Connor wiped his somewhat sweaty hands off on his dark blue slacks before he rang the bell. A quick check showed his crisp white shirt was all straightened and neat. You’d think a Marine who had been to hell and back would be cool about a simple date, but his nerves were killing him.
It had been a long week, waiting for the date to happen, meanwhile texting back and forth with Josh. He’d alternatively cursed himself and been excited, even though he knew it would never work. Not with his monster cock. Not with Josh's traumatized past. Not with him being all bossy and controlling and Josh so sweet and lovable. Fuck knew why he wanted to try anyway. Glutton for punishment, apparently.
Josh opened the door, and Connor let out an involuntary sigh at the sight of him. Dressed in a baby blue button-down and dark blue dungies that hugged his long legs, he made Connor’s stomach do a little somersault.
“Hi,” Josh said, not opening the door wide enough for Connor to step in.
“Hi.” Had Josh changed his mind? Connor’s stomach sank. “Can I come in?” he asked when Josh didn’t say anything else.
“Shit, yes, of course,” Josh stammered and threw the door wide open. Connor smiled. It looked like the guy was as nervous as he was, which was sweet.
“I brought you something,” he said when they were inside, Josh watching him as he hung up his jacket and took off his beanie and boots.
He handed Josh the wrapped package. Would he like it? Connor held his breath.
Josh unwrapped it, then let out a little squeal. “The new Forza game! I wanted this. How did you know?”
A warmth Connor couldn’t explain burned through him. He'd gotten it right. Damn, that felt wicked good. “It was a guess. I saw the Xbox last time and figured you were the one playing the most, so I went to the store and asked for a game without violence. The sales guy said Forza was a lot of fun, had beautiful graphics, and no gore.”
Before he realized what was happening, Josh stepped in and kissed Connor on his mouth. “Thank you. Perfect gift.”
An electric shock fired up Connor’s system at the all-too-short sensation of Josh's lips on his. More. He wanted so much more. He swallowed. “You’re welcome. Glad you like it.”
He followed Josh into the living room, catching a satisfying look at his tight ass in those dungies. Damn, he could watch that butt for hours and not get bored.
“I made us some tapas as appetizers,” Josh said, a hint of insecurity in his voice. He led Connor into the dining room where a sturdy wooden table had been set for two, complete with candles and napkins. White, small serving dishes in various shapes and forms held tiny little bites of beautifully arranged food. It all looked like it had been ripped from the kitchen of a three-star restaurant. Josh had gone through a lot of trouble for this date and didn’t that warm Connor’s heart? Whatever doubts he’d entertained after Josh had kicked him out last time vaporized.
“That looks amazing,” Connor said. “You weren’t kidding when you said cooking was a hobby.”
A sweet smile flashed across Josh's face before he gestured toward one of the chairs. “What can I get you to drink? I forgot to buy wine, because Noah and I don’t drink.”
There was that insecurity again, as if he was scared Connor would get upset with him for not having wine. “I rarely drink, and I never do when I’m driving, so that’s fine. It’s probably gonna clash with these delicious dishes, but I’d love some more of your lemonade.”
Josh's whole face lit up, his smile shooting lightning bolts through Connor. What was it about this man that made Connor want to protect him, pleasure him, and cherish him? All these warm and fuzzy feelings swirled around inside of him, and he didn’t know what to do with them.
Josh sat down across from him after he’d gotten them both a glass of lemonade. “You said you liked everything, so I went a little experimental with the tapas. We have salad wraps with spicy chicken inside, homemade mini croquettes, Spanish ham rolls with melon, and gazpacho, which is a cold tomato soup.”
“Wow. Tell me which one to start with.”
Josh handed him the cold soup, served in a tiny glass. “It’s a little spicy, but it’s perfect to start with.”
Perfect was the right word. A rich, full tomato flavor exploded in Connor’s mouth at the first sip. It was fresh, spicy, and it tasted like summer despite the freezing cold outside. “Oh, man, that is so good. Love it.”
“I’m glad you like it. It’s Noah’s favorite, too.”
Noah. Connor couldn’t help but like the guy, but what was the deal with him and Josh? No matter what Noah had said about him and Josh not being together, something was going on. Josh and Noah were living together, and Josh had been clear about him and Noah having sex as well. How did Indy fit into this picture? And was there even room for Connor? Still, he didn’t want to start this date by asking the hard questions.
