“I’m here, with you. Make me stop thinking, Connor.”
Connor understood. Josh needed Connor to decide, to take over and make him submit. A powerful surge fired through Connor. Josh was his. He didn’t know it yet, and Connor would have to be patient, but there was no doubt anymore. This gorgeous, sweet, submissive man was his. He wanted to be dominated? That could be arranged.
“Is there lube in this room?”
* * *
Fuck, yeah.
Josh trembled when Connor asked for lube. Finally, they would continue what they’d started in the kitchen. He climbed off Connor and yanked open the drawer of the nightstand. Nothing, except earplugs. He was sure there’d been a bottle of lube there, once upon a time, but somebody must’ve taken it. And damn, the door was locked, so what now?
He looked at Connor, spread out on the bed, his hands folded behind his head. Fuck, he looked perfect like that, all powerful, bossy male. Connor’s beast of a cock stood at attention, all but demanding release.
Next door, Indy let out a hard moan. Josh hesitated. The only way to get lube was to ask Noah to open the door, but that would be major awkward.
“If you want to be fucked, you’ll have to get the lube. I have a condom in my wallet, but no lube,” Connor said.
Josh leaned over to search for his boxers under the covers. The least he could do was put some clothes on.
“Uh, uh,” Connor said. “I like you better naked.”
The bed moved as Connor flicked on the lamp on the night table.
“Show me how much you want to be fucked,” Connor said, his voice low and husky.
Dammit, the command pushed all those submissive buttons inside Josh. This, this was what he craved. He wanted to be told what to do, he needed to be used, and fuck it, he was desperate to take that huge cock in his ass again.
He shot Connor a sultry look and got up from the bed. “Noah!” He banged on the wall. “Stop fucking Indy for a second and open the door. I need something.”
Next door, the noise quieted.
“Tell him what you need,” Connor ordered.
Shame. That’s what he should feel, right? Instead, Josh was filled with a strange, quiet peace. He felt no shame, only satisfaction, a deep need being met.
“I need the lube,” he shouted, his voice more joyful than it should be.
Indy burst out in a giggle, followed by a deep grunt from Noah. Footsteps sounded, a door opened. Seconds later, the lock on their door was disengaged, and it opened. Indy—buck naked—threw Josh a big bottle of lube. “Have fun,” he said with a wink.
“I will, trust me,” Josh replied, catching the bottle with one hand. For a second they looked at each other and smiled. There was not a trace of jealousy on Indy’s face, nor anger that Josh was quite literally sleeping with the enemy. The last bit of doubt inside Josh vaporized.
“Get your ass back in here,” Noah yelled, though clearly not mad. “I wasn’t done with you yet.”
“Oh, pipe down, you,” Indy shouted back, still smiling at Josh. “You can damn well wait till I’m good and ready.”
“Get your ass back in bed,” Connor said.
Josh knew what he was doing. Connor was deliberately repeating Noah’s words. He was claiming Josh, showing Indy and Noah that he was the one fucking Josh, that he could boss Josh around. He was pulling Josh in with soft ropes, instead of just with words. Josh felt himself respond, didn’t even want to resist.
“I have to go,” he told Indy.
“Yeah, you do.” Indy’s smile was sweet and understanding as he closed the door and turned the lock again.
Josh turned around, faced Connor. Connor lazily fisted his rock-hard dick, his eyes fixed on Josh's. “Suck me,” he commanded.
Fuck, yes. No decisions, no thinking, no doubting himself, or fear of showing too much, being too much. Josh walked straight up to the bed, dropped the bottle next to Connor on the mattress, climbed on.
“Sixty-nine,” Connor said.
A deep thrill sent goose bumps all over Josh's skin. He didn’t hesitate but lowered himself on Connor with his mouth on the man’s dick and his ass almost in his face. Leaning on his forearms, he curled his fingers around Connor’s base and raised his cock upright.
