Page 47 of Coming Clean

Jeremy kissed him, cuppinghis face and enjoying the prickle of stubble against his palms. Heworked his way across Connor’s jaw, his neck, his ear. When Jeremynibbled at his neck, Connor tensed, tightening his grip on Jeremy’ships.

“Good?” Jeremy asked, hislips rubbing against the corded muscle of Connor’s neck.

“Not enough,” hegrowled.

“No,” Jeremy agreed. “Notnearly enough.”

Connor reached for thefastenings of Jeremy’s pants. He popped the snap on Jeremy’s jeanswith one hand while he used the other to trace the outline of hiscock. Jeremy gasped, pushing into Connor’s touch. He wanted, neededConnor’s hands on him, but he also needed Connor to be the one totake things further this time.

His wish was granted whenConnor slid his zipper down, then oh-so-slowly released Jeremy’scock from its confinement behind his boxer briefs. Jeremy groanedwhen Connor finally wrapped his hand around Jeremy’s cock. Hecouldn’t keep himself from thrusting into Connor’s warm fist.“Please.”

Connor stroked him. Tooslowly. Too gently.

He needed more. He neededto feel Connor bare against him. Jeremy reached for the fasteningsof Connor’s shorts.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“I got this.” Connor pushed Jeremy’s hands out of the way. He wastoo impatient to let Jeremy fumble his way through opening hisshorts. Jeremy started to protest but Connor bit down on the musclewhere Jeremy’s neck became his shoulder. Jeremy shuddered and letConnor have his way.

A few seconds later, Connor held both theircocks in one of his hands. He stroked them slowly, nearly drowningin the pleasure of Jeremy’s cock rubbing against his. He’d gottenoff this way with men before, usually in a hidden spot whileexpecting someone to walk in on them. Those moments had beenrushed. There were no preliminaries, not much contact at all exceptfor the slide of one of their hands. Connor had thought he’d foundpleasure in that wild rush to completion, because God knows he’dneeded the release from sexual tension as well as something toremind him how good it was to be alive. But this… this was truepleasure—sensual, all-consuming pleasure.

Connor worked them faster as Jeremy clung tohis shoulder, his head tilted to one side. Connor continued lickingand sucking his neck, longing to mark him, another thing he hadn’tdared to do to a man before since most of his partners had beenhiding like he was.

“Please,” Jeremy begged.

“Please what? Tell me what you want,” Connordemanded.

“Suck my neck. I fucking love that.”

Connor sucked harder, no longer trying tohold back. He breathed deeply, taking in Jeremy’s scent.

“Connor. More. I… So close.” Jeremy leakedmore and more precum as Connor jacked him, making his hand slideeasily.

Connor was close too, but he was determinedto make Jeremy come first. He sucked harder on Jeremy’s neck,knowing he’d leave a mark and no longer caring, desperate to leavesomething of himself in case Jeremy decided a closeted lover wasn’tworth the trouble. Jeremy writhed in his arms and thrust wildlyinto his fist. Then he closed his hand over Connor’s, trying toforce him to move faster.

“Right there. So good so… Fuck!”

Jeremy swayed and Connor wrapped his free armaround him to hold him up. Connor was barely holding on. Searingheat raced to his balls. Fuck. He was going to come any second.No! He intended to wring every second of pleasure from thisencounter.

Jeremy slipped a hand into the back ofConnor’s pants and slid his fingers along the crease of his ass.“More,” Connor begged when Jeremy pressed against Connor’s hole. Hewanted Jeremy there, where he’d never wanted anyone.

His plea must have encouraged Jeremy, becausehe pressed harder, his finger slipping inside. Connor gasped. Hecouldn’t hold back, couldn’t…

“Holy fuck!” Jeremy cried out as heshuddered. The ecstasy on his face, the feel of his cum shootingover their joined hands was so beautiful, so perfect, that Connorhung suspended, pleasure burning him. He wasn’t sure he couldsurvive. Then that tight, nearly painful pleasure burst and he wasshooting, his cum mingling with Jeremy’s.

Connor kept his hand wrapped around theircocks until long after they’d both started to soften. He didn’twant to let go or accept that this time with Jeremy was over.

Jeremy took his hand. “Are you okay?”

Was he? Connor wasn’t sure. But he wasdetermined not to start flipping out every time he had sex. But itwasn’t just fucking now; this was Jeremy. He wasn’t like other men.He was… No. Connor was not falling in love. He couldn’t let thathappen. Even as he denied it, he heard that dark voice inside himlaughing.

“I’m fine,” he said.

Jeremy grabbed a clean dishcloth, wet it atthe sink, and wiped himself off before taking care of Connor.Connor just stood there, watching Jeremy as if this were happeningto someone else. Say something. “I don’t want to leave.”

Jeremy looked up, his eyes sparkling, happy.“Good, I don’t want you to.”

“Really?”