by Abigail Kade
He reached up between my legs and jerked my cock hard once, then twice, then a third time, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from coming. “Uh, Uh, don’t you dare come yet.” He pulled his hand away and slid it over my taint, finally resting his fingers against my hole. “Now, let’s see what we can do here.” He spit again, then leaned in and licked me from bottom to top in one long thick lick. The warm wet tongue felt so unbelievable I couldn’t begin to contain my moans. Connor kept licking and biting around my hole for what seemed like hours. Every once in a while he’d let out a growl and grab my cheeks tighter to spread them wider so he could press his tongue deeper, then even deeper still. I couldn’t keep quiet now even if I wanted. I kept up a litany of moans and groans while Connor wrecked my ass with his tongue and teeth. When I thought I couldn’t take his pleasurable torture even one second longer, that’s when I felt him slowly slide one of his fingers into the first knuckle.
It felt good, fantastic even, but, “I need more, let me feel you, please?” I begged, pushing back slightly against the gentle intrusion.
He let out an evil chuckle, “I’m not through, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you feel it.”
He spit again, but this time I also heard a crinkle sound. I turned around and saw him opening a sachet of lube. I had no idea where he’d gotten it, but I was too far gone to question anything at this point. I felt the slick slide between my cheeks and felt another finger enter me, this time they both went all the way in. I gasped at the fullness, my cock leaking onto my leather couch cushions. I was so lost in the moment that the mess didn’t even begin to bother me. I was totally lost in Connor and what he was making me feel. Connor continued to tease me with first one, then two fingers. He’d go after my prostate, then ignore it for a while. The seductive bastard was slowly driving me mad with the constant fluctuations of sensations. When he added a third finger, I finally felt the sting that I needed and loved. “Oh, God, Connor, yes! Feels so full. Make me come, please. Make me feel it.” I was whining like a slut, and I didn’t care. I was so close now, and I just wanted to feel.
Connor removed his fingers, and I thought I might cry. “No. Please!” I cried, but he didn’t respond with words.
Connor flipped me over like I weighed nothing until I was flat on my back on the couch cushions, with my legs over his shoulders. From this new position, I could feel that his own cock had gone rock hard again with all the time he’d played and teased me. He looked me in the eye as he slid his three fingers back inside my ass with a rough push and nudged my spot relentlessly. Then his other hand that he had slicked up with lube grabbed my cock and ruthlessly began to jerk me in time with his punishing fingers. He wouldn’t let me look away even for a second. Every time I would close my eyes or turn my head, he would stop. “No, Ladd, you’re not hiding from me. This is mine, your pleasure is mine, and I want all of it. Watch me. I want to see it in your eyes when you see your stars.”
He jerked me rougher than anything I had ever experienced. It was perfect. He pumped my ass with his thick fingers in a steady rhythm, and I felt it right there, but it was just out of reach. Continuing his rhythm with both hands, Connor seemed to realize I needed more to send me over. “You need my cock don’t you, Laddy? You need me pounding into you to come tonight don’t you, my boy?”
God, yes!
“God, yes, Conn, please, fuck me. I’ve wanted it so long. Please let me feel you deep and hard.” I shook with excitement and knew I sounded like a whore begging for his cock, but at this point, I needed him so bad it actually hurt.
“I can’t say no to you, Laddy. Let me get something, and I’ll be right back.” He pointed his thick finger at me. “Don’t you dare move.”
He went to his pants pocket in his discarded jeans and was back in a few seconds. He got himself ready, then reached for the discarded lube and used the rest to slick himself up. Then he reached down and manhandled me yet again, flipping me to my hands and knees on the cushion, ass in the air. He gripped my cheeks and spread them wide again, pushing his thumbs inside me over and over, first just one, then both, then stretching them wide. The sting was torturous, but just what I needed.
At long last, Connor lined his cock up to my hole and began to push inside. It felt huge! It burned and stretched, but the pain was exactly what I wanted. He started a slow steady in and out glide for a little while, but I wanted faster. I began pushing back against him harder and harder each time. Eventually, Connor slowed to a stop and I kept going.
“Fuck yeah, Laddy, fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Take what you need from me and show me how much you love my dick in your ass.”
“God, Conn, you’ve got me so full. I’ll feel you for days wherever I go. I love it so much.” I kept babbling how much I loved it all as I moved on him getting closer and closer to my release. Without warning, Connor pulled back and out completely, making me cry out in frustration. “No! Don’t stop, please, Connor, not now, I was so close!”
He turned me back over onto my back, knees to my chest and leaned all his weight into me, sliding smoothly back inside.
“I want your eyes on me, Ladd. This is our first time, and I want us to remember it. I want to see you come and remember what you look like when you get there. I want you to see me and know how much I feel when I do, too.” With that he leaned in and kissed the shit out of me and began a punishing rhythm, pounding me into the sofa cushions and hitting my spot with every stroke in and out. He pulled back a little and reached down to grab my dick in his huge hand and began the same rough pace to match his hips. I was already so close before he ever touched my cock, and then I was there. He started pushing harder and harder, and soon he was coming with a deep groan and a hard push inside. That hard push was all I needed.