A first, tentative lick made Connor moan. Josh teased him with a hot breath, another quick lick. He ran his tongue over the crown, tasting Connor without taking him in. With a lazy stroke of his tongue, he lapped downwards, toward those huge balls. Connor’s chest rumbled with something that sounded like a growl.
Josh's legs were spread wider, and he obeyed even though it left his hole wide open in Connor’s face. He wouldn’t…would he? Josh froze when he felt a hot, slick tongue on his ass. Teeth scraped his right cheek, his left. A finger dipped in his crack.
Fuck, yeah, Connor would. He did.
Seconds later, that moist heat traveled to his hole. Connor hoisted two arms under Josh's thighs, lifted him up like a buffet and dug in.
Rimming.
Connor was rimming him.
Josh melted, all his nerves shutting off except for the ones around his ass. God, that tongue. That mouth. Connor’s smooth chin on his skin.
Connor’s tongue pushed, and he let him in, welcoming him inside. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. When Connor sunk in deep, Josh let out a long groan.
“You like that, huh?” Connor’s voice teased against his cheeks.
Like. That was the understatement of the year. He didn’t like it; he fucking loved it, craved it.
Suck. He was supposed to suck Connor off. Fuck the subtle foreplay and the teasing. He couldn’t concentrate with Connor’s face in his ass. He opened his mouth, took Connor in as deep as he could and sucked.
Connor’s hips bucked, but Josh had expected this, had put his weight on them so Connor couldn’t push in too deep in a reflex. Fuck, he loved the sensation of that cock in his mouth even if it was too big to take in all the way. Maybe he’d do some research, see how he could train and practice to take him in deeper. God, his man would love that.
“Damn, baby, you’re too good at that. Don’t make me come yet.”
With one last lap, Josh let go of Connor’s dick, at the same time Connor pulled away from Josh's ass. Josh looked over his shoulder. “Don’t you want to come?” he teased.
In answer, Connor reached for the lube, held it out to Josh. “Prep yourself. I’m in the mood to pound hard.”
One sentence, that was all it took. The sheer mental image of Connor ramming into him was enough to not only make Josh even harder but to get him to scramble off Connor and yank the lube out of his hands.
He squeezed a generous amount of lube on his fingers, ruthlessly shoved them inside, knowing he was still stretched from their earlier fuck. Connor sat up against the headboard, watched him with burning eyes as Josh loosened himself and stretched, breathing away the burning sensation.
Connor rolled a condom on his monster cock, angled for the lube and coated it with a generous amount. “Ride me,” he ordered.
Josh frowned. As much as he liked riding a cock since it allowed him to control the depth and pace, it was too passive a mode for Connor. He didn’t want that man on his back doing nothing. Josh wanted him on top, fucking the shit out of him.
Still, he straddled Connor, reaching backwards with his right hand to position his cock. He lowered himself until the thick head breached him. Would he ever get used to this sensation, this deep anticipation of being filled?
Connor put his hands on Josh's thighs, holding him while Josh took him in, inch by inch. Yeah, he’d done a rush job with the prepping, and he was paying for it now, his body struggling to accommodate the thickness pushing inside him. But it wasn’t merely pain. It was pain bordering on pleasure, burning with threads of pure ecstasy weaved in. He exhaled, relaxed, sunk lower, breathed out again.
Connor never moved a muscle, waiting for Josh to adjust, deeper and deeper. Finally, Connor was in all the way. Josh relaxed wit
h a slow exhale, sat up, closing his eyes to revel in the fullness. This sensation of being full, of being complete, it was unlike anything he’d ever felt. It filled his body and heart at the same time.
“Ride me till you’re completely loose,” Connor told him.
He positioned two strong hands on Josh's hips, pushed him to raise and lower himself. The first few times, it still burned, but after a bit, all the pain was replaced by the familiar tingling. Josh sighed, opening himself completely. The thrill rolled over him, radiating from his ass outwards to the crown of his head. So fucking perfect.
Connor must’ve felt him relax because on Josh's next raise he lifted him off with strong hands. “Stand next to the bed, legs spread wide, with your arms resting on the bed,” he told Josh.