“Look, I know we’re both new at this, so I did some research,” he said.
“You did?”
“I figured we could start with ‘Would you rather’ questions to get to know each other.”
A smile played on Josh's lips. “You’re a bit of a control freak, aren’t you?”
Connor opted for honesty, which seemed like a good strategy with Josh. “I am, and not even a little bit. I worried that between your shyness and my inexperience at this, we’d get stuck in uncomfortable silences, so I wanted to make sure we had a good time.”
“I can appreciate that. You start.”
Connor took another sip of his delicious soup, then fired off the first question. “Would you rather spend a year on a deserted island or in a cabin in the woods?”
“The cabin. I’m not a big fan of beaches, and I love hiking, so I’d take the woods. My turn, right?”
Connor nodded, curious what Josh would come up with. “Would you rather eat cereal every meal for a year or go without coffee for a year?”
“I don’t drink coffee, not anymore.”
Josh raised his eyebrows. “Why not?”
Connor hesitated, then surprised himself by going all in. “Our captors, they’d drink this rich, strong coffee all day. The smell permeated everything. I haven’t had a drop since, and even the smell of coffee makes me nauseous.”
Josh's eyes went soft. “Smell is a powerful trigger for memories, both good and bad ones.”
Connor studied the kind blue eyes across the table. He’d never talked about his experiences. Even the trauma psychologist his CO had sicced on him had barely managed to get a word out of him. The thought of witnessing pity on people’s faces, that they would see him differently, would treat him as damaged—it had prevented him from ever saying anything. But Josh, he understood. He’d been through his own version of hell, and he had survived. And Connor didn’t see Josh as weak, damaged, or a victim. Even with the PTSD, Connor couldn’t view him as anything else but a survivor, a strong fighter determined to get better.
“Next question. Would you rather go without books or without sex for a year?” Josh asked.
“Hey, it was my turn!” Connor protested.
“You waited too long, so you forfeited. Answer the question.”
The guy was such an intriguing mix of shy and sexy, of awkward and flirty. And even after having had time to think it over, the size of Connor’s cock wasn’t deterring him. “Define sex,” Connor said. “Are we talking all sexual acts or penetration?”
Josh smiled. “I like how you think. Erm, let’s say all sexual acts.”
“Yeah, I’ll go without books in that case. Pretty sure my balls would explode if I couldn’t jerk off for a year. How about you? You seem fond of your books … ”
“Not that fond, trust me. I’d have to agree with you on that one. Next. Would you rather fuck every day for the rest of your life, or get a blow job every day?”
“How come you get to ask another question? Isn’t it my turn by now?”
“Nope, you used my own question about sex or books on your turn.”
Connor shook his head, laughing. “You’re a smart ass.”
“Answer the question.”
Connor had no hesitation this time, even though his stomach clenched. It would never happen, at least not with Josh. “Fuck. Hands down.”
Josh nodded, a happy smile on his face. “I figured.”
“I guess I’d have to alter the question for you a little,” Connor said. “These salad rolls are amazing, by the way. Perfect combination of the crispy lettuce and the spicy chicken.”
“What do you mean?”
“Would you rather be fucked every day for the rest of your life or give a blow job every day? That’s what I should ask you, right?”
Josh frowned. “Am I so obvious?”
Connor reached out his hand, put it on top of Josh's. “You already told me you were a bottom, and that you loved sucking cock. I remembered because what you say is important.”
Josh studied him, his blue eyes assessing. Connor stayed perfectly still. “Yeah,” Josh finally said. “That’s what you should ask. So are you asking?”
“No. Because I’d want to do both.”
Josh's eyes glazed over. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I’d want that, too.”
“Yeah?” Connor asked, his insides doing a happy dance.
“I want to do everything you ask me.” Josh cast his eyes downward, fidgeted with his hands.
Connor stilled. Is he saying what I hope he is? There’s no way. No fucking way. Could he at least hint at what was inside of him, this deep yearning? “All I want is to take care of you. You trigger a deep, dominant urge in me. I’m sorry if that offends you or scares you.”
