Page 63 of Tough Call

“Hard,” he gritted out. “Please. I can—oh, God, yes!” He cried out nonsense as I plowed into him. I’d wanted to be careful, but he was right—he could take it like this, and nothing about his cries suggested it was too much.

It was a genuine miracle I hadn’t come yet, and in that moment, I didn’t care if I did. I just let go and slammed into him, reveling in the heat and the slickness and all the blissed-out sounds he made.

When my orgasm started to close in, though, I slowed down. Not yet. Even though I’d resigned myself to a quickie, and even though we had all summer, it turned out I wasn’t ready to be finished with this round quite yet.

“Madars,” he whined. “Please…”

I pulled his hips back so I was buried all the way inside him, and then I leaned down and kissed his shoulder. “I want you to ride me.”

Connor whimpered softly and nodded. “Please?”

I kissed the same spot again, then carefully withdrew. As I slipped free, I was tempted to thrust back in just because I needed to be in him, but I made myself turn onto my back.

The momentary frustration was worth it when Connor climbed on top. I steadied myself and guided him down, and we both swore as he eased himself onto my dick. How I’d lasted this long already was beyond me, but with him on top, we were definitely in for a quickie.

“Make me come,” I breathed as he started moving. “And then I’ll fuck you all over again.”

Connor bit his lip as he let his head fall back. “God, yeah…” He rode me, and he rode me hard. Holy fuck.

And wasn’t that a beautiful sight. I’d loved thrusting into him while he was on his back, laid out in front of me like the most incredible gift, but this? Gazing up at him? Sliding my hands up his powerful thighs? Watching the pleasure register on his face as he rode me? That was something else. Fuck, he was gorgeous.

He was gorgeous, and I wasn’t the least bit ashamed of how fast this was going to be. After months of craving him, I’d been ready to explode the moment he’d stepped out of Customs. I’d already lasted longer than I’d thought possible, and this time, I surrendered completely.

“Fuck…” I dug my heels into the bed and thrust up into him, chasing my orgasm as he cried out and bucked on top of me. “I’m gonna—” I was coming before I could finish the sentence, gripping his hips and slamming into his gorgeous tight ass until I couldn’t take another second.

Then I dropped back onto the bed, panting and trembling and exactly as blissed out as I’d known I would be once we were naked together.

Connor kept riding me and pumping himself, and I just watched in wonder as he drove himself to the edge, then over it. He clenched hard around me and cried out as cum shot onto my stomach.

Fuck me. That was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

With a shudder, he stilled. Eyes fluttering shut, he leaned over me, my dick still buried inside him as he lazily dragged his lips across mine. “Did I mention that I missed you?”

I grinned as I wrapped my arms around him. “Mmm, I think you did. And in case it wasn’t obvious, I missed you too.”

He laughed softly, his lips curving against mine, and then we were off and kissing again. Languid. Sweet. Unhurried.

Perfect. Just perfect.

“You still need a tour of the villa,” I mumbled against his lips.

“I do.” He nipped my lower lip. “But I kind of want another orgasm first.”

“Oh, do you? Already?”

“Mmhmm. Once we both recharge a bit, I mean.”

“We should pace ourselves.” I slid my hands up his back. “If I fuck you too much, you’ll be too sore.”

He pushed himself up a little and made a face like he was really giving it some thought. Then he grinned. “Well.” He eased himself off me, both of us gasping as I slipped out of him. As he settled on the bed beside me, he ran his hand up my chest. “Maybe we grab a shower, and then we sixty-nine and see who gets the other off first?”

I couldn’t help laughing. “Ooh, competitive blowjobs, eh?”

His grin was wicked and sweet and sexy. “Uh-huh. You game?”

Hell yeah, I was game.

I was game for anything and everything this summer. Today was the beginning of me and Connor, alone in this villa for weeks. Sharing this bed every night. Touching. Kissing. Fucking.