“God, Conn, I’m coming!”
“Oh, fucking hell, Ladd, you feel amazing!”
I kept my eyes on his as long as I could, widening in disbelief at the intense pleasure and pain that shot up my spine, through my balls and finally poured out of my shaft. Eventually, I had to close my eyes against the intensity, and I did indeed see stars, just like Connor promised. Then I saw nothing at all.
I came to a few minutes later with Connor leaning over me wiping me down with a warm washcloth. He could be so demanding and yet so sweet at the same time. I was one lucky bastard that was for sure.
“Thanks, Connor, but I think I need a shower. I’m all sticky with your sweat and my cum.” I giggled a little when he looked so proud of my predicament. “Pretty proud of yourself aren’t you, Mr. McDaniel?”
He smirked. “Well, I suppose you have a right to be proud. Go ahead and strut if you must, I’ll just wait in the shower. Once you’re finished crowing like the only cock in the barnyard, you can join me if you want.” With that little challenge, I lifted myself off the couch and flounced off toward my bathroom. I added a little more swish to my hips for good measure, too. I really wanted Connor in my shower.
I had just gotten the water warm when Connor made his way inside looking a little more bashful than before. I got the feeling he was starting to second guess what we’d done. I wouldn’t let him get away with that, not when it had been exactly what I’d wanted and needed.
“Come here, Conn, let me take care of you.” He still looked a little unsure, so I wrapped him in my arms and let him get under the spray with me. “What we just did was amazing, Connor. It was perfect and wonderful. But you have to know that this is, too. I don’t need you to be in control all of the time. I may be jumping the gun, but I’m assuming this isn’t a one and done thing.” Connor gave me a look like I was nuts.
“Of course this isn’t a one night stand, Ladd. I like you, really like you, and I very much want to keep dating and see where we can take this. So no, this is not the last time we’ll do this if I have anything to say about it.”
I couldn’t keep the silly grin off my face I was so happy. I just wanted to be clear what we were going to do going forward. “Well, I’m certainly glad of that.
I just want you to know that there may be days when we might decide we just want to cuddle, make out on the sofa or everything else couples do together. I don’t need full on mind-blowing sex every day, although if you do, there’s no complaint from me. I just need you to know that the pressure in this relationship is not solely on you. It’s for both of our benefits, and we’ll both make those decisions together.”
“Thank you, Ladd. You wouldn’t know it yet, but I’m a huge cuddler, so that makes me happy that you are, too.” I got one of Connor’s sheepish smiles, and I loved him so much in that moment that I almost told him. But I didn’t say it out loud. I told him with actions instead of words. I washed him from head to toe, having him sit on the bench in the shower so I could reach his hair. Then when he was rinsed, he did the same for me. It wasn’t sexual as much as it was sensual. We loved each other with our touches and caresses. When we were rinsed and dried, we put on our sleep pants to fight the chill in the air, and I took his hand and led him to my big king-sized four-poster bed. Remy and Rhett had teased me when I’d gotten it, wondering what a guy my size needed with such a huge bed. Now they wouldn’t have to wonder. I guess I’d always planned on meeting someone like Connor to fill that empty space I’d always had beside me.
True to his word, as soon as I got settled on my pillow, Connor moved in behind me and pulled me into his chest. I loved having him close, so I rolled over and found a comfortable spot for my head in the crook of his shoulder, my arm naturally falling over his chest, hand resting over his heart. As I fell into sleep, my last thought was of my hand over his heart and how I hoped I already had a permanent place there.
Chapter Thirteen
Family dinner with the Eldridge Clan was an interesting experience, to say the least. My family dinners growing up had always been formal affairs with everyone on their best behavior and dressed up. Tonight, I had been prepared to wear my khakis again, but Ladd told me I would be way overdressed. He was wearing jeans, a collared shirt, and a sweatshirt. I talked him into wearing a bowtie with it though. He laughed at me but did it to make me happy.
We hadn’t gone to the building today since there were workers there all day dealing with the mold situation. After waking up to a spectacular blow job from Ladd, I had offered to reciprocate, but he’d refused. He said he wanted to wait and this morning was just for me. My sweet man was quickly worming his way deep into my heart. So after a quick shower and simple breakfast of fruit and oatmeal, we had spent the day exploring some of the smaller cities surrounding Fairpoint. It was a wonderful day, but I was still apprehensive about dinner.
After we had gotten dressed, with me in jeans and a flannel shirt and praying I was dressed okay, Ladd grabbed my hand, and we walked over to the main house. It was so fantastic just to hold Ladd’s hand and walk with him in the cool evening breeze coming in from the Bay. Getting off was great, and I had loved everything we’d done last night and this morning, but this was what I had missed most about being in a relationship. There was something so simple and yet so profound about being connected with another person in public. At that moment, we weren’t two separate people. We were a team. Holding hands had always given me the feeling that if we could just hold on to each other, we could overcome anything. Lachlan would take the piss out of me for being romantic again, but I didn’t care. At this moment, all was right with the world.