His eyes were trained on Josh, studying his every reaction. Josh's eyes lifted to meet his. “It doesn’t.”
What he saw in Josh's eyes made Connor breathless. “How does it make you feel?”
“Wanted. Safe.” Connor’s grip on Josh's hand intensified. “Indy says I have submissive tendencies. Do you know what that is?”
Connor swallowed. Holy crap. “Yeah, I do. Why do you think that?” His voice was hoarse.
Josh yanked his hand from under Connor’s, directed his face to the floor again. It took a long time for him to speak. “Please, don’t judge me, Connor.”
Connor’s alarm bells went off. There was more, but Josh felt scared to say it, feared Connor would judge and reject him. What could he offer to make him feel safe and secure?
He pushed his chair back from the table. “Come here,” he told Josh in a warm, but firm voice.
Almost instantly, Josh got up. Holy fuck, Connor's instincts had been spot on. Josh hadn’t hesitated even a second before obeying him. When Josh stood before him, eyes still glued to the ground, Connor reached forward with a slow motion and grabbed Josh gently by his hips. He pulled the man forward until Josh got the hint and straddled his ass on Connor’s lap, facing him. Connor pulled him close, holding Josh loosely until he felt him relax. Josh put his cheek on Connor’s shoulder, sending a sweet triumph through Connor’s system.
It was almost surreal, this intimacy they were sharing when they hardly knew each other. Yet it felt so familiar, so right.
“What did you want to tell me, Josh?” he asked, rubbing Josh's back with his right hand.
For more than a minute, Josh was quiet but relaxed in Connor’s arms. Finally, he spoke. “I like rough sex.” Josh's voice was so soft it was barely audible.
“Okay.”
“You don’t think that’s weird or perverse?”
“No, why would it be?” Connor had a good idea why Josh would think so, but he wanted him to come out and say it.
“Doesn’t it mean I…liked what happened to me? That I somehow want to relive it?”
“Did you like rough sex before you were raped?” Connor wanted Josh to know he’d looked it up. It hadn’t been too hard to find in the army records, not with the contacts he had. He figured it would help Josh if he was factual about it.
Josh let out a breath as if he’d been holding it in. “I think so. Never had much opportunity to experiment.”
“Josh, what happened to you, it doesn’t change who you are or how you’re wired. You were gay before, and you still are now, right? In the same way, you had your preferences before, and those haven’t changed. Doesn’t mean you’re some sicko deliberately reliving a trauma.”
“Do you like it rough?”
“I think so. My cock isn’t very sensitive, so it needs thorough stimulation for me to get off. But I’ve never really fucked another man, so I don’t know for certain. But Josh, I’m not sure if I could fuck rough and hard, with how I’m built.”
It was easy to talk like this, with this sweet guy wrapped around him, Josh's face tucked away against his shoulder. It felt safe, like he was offering the man a cocoon where he could transform.
“Indy thinks I’m submissive, because I like being told what to do in bed. It fulfills me when I’m being bossed around and used. To me, it brings freedom, because I don’t feel worry or stress. All I need to do is obey. And I think I like pain…”
Josh's voice trailed off, the last words barely audible. God, he was laying it all on the line, and it warmed Connor’s heart. He made sure his voice was tender before he spoke. “It sounds like something you may want to explore further.”
Josh sighed. “Yeah, I guess. It’s not that simple for me, considering my…issues. Trust does not come easy to me.”
Connor hmm’d, understood. He hadn’t trusted anyone in his life. Not even Lucas, and he had been his best friend.
“Do you think this is maybe something you’d be interested in…with me?” Josh asked.
He still wasn’t looking at him, and Connor was grateful. It made it easier, to be honest. Josh's hands were wrapped around Connor now, tracing unknown patterns on his back.
God, he wanted nothing more than to experiment together. Connor’s dick had grown harder during the conversation, but the mere thought of being Josh's first in this aspect made his cock rock hard in an instant. But how could he risk it? Josh was vulnerable, and Connor didn’t know shit about any of this. What if he ended up breaking him even more?
“Josh, I’d love nothing more, but I have zero experience with this. All I know is what I’ve seen in porn, and while I’ll admit it exhilarates me, I’m not sure I’d be the right person for you to explore this with.” He sighed. “I’m doing a wicked shitty job of promoting myself here, but I’ve been told I’m arrogant and dominant to the point where people have compared me to a steamroller.”
