Page 32 of Beyond the Stix

“Yes.” There’s so much honesty to that word.

For a long silent moment, it is just us. Our eyes are riveted on each other. My hand is touching his chin. I lean in to kiss him—tender at first. Simple and innocent enough to convey that I’m here for him. However, Connor slides his fingers through my hair, then firmly grips the back of my neck and deepens the kiss. He molds his body to mine, and I go from burning to combustible as his tongue fights for dominance with mine.

His taste is heady. Potent. Like I’m overdosing on his drug, and I’ll die happy.

Connor slides his hand from my neck, down my chest, to my boxer-clad crotch. “Make me forget, John.” He then squeezes my rock-hard cock. “Don’t deny me.”

I pull back from his lips, and look him in the eyes. In the back of my head, I know I should get out of this bed and walk away. I’m his security, damn it, not his boyfriend. We’re not like Danny and Tobias…

But you could be.

I shut down those thoughts. But what if?

I’m not about to stop him to ask. He’s been through the emotional wringer in the last several days. If my body gives him solace, then I can do as he wishes. The earnestness in his green depths and my own hungry need to be inside him overrides the morality battling within me.

“I won’t,” I finally say, then yank him closer and devour his mouth like I have every right to.

Connor groans low, shifts away from me, and takes off his underwear. He quickly straddles my hips, and his beautiful cock, long and hard, is jutting up from a patch of dark brown hair.

Precum is leaking at the tip, and my mouth waters for a taste. With the pad of my thumb, I swipe the pearly drop and pop it into my mouth. I moan at the flavor.

“Keep doing that and I’ll come before we fuck.” He waggles his brows. “I want to be on top, John.”

It takes me all of two seconds to settle on the notion that he’s going to fuck me. It’s been a long while since I bottomed, but this is Connor. I trust him enough that he won’t hurt me.

Connor cups my face, “I can see you thinking too hard.” He chuckles. “Don’t worry, big guy, I want you inside me… this time.”

Tension eases out of my body, and I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “It’s just…”

“You don’t have to explain.” Connor kisses me, then slides down my body, yanks down my boxers, and engulfs my cock in one fluid motion.

His talented mouth is hot, wet, and utterly divine, as he chokes me down. I grit my teeth to keep from making any noise. The last thing I want is for his mother to hear us and walk in.

As I begin to reach the pinnacle and need to come, he pulls off and then reaches over to the night stand. He pulls open the drawer and retrieves a condom and a…

“Lube?” I stare at the small bottle, wondering who last slept in this bed. Then remember Fig was in here last.

“Don’t ask.” Connor pops the lid open. “Now, relax, and let me do this.”

He drizzles the liquid all over my dick, then does the same on himself, before he begins working his fingers into his ass. I wish there was a mirror behind him, so I can see him opening his hole.

He then takes both our cocks in his slippery hands and strokes them with eagerness.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I whisper, still not wanting to make any noise. But I can’t prevent a few soft moans.

“Just you wait,” he says, smiles wickedly and releases our cocks.

He proceeds to grind against me in a slippery slide. I cup his fine ass with both hands and thrust my pelvis upward, trying to get better friction.

“Yes,” he says, then tips back while ripping open the condom packet and quickly rolling it on my shaft. “I’m ready.”

Connor leans up on his knees, and guides the tip of my dick to his entrance. A low moan slips past his swollen lips as he ever so slowly seats himself on me, until his ass nestles against my groin. “Give me a second,” Connor whimpers as he adjusts himself.

“Take all the time you need,” I admit, reaching up and caressing his cheek. His tight ass is squeezing my shaft, making me want to come right then.

Connor grins and leans into my touch, pulling me from my need. My sole attention is on this man on top of me and nothing else. And before we go any further, I utter, “I’m sorry for leavingyou that night. I didn’t want to, but…” I don’t know quite how to explain myself.

He captures my hand with his. “I get it. It hurt, but I do get it. And, I think,” he shifts and we both groan, “this isn’t the time to talk.”