Page 52 of Coming Clean

Move. Speak.

“Fuck, yes, I want to.” Hemanaged to pull out and roll the condom off his cock withoutcoming, which was somewhat of a miracle. “Trashcan?” Hopefully,there was one in tossing distance, because he wasn’t getting offthe bed.

“Throw it on the floor. Idon’t care.”

Normally, Connor would behorrified, but he couldn’t make himself care right then. He rose upon his knees and leaned over Jeremy, bracing himself on one arm ashe stroked his cock fast, with a tight grip. This wouldn’t takelong. Jeremy had already driven him nearly out of hismind.

“Yes, just like that,”Jeremy begged. “Show me how much you want me. Cover me with yourspunk.”

Connor fucking loved thosewords coming out of Jeremy’s beautiful mouth. “More, tell memore.”

“I want to see your comeand mine together. I want to taste it.”

“Fuck, you’re making mecrazy.”

“'The lunatic, the lover,and the poet, are of imagination all compact'.” Jeremy purred thewords as if he were saying something profoundly nasty. And that didit. Heat shot down Connor’s spine andclimax hit him like an explosion. Jeremy was going to look soperfect covered in their mingled cum.

He shot white jets overJeremy’s flushed skin. Jeremy watched, smiling, until Connor’s dickbecame too sensitive to touch. He hung over Jeremy, panting,needing both arms to support himself now.

Jeremy ran a finger throughthe mingled cum on his chest and brought it to his mouth. His eyeslocked on Connor’s as he sucked on his finger. Connor had neverseen anything so erotic in his life.

“Kiss me,” Jeremywhispered, as if afraid to give the words full voice.

But Connor couldn’t havewanted to kiss him more. He licked Jeremy’s lips, groaning at theircombined taste. Passion flared between them again as they kissed.Connor had thought himself too worn out to feel anything more, butJeremy’s magic wound him up in its spell once more.

When he finally pulledback, he looked at Jeremy, unsure what to say or do. He was afraidsomething embarrassingly romantic might come out if he tried tospeak. Fucking Jeremy had left him unsteady, both mentally andphysically. He was never going to be the same now. How could heever go back to nameless, hurried encounters knowing this waspossible? The sex he’d had before was barely a warm-up compared tothis.

“You okay?” Jeremyasked.

Connor nodded. “Yeah. No.I’m not going to run out on you, anyway.”

Jeremy smiled. “That’s goodenough.”

“So what do we do now?”Immediately Connor wondered why he’d asked that. He didn’t reallywant to talk about their future. He wasn’t even sure they hadone.

“Shower?” Jeremysuggested.

Jeremy obviously hadn’ttaken Connor’s question the way he’d meant it, but that was okay.His simple, concrete answer made Connor feel better. One step at atime. Clean up. After that, maybe they could get something to eat.His stomach growled in agreement.

“You hungry?” Jeremyasked.

Connor nodded. “Yeah, Ihaven’t eaten anything today.”

“Wow. I’m surprised youhaven’t passed out after what we just did.”

Connor chuckled. “I used torun ten miles before breakfast every day.”

“How do you do that? It’sall I can do to shower and get dressed,” Jeremy said.

“I didn’t say I still ranlike that now. I usually just do three or four miles thesedays.”

Jeremy glared at him. “Youcould have eaten when we were downstairs.”

Connor shook his head. “No,I couldn’t. I had to talk to you first.”

“And now?” Jeremyasked.

“Now I could eat a wholebatch of French toast by myself.”