Josh untangled himself, leaned back to look Connor in the eye. “And you see this as a problem why exactly? Isn’t the whole point that one partner dominates and the other submits?”
“What if I’m too dominant for you? What if you don’t say no, and I end up hurting you, physically or mentally?”
Understanding dawned in Josh's eyes. “You think I’m too fragile for you.” His shoulders sagged. “You’re right.”
“No! God, no. You’re not the problem, Josh, I am. Shit, I’m fucking this up, aren’t I? It’s all on me, I swear. Hell, you’re not fragile at all, not after what you went through and came out of.”
Josh's eyes fixed on him, those endless pools of blue. “Then what the fuck are you saying because I don’t understand.”
Connor sighed. “I’m scared of hurting you. I’m clueless about relationship shit. Plus, we’re talking about exploring this submissive side of you, which I also know jack shit about. Look at my size, my whole body, my strength. And then there’s the size of my dick… I could hurt you for real.”
How could Josh not see this? Connor couldn’t even bear to think about his attempts at fucking someone. It had been so damn humiliating it still made him sick to his stomach every time he thought about it. There was no way Josh would be able to take him without pain, and it could trigger so many bad memories for him.
“Connor, I’m no pushover. Trust me, I will communicate my limits loud and clear, don’t you worry. But the last thing I’m worried about is your size, and that includes your cock. I can take it. Take you.”
Josh's eyes projected confidence, and Connor’s heart sped up. Josh spoke like he meant it. But maybe Josh hadn’t realized from that quick peek how big Connor’s dick was. He’d seen only a glimpse. That had to be why he was still so confident. Connor’s face fell again. God, this was hopeless. Absolutely fucking impossible.
“Since you haven’t been weirded out so far, let me be even more honest. I love being fucked. I love it so much that I can come just by being fucked hard, without ever touching myself. Connor, I appreciate your concern for hurting me, more than you’ll ever know, but I can take you.”
* * *
The doubt on Connor’s face was easy to spot, but Josh picked up something else as well. Hurt. Shame. Connor’s sexual experiences so far had been bad and humiliating, which was un-fucking-believable considering how sexy the guy was. Fuck, Josh found himself all but drooling at even the thought of taking that huge cock in. He couldn’t be the only one who got off on that? How could he show Connor he was serious?
He raised his hand and put it on Connor’s right cheek. Connor tilted his head sideways to lean into his hand. Josh let his fingers trail down Connor’s strong jaw, swiping his thumb across his full bottom lip. As usual, Josh had stubble because he couldn’t be bothered to shave every day, but Connor’s face was clean-shaven, and it fit him. Mr. Control Freak who had prepared this date by doing research and by going through quite a bit of trouble to find the perfect gift for Josh.
It was a miracle the guy even wanted to date Josh. Josh knew he wasn’t bad looking, but fuck, he was anything but a catch with his PTSD and everything else. Connor had done research there as well, had accessed Josh's military records to find out what had happened to him. And he had still shown up and had made every effort to make the date a success.
“Why did you wait so long to contact me, even after Noah told you he and I weren’t together?” Josh asked. He kept exploring Connor’s face with his hand, now sliding his hand through his high and tight brown hair.
“I wasn’t sure if I wouldn’t be too much for you and if I had enough to offer you.”
Josh thought for a second Connor had to be kidding, but his face was dead serious. “I don’t understand.”
Connor sighed. “At the risk of ruining my whole sales pitch even more: you could do so much better than a closeted, sexually inexperienced cop who doesn’t know the first thing about relationships. Plus, you know, there’s the size of my dick and all the complications that brings.”
Connor’s face was calm and so was his voice, but Josh sensed the depth of his emotions. Connor was as traumatized as he was, if for completely other reasons. This beautiful, proud man had been rejected so many times it had done a serious number on his self-confidence. The dominance and arrogance he’d mentioned before, Josh almost laughed at that since it was not even close to being a problem for him—on the contrary. But Connor could not see past the problem of his size, no matter what Josh would say. It would always be an obstacle—unless Josh showed him it wasn’t.
There was one thing he could do that would fix this problem once and for all and maybe take away some of the other doubts as well. And why wouldn’t he when all that held him back was his own fear of being too easy?