A deep tremble tore through Josh's body at the words. He climbed off, did as he was told. He lowered his arms on the bed, resting his head on his forearms. It put his ass high up in the air, his hole wide and ripe for the taking.
Connor lined up behind him, put his hands on Josh's waist. “You might wanna hold on to something.”
Damn, he knew how to push Josh's buttons. Shivering in anticipation, Josh grabbed the mattress with both hands and braced himself.
Connor slammed in deep, and Josh let out a hard groan. Fuck, yeah. That was what he wanted, what he needed. He lowered his body more, spread his legs wider, pushed his ass farther back shamelessly and canted it at the right angle. Anything, everything to invite Connor in.
The next thrust was so hard Connor’s balls slapped against Josh's ass, the sound echoing through the room. Josh met Connor’s surge with a ragged curse as he hit his prostate full on. Ecstasy rippled through him, all the way to his toes. He rubbed his cock against the sheets, delighting in the friction it brought. He was already leaking like crazy, and his cock throbbed painfully.
Connor set a steady pace of hard, deep thrusts and Josh groaned at every one, his voice drowned out by the obscene sounds of Connor ramming into him. He was so turned on, all his nerves were firing off pleasure, from his toes to the crown of his cock. He tensed, his balls pulling tight against his body.
“Don’t come,” Connor warned him.
“I’m so close,” Josh all but wailed.
“Then hold it back.”
Hot damn, Connor knew how to be dominant, didn’t he? Josh clenched his teeth, fighting back his release with all he had. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He wanted to obey Connor. Dammit, he needed to, but he was so fucking close. He rocked his hips backwards, denying his cock the friction it sought. It helped, for maybe half a minute, but then he was right back on the edge.
Connor grunted as he thrust in and out of Josh. Josh closed his eyes, intoxicated by all the sweaty fucking, the erotic sounds filling the room. He shuddered, clamped down hard on himself.
“If you come, I’ll have to punish you,” Connor growled.
Punish. What would the guy do, put him over his knee and spank him?
The sheer image sent Josh over the edge, screaming as his release hit him with so much force his knees buckled. If Connor hadn’t held him with such a death grip on his waist, he would’ve collapsed on the bed, but the man’s strong hands held him up, even as a full-body shudder wrecked him.
“It’s almost as if…”
Connor slammed home again hard and deep.
“…the thought of being punished…”
Another deep thrust.
“…turns you on.”
Josh purred. He fucking purred. There was no other way to describe the sound escaping from his lips as his almost-limp body was being fucked into the mattress by this powerful man.
Connor’s hips jerked, his fingers dug in deep, and with a loud roar he sunk in deeper than he’d been before and unloaded, every muscle tense.
Josh's body gave out, and he collapsed on the bed, Connor on top of him, catching his weight on his hands at the last second.
“That was …” Connor panted.
“Yeah …” Josh couldn’t think in words, let alone say anything even remotely intelligent.
“Incredible.”
“Yeah.”
“Your ass is …”
“Yeah. Your cock, too.”
Connor pulled out. He disposed of the condom with little finesse. With a grunt, Connor hoisted Josh on the bed, spooned him tight. He kissed Josh in his neck.
Josh's brain was rebooting, and the ability to form complete sentences returned. He snuggled closer to Connor, reached for the man’s hand to lace his fingers through it. “Connor?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Thank you.”
Connor chuckled. “You’re welcome. Anytime.”
“Are you gonna punish me for coming?” Josh asked.
“I’m sure we can find something that’s satisfactory.”
Josh's face cracked open in a big smile. “How do you feel about spanking?”
7
Connor woke up at o’dark thirty the next morning as usual. He’d always been a morning person, but ever since basic training, his internal alarm clock would wake him at zero five hundred. Even now, in a strange bed, he was instantly awake at that time.
