Page 40 of True Sight (Nat. 20, #4)

CONRAD

‘ I want you like this and as more than this’ I hear myself say and I know as soon as the words leave my mouth I want them to be true.

When he called me, I only intended to stop by and look at the updates to the studio and leave to meet my friends at Kolbi’s.

Once I saw him though, something in me took over and I didn’t want to be anywhere else than with him.

On him. In him. I wanted all of it and all of him and I wanted it immediately.

While I was touched by his willingness to wait, I didn’t want to.

I wanted to be with him beyond what we’ve already done and I was ready to have him in another new way.

It’s a good thing his apartment is just around the corner or I would have lost it completely by now.

I’m in the driver’s seat after opening his door for him with him sitting next to me.

His hand is on my thigh and getting dangerously close to my dick which is strong under my jeans.

I haven’t completely lost the erection I had from the studio and the way his fingers are grazing over my lap make me wonder how quickly he would move if I told him he could get me off in the car.

Trying to settle myself, I’m taking long, deep breaths and trying to keep my focus on the road as best as I can.

We aren’t even a block away from the studio when my phone rings throughout the car.

We both jump in surprise and I hit the ‘accept’ button on my wheel, letting my phone connect via Bluetooth so I can talk to the person on the other end.

“Hey, man, where are you? We’re all waiting at Kolbs’ place,” Hank’s voice fills the car.

“Ahh, yeah, I’m really sorry but I’m not going to make it after all,” I say back, officially bailing on my friends and our Saturday night plans.

Henry’s fingers are back in my lap and working to undo the top button of my jeans.

I glare at him from the corner of my eye and grind my incisors together.

“What? Connie, you little bitch get your ass over here!” Malcolm can be heard shouting in the background.

“Malcolm, knock it off.” I hear Kolbi sigh.

“Why aren’t you coming? Is everything okay?” Hank asks and I can just picture the three of them sitting in Kolbi’s living room waiting for me to get there.

Henry’s hand has expertly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the tab down on my zipper, giving him enough space to dip his hand below the waistband of my briefs.

The tip of my cock is pointing straight up, nearly poking out from under the thin cloth, and his fingers dance lazily along my semi-exposed skin.

When I glance to look at him again, he’s looking forward at the road with a smug smile.

“Uhh-uhm, yeah.” I clear my throat. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just got caught up with a client project. Hard deadline I have to meet tonight or they’ll explode.”

Henry coughs to cover his laugh.

“Uhh, okay then. Let us know if you need anything I guess, we’re all just at Kolbi’s and can?— ”

“ Oh my god ,” I groan unwillingly as Henry pushes his hand beneath my briefs and takes my cock in his hand and starts to tease me harder. “Hank, buddy, I gotta go. Talk to you later.”

I hang up the call with the push of a button and am grateful we’re pulling into the parking garage of his building. I park us in the closest spot to the door I can find and put the car in park before hastily turning it off.

“Are you trying to kill us?” I growl, leaning over the middle console and forcing my mouth to his.

“I timed myself appropriately, I knew we were almost here and that you’d be able to take it. I’m sorry I couldn’t restrain myself from touching your beautiful cock.” His breath is hot as he continues to stroke me under my clothes.

“I never expected to ever hear someone describe my cock as ‘beautiful,’” I grunt back, the tension he’s creating inside of me almost too much to bear.

“I’m sure that’s not the only thing that’s going to happen tonight that you’ve never expected.

” Henry pushes away from me just long enough to bring his lips to my neck and begins to suck on the soft spot just below my ear.

I know by the way he latches onto me that it’ll leave a mark. I hope it fucking does.

“If we don’t get out of this car in the next five seconds you’re going to leave me no choice than to put the seat back and suck you off right here in the parking garage,” I moan as I palm his package harder.

My need for him is rising like a king tide and every touch, pull, and bite is threatening to push me over my edge.

“Then you should get off me so we can,” he tries to play coy even though he’s keeping us here just as much as I am. Reluctantly, I pull myself away from him and step out of my car, zipping up my jeans so my dick isn’t out for everyone to see as we make our way up to his place.