Fuck that. Who cared anyway? He trusted Connor, he had from the moment they had met. Nothing he had learned about the man had changed that first opinion. Everything he had said and done had shown how careful he’d been with Josh to make sure he wasn’t triggering anything. Who cared if they had just met? It wasn’t like Josh needed to have a declaration of love before he was ready to have sex. He liked Connor, and he wanted him, plain and simple. Right now, that was enough.
“Ask me if I trust you,” he said, increasing the pressure on Connor’s cock with his ass. Would the cop get the hint?
Connor inhaled sharply, his body growing rigid, his eyes searching and finding Josh's. “Do you trust me, Josh?”
Oh yeah, Connor was following all right. His voice was soft, but his hands came around Josh's waist, pushing him down, creating even more friction between their bodies. “I do, Connor, and what’s more, I like you. Time for rule number two: you have to ask for it. In this house, we don’t assume. We ask. If you don’t ask, you don’t get.”
Connor’s mouth dropped open, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He shook his head almost imperceptibly as if he couldn’t believe what Josh was saying.
“Ask me, Connor,” Josh repeated.
Connor’s voice trembled as he spoke. “Will you please try to let me fuck you, Josh?”
Josh thought he’d never been asked quite so nicely. “With pleasure,” he said, fusing his mouth to Connor’s.
After a minute or two of frantic kissing, Connor stood up from his chair, lifting Josh up with two strong hands on Josh's ass. Josh wrapped his legs around the cop, squeezing their crotches together. Oh, that cock, that beautiful, fat cock. He so desperately wanted to see it again, feel it, taste it. Josh's body hummed, gentle waves of energy pulsating through his veins.
Connor turned, backing Josh up against a wall, dove in deep with his mouth. Finally, a guy who loved kissing as well, Josh thought and attacked right back. Connor tasted so different from Indy. Indy was sweet, soft. His kisses made the butterflies in Josh’s stomach do a happy dance. Connor was all male, powerful, spicy. He attacked, invaded, demanded Josh open up for him. It made Josh want to bend over and spread his legs. God, he wanted him. Craved him. Connor kissed him till Josh was a whimpering mess, his head spinning, his cock straining, and his body buzzing.
Connor unbuttoned Josh's shirt with nimble fingers. When it was loose, Josh obliged, leaning back against the wall so the guy could ungracefully yank off his sleeves. Their mouths met again while Connor’s big hands grabbed Josh's butt again, kneading and groping. Too many clothes, they still had on too many clothes.
“Upstairs.” He tore his mouth away from Connor, panting. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Connor held him tight, walking through the living room, then up the stairs. “You can’t carry me,” Josh protested. “I’m too heavy.”
“Watch me,” Connor grumbled, then took his mouth again. His tongue pushed in, dueled with Josh’s until he surrendered, unable to think anymore. Josh's insides melted into a puddle as Connor carried him upstairs, step by step, their mouths never leaving each other. He kept his legs wrapped around Connor’s waist, holding on, putting pressure on the treasure he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. And in his mouth. Oh, sweet fuck, he was about to give that guy the blow job of his life.
“Which room?”
“Mine. Ours. Whatever.”
Connor kicked open the door to Josh and Noah’s room. He dropped them both on the bed, crashing his body into Josh's with a force that made Josh all weak inside. God, when this guy would let loose, it would get epic. He was about to get fucked harder and deeper than ever before, and he trembled in anticipation.
Josh kicked off his shoes, struggled to pull off his socks without losing Connor’s mouth. He swore when he couldn’t pull them off with Connor on top of him.
“Flip over,” he panted, pushing against Connor’s biceps. Connor held him tight, rolled over, pulling Josh on top of him.
With reluctance, Josh dragged his mouth away, sat up straddling the cop. It meshed their crotches tighter together, eliciting a moan from Connor’s lips. Josh hummed with pleasure and gyrated his hips down.
Connor lifted his arms and let his fingers trail Josh's bare chest, stomach, back. “You’re so sexy,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted you from the second I laid eyes on you in that stupid store. I can’t stop looking at you.”
“Right back atcha, but I’m hoping you’ll do a whole lot more than looking.”