When we got to the house, James was in the kitchen stirring something in the biggest pot I had ever seen. Ladd informed me we were having Uncle James’s famous gumbo tonight, so everyone would be here. No one missed James’s gumbo. James was in his zone. “We just have to make sure we get Lillian to make the rice when she gets here,” he told us. “And we need to keep Helen away from the kitchen at all costs. She’ll burn water if we let her get near it, but she’s convinced that she’s a gourmet cook. Gwen usually helps us keep her wrangled, but, Connor, help keep an eye out would you? She can get sneaky.”
James went back to the stove, and Ladd and I got busy setting the table. As we finished up, the front door banged open, and Rhett was roughly pushed through the doorway by a scowling Remy. Both of them had their hair on the longer side, and it tended to fly away on top. Rhett was dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt. Remy had jeans, too, but he had a black tee and a beat up leather jacket over it. Two of his tattoos traveled colorfully up his neck on each side. I hadn’t seen what they were, but I really wanted to know. He had ink on both hands, and I could assume several other places as well. I could only imagine with his personality. His right eyebrow was pierced with a silver hoop, and his left nostril had a silver stud. As I watched the twins walk side by side into the dining room, I saw how much they did look alike. I hadn’t met Rhett yet, but he looked like an exact copy of Remy, minus the piercings and tattoos. When you put them side by side, they were like a bad boy before and after photo.
Remy was carrying a case of beer under one arm and a casserole dish in the other hand. Rhett had one arm loaded down with loaves of French bread. He jostled the loaves around and held out his hand, “Connor, nice to finally meet you, man. I’ve heard good things about you from everyone.” He gave me a good firm shake, then gave Ladd a one armed side hug, “Good to see you, too, big bro.” He finished by ruffling Ladd’s hair which just managed to piss him off.
“Bastard, I told you to quit doing that shit! I know you’re taller than I am, but that doesn’t give you the right to treat me like your kid.”
Rhett just snorted at him and went into the kitchen with his armload of bread. Drawn into the dining room by Ladd yelling at Rhett, Remy wandered into the room. When he noticed me standing next to Ladd, finishing up the table, his usual scowl got fiercer.
“Hey, what’s Connor doing here? I didn’t know we could bring dates to family dinner.” He yelled to the whole house. “If I had known that, I could have brought—”
“No, you couldn’t have.” Rhett interrupted from the kitchen.
“But she was fun.” Remy whined. It wasn’t a voice I expected to come from such a badass. It was kind of cute. Ladd looked at me and rolled his eyes so hard I thought he’d lose his balance.
“Okay, well if not her, then I could have brought—”
“Hell No!” Rhett yelled from the kitchen yet again. I looked around the doorway and noticed he was making garlic bread out of the loaves of bread and wasn’t even looking at his brother. There must be something to the whole twin mind meld thing. Huh, who knew?
“What was wrong with him? He was cute and funny, and he had the most unbelievable ass.”
Rhett stopped what he was doing and stepped into the dining room to point his finger in Remy’s face to make his point crystal clear.
“That twink was louder than a three-alarm fire bell. All night long all I heard was, Harder, Daddy! Yeah, that’s it, spank your boy, Daddy! I swear I didn’t get two hours of sleep that night. So, no, your booty call twink would not have been eligible for family dinner, no matter how fine his ass might be.” Rhett turned to go back into the kitchen, then whipped back around making a complete circle, “And another thing, he drank all of my orange juice the next morning and then put the empty container back into the fridge. Who the hell does that?”
While the twins continued to argue over the OJ and the twink, I leaned over to whisper into Ladd’s ear.
“I take it Remy is an equal opportunity dater?”
Ladd tilted his head in my direction and nodded, never letting his eyes stray from his little brothers. It was like watching someone argue with themselves. It was fascinating and freaky. I tuned back in to listen to the escalating argument.
“Plus the last dude you fucked left the cabinet door open in the kitchen, and I hit my head on it, only to also find out he used the last of the toilet paper and didn’t replace the roll. So, no, you couldn’t have brought that glorified one night stand to family night either. Get over yourself, Remy, and admit you can’t commit long enough to even have a date, let alone have someone like Connor.”
“They need to work it out on their own. I have a feeling this has been coming on for a while.”
Rhett pushed into Remy’s chest as he spoke now, he was using a lower tone, but it was even more forceful for the lack of volume.
“You know what it is for me, just like I know what it is for you, Remy. I’m looking for my one, and I refuse to settle for anything less. I’m not gonna go from one mediocre lay to the next. That’s not what I want, and it’s not me. I know for a fact you’re looking for your one and only, too. You can deny it all you want, but you’re desperately hooking up with men and women trying to find your missing piece and never finding it. But what you haven’t thought about is maybe you’re looking in the wrong places, or it’s not time yet. When it’s your time, you’ll meet them, Remy. You just have to be patient and believe in yourself that you’ll recognize them when they come along.”