Josh was still asleep, his warm body snuggled up against Connor’s. His head rested on Connor’s right arm, and he’d draped his knee over Connor’s right leg. His warm breath tickled Connor’s skin, making him all weak inside. A body could get used to this, he thought.
He’d never woken up with someone else in his bed, in his arms. Not that he minded. Hell, no. Josh was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Being needed, wanted, craved even, it was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Connor had no intention of letting Josh go, not even with the whole Indy situation.
Indy’s safety was the key in all this. He needed to find a way to keep Indy safe while bringing his family to justice. Both Noah and Josh had made clear the boy’s wishes came first. Connor could respect that, but there had to be a way to accomplish both. Staying hidden was an understandable short-term strategy, but as a Marine, Connor had been taught to always take the long view. Indy would never be safe until Duncan and those loyal to him were in prison or dead. But the only way Duncan would ever be sentenced to jail was if Indy testified against him, which would put him in incredible danger. The question was: how could Connor help bring his family down while at the same time keep Indy safe?
Now that he had formulated the problem, he let it go. His mind worked best in the background, mulling things over while doing something else. So he focused on Josh and the mind-blowing sex they’d had the day before.
God, it had been amazing how Josh had not only taken him in all the way but had loved it. He’d come so hard from being fucked without even touching himself. What had Josh been thinking about that last time he’d come? Connor had mentioned punishing him, and Josh had erupted seconds later. It had been a heat of the moment, impulse remark. Connor had read about edging and how denying yourself release for a prolonged time would make your orgasm so much more intense. Since he had no chance in hell of doing it himself at this stage—fuck, the overwhelming sensation of being buried inside Josh was far too much of a turn-on to not come—he’d figured he’d let Josh give it a go. Obviously, he needed to work on his Dom skills. Or had Josh come because the idea of being punished turned him on rather than off? Hmm. That opened up all kinds of kinky shit they could explore.
Fuck, there was so much he wanted to try with Josh, so much he longed to experience for the first time with this man. Would he get the chance? Would they ever get the opportunity as a couple? He understood so much more about the relationship between Josh and Noah now, had seen how deep their love ran. It brought back all the reasons why he’d been hesitant to pursue Josh in the first place, this deep conviction that he had so little to offer the guy.
You can’t compete with Noah, with the history they have, not even with the sweetness Indy has. They’re better off as a threesome. It makes way more sense than Josh choosing you. And if they ev
er find out what you knew, they’ll never want anything to do with you ever again.
A sliver of desperation danced down his spine. He’d tell them, but later. When they’d had a chance to get to know him, to trust him. If he told them now, he’d throw away any chance of a future with Josh. And fuck, he couldn’t lose him. Not when he’d only gotten him.
Connor turned his head to watch Josh sleep. It was still dark outside, but the room was light enough he could make out Josh's face. His full lips were almost pouting, begging to be kissed until they were all swollen and wet. His dark stubble contrasted with his skin. It had rasped deliciously against Connor’s thighs and stomach when Josh had sucked him off, had kissed him everywhere. Connor sighed. Josh was so cute, so hot. What could he possibly offer him?
Well, there was the Dom/sub dynamic. Josh craved to be dominated, that much had become clear. Peace had shown on his face, in his eyes, when he’d submitted to Connor. And fuck, it had turned Connor on. He needed to get more experience so he could bring more pleasure to Josh. And to himself, but in all honesty that came second. Maybe that would be enough to keep Josh interested? Because other than that…
Connor frowned. He was boring. His life was boring. Being a cop was fulfilling to a degree, but outside his job he had little that excited him. Meeting Josh had changed that. He’d not been able to put him out of his mind after their first meet. His sweet, shy glances in that store, his awkward conversation and the light banter with Indy. Maybe love at first sight did exist, because if he’d been attracted to Josh initially, what he felt after spending one night with him was infinitely more.
Josh let out the softest sigh, and the pink tip of his tongue peeked out of his mouth to moisten his lips. The sight shot straight to Connor’s balls. He wanted to kiss him until they ran out of breath, had to come up for air, and then do it all over again.
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