Josh unbuttoned his jeans and slid his zipper down, then discovered he couldn’t take off his fucking pants while straddling Connor. He rolled off, muttering, dragging jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion. He might as well take care of Connor at the same time.
“You have way too many clothes on for this,” he said, yanking Connor’s shirt from his slacks and working the buttons free. Of course, he wore a T-shirt as well. Damn. Josh worked him out of both, dropping kisses on his taut muscles. His wide chest was hairless, with small scars scattered on his pecs and stomach. Josh licked them, kissed them softly with wet kisses.
He worked his way down, slipped a finger into the guy’s waistband and popped the button.
It was like Christmas, and even though he’d seen a glimpse already, he couldn’t wait to unwrap this package. He pulled down the zipper, teasing the massive erection underneath with his finger. Connor moaned low and deep.
Josh debated taking the slacks off first and teasing Connor even more, then decided he was done with waiting. He grabbed his slacks and boxers and signaled Connor to lift his hips, then slid them down Connor’s legs. There it was, that beautiful, big cock, and it was even harder than he’d thought possible.
He licked his lips.
“First things first. Are you clean?”
“Yeah. I’ve always used condoms.”
“So, you’ve never had a blow job?”
“No. It’s okay if you don’t want to.” Connor’s voice was once again dripping with insecurity. Josh longed to make that stop.
“Here’s the thing,” he said, letting his finger travel up Connor’s leg till he reached his balls. “I love sucking cock, and I am exceptional at it.” Connor shivered, and Josh removed his finger, let it wander up the other leg, evoking the same reaction. “But you’re already rock hard, and you’ve never had a blow job, so you won’t last long. I wanna let you know that’s okay.”
He cupped Connor’s balls, squeezing them. Connor gasped. “Those things look like they hold a massive amount of cum. Don’t hold back when you come. I want to take it. Just don’t hold my head because you may push in deeper instinctively.”
Connor’s eyes about crossed, and Josh hadn’t even gotten started yet. The power of dirty talk—it never failed.
“Now lay back…and enjoy the ride.”
Josh dropped on his stomach on the bed, putting his head above Connor’s crotch. The cop’s cock was so hard it was almost shivering, with droplets of precum at the top. Josh licked the head, savoring the salty taste in his mouth.
“You taste delicious,” he said.
He treated the crown to little licks with his tongue, Connor’s body trembling below him. He wasn’t going to last long. Oh, well, there was always a next time. Josh opened his mouth and relaxed his tongue and throat. The guy wasn’t going to know what hit him. He started with the crown, suckling it, teasing the slit with his tongue. Opening wider, he took him into his mouth, sucking him gently.
Connor bucked at the sensation, a hard moan echoing through the room. Josh increased the pressure, sucking harder, relaxing his mouth to take the guy in farther. He’d never be able to take this monster in entirely, but he would at least try.
He cupped Connor’s balls in one hand—they spilled over—and the base of his cock in the other. That way, he could feel when the guy was coming. The balls were tightening already as Josh sucked and licked and worked the stiff cock in as far as he could.
God, he loved how that fat cock filled his mouth completely. There was something inherently dirty about stuffing your mouth with dick until your eyes watered and you ran out of breath. He fucking loved it, the pleasure and satisfaction radiating through his entire body.
Connor let out a deep groan. He bucked his hips again as Josh fisted the base of his cock. “I’m… Ohhh!”
Josh got the hint. He pulled back, and a splash of cum filled his throat, then another, and another.
“Ugh!” Connor grunted.
Connor shook as the ripples of a powerful orgasm tore through him. Josh swallowed and sucked and milked till there was nothing left. Much to his satisfaction, the continuous sucking left Connor hard—exactly what he’d hoped for.
He let go of Connor’s cock and felt strong arms pull him on top of the man. Connor kissed him passionately, letting his hands roam over Josh's body.
“Shit, Josh, that was mind-blowing. Your mouth… Damn, that was so good.”
He kept kissing Josh in between, clearly trying to convey his feelings. Josh smiled, his heart happy he’d been able to give Connor this pleasure.
“You feel perfect.” Connor grabbed Josh's butt, put one cheek in each hand and squeezed. “Absolutely perfect.”
