Page 34 of Coming Clean

Connor shook his head.“You’re very easy to like.”

“Not everyone thinksso.”

“Then they’re idiots.” Thistime Connor got brave enough to be the one who movedcloser.

Jeremy was watching himwith both desire and a hint of wariness in his eyes.

Say something. Act likea normal guy who’s not afraid of what he wants.“So you wouldn’t mind missing the chance to goout tonight?”

Jeremy shook his head. “I’drather stay right here.”

“I’d rather you did thattoo.”

Jeremy took one more stepand they were nearly touching.

Connor broke then, givingin to the need to find out what kissing a man was like. When theirlips touched, hunger took over and Connor couldn’t be gentle. Hefelt like he was starving and Jeremy his only hope ofsalvation.

Jeremy didn’t fight him. Infact, he opened his mouth, letting Connor in, and slid his tongueagainst Connor’s. Then he took hold of Connor’s hips and yankedtheir bodies together. Connor could feel the hard ridge of Jeremy’scock rubbing against his hip, proving that Jeremy was as hungry forthe kiss as Connor.

God he needed this, notjust the physical contact, but Jeremy himself. Connor’s head swamfrom the intensity of the kiss. He didn’t want to stop despite hisneed for air. Finally, Jeremy pushed at him, probably as desperatefor air as Connor. Connor sucked on Jeremy’s tongue one last timethen let go.

Jeremy smiled at him, alook full of sexual promise. Connor backed up like a skittish colt.He couldn’t remember ever being this nervous, even when he was surehe and whomever he was fucking were going to get caught.

Get yourself together,Marine. You’re in charge here.

Except he wasn’t really incharge, not by a long shot. Jeremy could do anything he wanted andConnor would go along with it. Jeremy kept moving toward him.Connor stepped back and hit the wall, and panic fluttered in hisgut. He couldn’t let anyone pen him in like this.

“Are you okay?” Jeremyasked. He was watching Connor with sympathy, not pity.

Connor nodded. He wasbigger, stronger, and Jeremy didn’t want to hurt him. He hadnothing to fear, physically anyway. Emotionally, Jeremy waschipping away at his defenses, exposing the man underneath andbringing to light things better left in secret.

He grasped Jeremy’sshoulders, ready to spin him around, make him the one who waspressed to the wall. Connor didn’t think he could handle anyfurther loss of control. Then Jeremy sank to his knees.

Connor froze. Holy God, washe really going to…?

Jeremy ran his fingers overConnor’s cock, which was barely contained behind his thin runningshorts. Connor closed his eyes, trying to remember how to breatheas Jeremy caressed him with tentative strokes. He was going to die,to expire of need without ever actually having this beautifulman.

Open your eyes and watchhim.

I can’t.

Yes, you can.

Connor did. Jeremy lookedup at him, his expression uncertain. Whatever he saw in Connor’seyes must have reassured him though, because he tugged on Connor’swaistband, pulling his shorts and jock strap down and freeing hiscock. Jeremy wrapped his hand around the shaft and licked hislips.

Connor worried he mightcome that second from nothing more than the touch of Jeremy’s long,slim fingers. He swallowed hard, fighting the urge. He’d beentouched by plenty of men, many of them very good with their handsand mouths, yet he’d never felt anything like Jeremy, who managedto be both tender and the most erotic thing he couldimagine.

Jeremy rubbed his thumbover the head of Connor’s cock, catching the drop of precum thathad beaded there. When he smeared it around, Connor swayed,suddenly dizzy. This was too fucking much.

“Is this what you want?”Jeremy’s words were quiet, soft. Connor could almost believe he’dimagined them. But no, Jeremy was real. No dream could feel as goodas Jeremy’s hands on Connor’s cock.

“Please,” Connor begged,hating how vulnerable he sounded.

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Jeremy looked up. Connor’seyes were dark, his jaw tight, his teeth digging into his bottomlip and sending the color fleeing. He stroked Connor’s cock whileblowing on the tip, hoping to loosen him and make him let go.Connor’s thigh muscles tensed. When he tongued Connor’s slit,Connor made an anguished sound and scrabbled against the wall likehe wanted something to hold onto.

“Hold on to me,” Jeremyordered.