We manage to keep ourselves together as we walk through the garage and ride the elevator up to his floor.

We even manage to smile politely at one of his neighbors who steps into the elevator as we get off.

Somehow, we manage to keep our hands to ourselves all the way down the hallway until we reach his front door.

But all of that self control vanishes as soon as he turns the deadbolt and we hear it click.

Tongues clash.

Hands grab.

The sounds of our want and need quickly fill his apartment as we stumble into his bedroom, littering each other’s clothes across the floor as we go.

When we reach his bed, my jeans are halfway to my knees and he helps hold me straight as I work to step out of them completely.

As our bodies press together, it’s impossible not to notice the way our hard lengths knock together.

Feeling how hard he is— because of me —turns me on even more.

As we stand in his bedroom, both stripped down to only our underwear and pressing our bodies as close together as we can physically manage without breaking some sort of law of physics, everything seems to slow down.

It’s like I can feel every hair on my body standing on end as his chest rises and falls against me.

He’d flipped on the light as we tumbled into his room and the glow of its soft light illuminates every tiny detail of his face.

The natural highlights of his warm brown hair.

The cluster of three freckles that live just below his left eye.

The sharp angle of his perfectly crafted jaw.

And the flecks of gold that dust his evergreen eyes that always make me feel so steady when he looks at me.

Sensing the shift in the air, his hands find my waist and squeeze me gently. “Hello there, love.”

The sound of his voice mixed with the lazy smile he gives me settles my racing heart.

“Hey,” I sigh and attempt to smile. My cheeks inflate more when he leans in and kisses one of them, the seemingly innocent gesture packed full of meaning. Of reassurance. Of understanding.

“You still wanna do this?” His eyes dance in the light as he looks at me. They say, ‘ I’m in if you’re in, but it’s okay if you’re not in anymore .’

But I’m in.

I’m all in.

“Yeah, I still wanna do this.” I nod which he mimics.

He pulls me into another kiss, one more passionate than all the others, and takes control.

Directing me with his arms, we carefully maneuver ourselves onto his bed where he helps me lie down on my back.

Then, he swings a leg over my hips to straddle me and pushes his hips down into mine.

The fabric of our briefs stretch as our hard erections threaten to push the seams beyond their limits.

He leans over me and brings his lips to my ear.

“You’re mine tonight, love. I hope you’re ready for it.” There is a wickedness to his voice that causes my breath to catch in my throat.

“ Do your worst ,” I play back. My insides ignite when his hands slide my briefs down and throw them onto the floor.

Taking me in one hand, he pumps me off a few times as he pushes his hips back and lowers himself down my body.

The warmth of his tongue running up the length of my shaft causes my eyes to crash shut and my balls to throb.

“Watch me.” It isn’t a question. Opening my eyes again, I lift my head and watch in awe as he slides my cock into his mouth and takes me all the way to the back of his throat. He wraps his lips around me as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted and keeps his eyes on mine.

“God, I knew you liked to be the center of attention with what you do for a living but I had no idea how fucking self-centered you’d be here.” He moans, unwilling to take me out of his mouth, and nods in agreement.

“Oh, you like that? You like it when I call you self-centered? What happens if I call you greedy?” More head nods and eager glances.

“My boy likes to be talked down to? Is that what you like?” He nods more feverishly than before and brings a hand to my cock to use alongside his mouth. I’m completely soaked at this point and with the addition of his hand, even harder than before which I didn’t think was possible.

I reach out and grab a handful of his hair.

“You’re just a selfish little slut, aren’t you?

Always needing to be the center of attention.

It always has to be about you and what you need.

It’s a good thing I find egotistical, self-centered whores like you hot as hell or you’d never have my cock in your mouth again. ”

My words have the impact I want them to have on him, so much so that he pitches his hips up and starts to jerk himself off as he blows me.

“That’s right, you filthy little whore, take my cock with your mouth like it’s the last time you will because it just might be.

” When he slides me all the way to the back of his throat again, I think I’m going to lose it completely.

But I want him more than just this, I need him more than just this.