Josh moaned as the strong hands grabbed him, stroked him. Connor’s cock brushed up against his, and he ground his hips, twisting and gyrating to create a delicious friction.
“You ready for round two?” he whispered in Connor’s ear, licking his neck and dropping butterfly kisses behind his ear.
“Don’t you want me to …”
Josh pushed himself up, found Connor’s eyes. “I want you to fuck me. I want that big, fat cock of yours in my ass. Think you can accommodate me?”
“I’m so afraid I’ll hurt you.”
Josh kissed him. “You won’t. We’ll start slow, use plenty of lube. Did you bring a condom? I don’t have your size.”
Connor nodded.
Josh rolled off him to grab the lube while Connor got a condom from his wallet, then turned on his back, pulled his knees up. “Your job,” Josh said with a sultry look, handing Connor the lube.
Connor climbed on the bed and sat on his knees. He rolled on the condom with fumbling fingers, which made Josh smile. Fuck, he was so perfect with all his inexperience. Connor applied a liberal amount of lube to his cock once he’d suited up. “Put some in my ass as well and finger fuck me, loosen me up,” Josh told him.
Connor blinked twice, then hesitantly reached for Josh. This was not the time for endless foreplay. The longer they would draw it out, the more nervous Connor would get. His apprehension was already visible. No wonder when his previous experiences had been so disappointing.
Josh smiled a little when Connor did as he had told him, ignoring Josh's cock to focus on the task he’d gotten. Connor’s finger slipped inside him, then another. He widened them, twisting and spreading them to stretch Josh. Connor was methodical about it, focused, his pupils dilated and sweat glistening on his forehead. It felt good, but nowhere near as good as that massive shaft would feel.
Classic Marine, great at following orders. Was he also good at giving them? Fuck, Josh hoped so. When Connor could get three fingers in with ease, Josh was ready.
“Connor.” He waited till the guy looked at him, a mix of want and fear in his eyes. “You’ll go slow, inch for inch. When I tell you to stop, you stop. When you’re completely in, and you feel me relax, you take over. I told you I like it hard and deep. I want you to pound me, hammer me, drill me until you come so hard your eyes will cross.”
Connor moaned, his cock releasing a bit of juice. “Dirty talk turns you on, huh?” Josh smiled.
The cop nodded, swallowed. “What about you?”
“Oh, don’t you worry. Once you let loose, I promise I will come all over you.”
Connor lowered himself on top of Josh, putting his weight on his arms. With a frown of concentration, he positioned the top of his cock against Josh's entrance, both slick with lube. He pushed inside, and Josh shivered. Even the guy’s head was thicker than anything he’d ever experienced before. Josh put his hands on Connor’s hips, signaled him to push farther in. He slid in another inch, his muscles trembling.
“Pull back and slide in back and forth a few times, but stay shallow,” Josh said, his voice thick. He couldn’t get that cock in his hole fast enough, but he had to take it slow, both for himself and for Connor. The guy was practically a virgin. Connor slid back his cock till the thick head was in the outer ring, then thrust forward again.
“Oh, fuck,” Josh moaned, shivering with delight.
Connor repeated the move, slid in a little deeper. “You’re so tight,” he grunted. “It feels unbelievable.”
Josh pressed Connor’s hips again, pulled up his legs even higher. “Deeper,” he said.
Connor's cock stretched him wider than ever before, and the sensation mixed intense pleasure with a burning sensation as his inner canal ached to adjust. He gyrated his hips, wanting to open wide enough to take in the rest. He only had maybe half of it.
When the burning eased, he signaled again. Connor slid out almost entirely, then pushed back in with a grunt. He had complete control over his muscles, not going deeper than Josh indicated.
“I can’t believe you can take me,” Connor whispered in awe. “And holy fuck, it feels perfect.”
“Deeper.” Josh focused on his breathing to relax, his inner sleeve achingly stretching even wider to accommodate Connor’s girth and length. He rotated his hips again, moaning as the swollen member inside of him hit his sweet spot. Paradise was around the corner, so close he could almost taste it.
“Thrust a little.”
The friction this caused triggered a deep ache in his balls, which were getting ready to unload. Not yet, dammit, not yet. He wanted more.
“Bring it home,” he grunted, his forehead slick with perspiration. Connor pushed farther in until he filled Josh to the max, bottoming out.
“I’m in.” The joy in Connor’s voice hit Josh deep inside. “Are you okay?”
How Josh loved hearing these familiar words out of someone else’s mouth. “I’m good, and I’m about to be great. Now, rotate your hips a little, like you’re literally screwing me. Ohhh!” He lost his breath on a deep moan when Connor did what he asked.
Connor slid in and out with steady, graceful moves. Leaning on his arms, he was only moving his hips in a masculine, sexy way. Josh grabbed Connor’s ass as the painful stretching morphed into a delicious burn and the most intense full feeling ever. Pain and pleasure were entwined, thundering through his ass. Every time Connor slid in deep, Josh's breath caught. Little specks danced in front of his eyes, his vision hazy with want. He let go of Connor’s ass cheeks, reaching up to drag his mouth down for a hard kiss.
“Hard and deep?” Connor asked, his jaw tight with tension.
“Gimme all you got.”
Connor started slow with rhythmic, deep thrusts, but he soon picked up the pace. Josh pulled up his legs as far as he could, opening his ass wide and fisting the sheets with both hands. “Fuck!” he cried out when Connor pulled back almost entirely, then slammed in balls deep. “Oh, God, yes!”
“You feel so good,” Connor grunted, impaling him again.
This time, his cock hit Josh's pleasure spot, and he jerked. “Oh, my fucking—Ohh!”
Waves of ecstatic pleasure crashed into Josh as Connor cut loose and drove into his ass again and again. Their bodies collided with force, and Josh pushed back. Fuck, he wanted more. Harder. Rougher.
Connor threw his head back, grunting and growling, lips peeled. His arms quivered with the effort of holding up his weight. Every time Connor’s cock drilled into Josh, it hit his sweet spot, and he was almost crying with pleasure. His balls pulled up tight, on the verge of detonating. He fought it, not wanting to lose this incredible feeling.
Connor grabbed his hips, pounding him with an urgency that alerted Josh he was about to blow his load. Josh couldn’t keep it anymore. When Connor hit him once more so hard his balls thwacked against Josh's ass, his body spasmed, and he screamed as he unloaded all over Connor’s chest. He wasn’t even done spurting when Connor let out a strangled cry and rammed his cock in one last time.
“Ugh! Oh…. Fuck!”
Connor’s cock pulsed, filling the condom with liquid. Connor stayed deep inside, grinding against Josh’s ass, gyrating until he had squeezed every drop of cum out of his balls and dick. His entire body trembled with the exertion, and Josh was convinced he’d dead-drop his weight on top of him. Instead, he rolled over, taking Josh with him to place him on top.
Josh let his head rest on the man’s massive shoulder, his arms around Connor’s neck and biceps. Both their bodies were moist with sweat. He was too done to even lift a finger. God, this was everything he’d dreamed of and then some.
“Fuck, baby, that was unbelievable,” Connor mumbled.
Even in his haze of ecstasy, Josh registered the unfamiliar term of endearment. Nobody had ever called him that and meant it.
“Hold on a sec,” Connor said. He rolled Josh off him to take off the condom. He tried to tie it, but his trembling fingers failed.
“Throw it in the wastebasket,” Josh said. “I’ll empty it later.”
Connor crawled back in bed as soon as he’d dumped the condom.
“Come here,” he said, pulling Josh back on top of him. Connor’s heartbeat slowed down under Josh's cheek as he kissed Josh's head, wrapping his arms around him and stroking his back. Josh turned his chin so their mouths could find each other again, lazy and wet. Their slick, soft cocks brushed up against each other, almost hugging and kissing too. For minutes they lay content, kissing and caressing.
“I love your cock,” Josh said dreamily, tearing his mouth away and dropping his head on the man’s shoulder again. It felt like such a safe spot with these strong, tight arms around him.
Connor chuckled. “I love your ass, baby. I cannot believe you could take me. And your mouth too. You have to teach me how to give a blow job like that so I can do it to you.”
“You’d want that?”
“Hell, yes. I wanna do anything you like.”
Josh let that sink in for a moment. This was what it felt like to be with someone who was attracted to him. It was nothing short of a fucking miracle.
“A threesome with Noah?” he suggested.
Connor about choked on his breath.