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Everybody in this story is over 18
Waking up the next morning feels heavenly. It’s freezing cold in the room, but comfortably warm under the blankets and the light weight of Connor’s head on my chest makes me smile upon opening my eyes. I’m holding his hand and have my other arm wrapped around his shoulders, holding him close to me while he is still sleeping.
Gently I stroke the back of his hand with my thumb and look down on him peacfully sleeping. He looks so irresistably cute. I usually don’t let girls stay the night after sex, and if I do it’s for practical reasons, not for cuddling. But now I’m questioning what I might have missed over the years.
I move as little as possible as to not wake him up and just quietly reach for my phone on the nightstand. But as soon as I pull away my hand from his he makes a dissatisfied sound and shifts. Then he searches for my hand with his and I chuckle and give it back to him. No phone for me I guess. I don’t need it anyways. Whatever could be on there isn’t nearly as fulfilling as what I’m seeing right in front of me.
At some point he shifts and yawns.
“Good morning.” I whisper and gently stroke his back.
“Mrnng.” He grumbles. I watch his defined arms flex as he raises them behind his head to stretch. I love it when he does that. My eyes wander over the several tattoos that form an unholy alliance on his left arm: A cartoon skeleton, a moth, a big dark tree and a surrealistic clock.
“I think I want to get a tattoo.” I ponder and he rubs his eyes, before laying back down on my chest.
“Yeah? What kind?” He asks and starts to draw little shapes with his fingertips on my chest again.
“I don’t know yet. Somewhere my clients can’t see them.”
“Yeah, you could decorate your ass.” He suggests and I laugh and tickle him.
He squeals and tries to fight me off but in the end I’m twice his size so it just ends up with me on top of him, pinning him down on the bed. He looks up at me with his big dark puppy eyes and I grin. I love having him at my mercy like this. Then I lean down to kiss him. He seems to have anticipated it and wastes no time pulling me onto him, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
I can feel his firm morning wood pushing against me and for a second I wonder if we have enough time to do it again, but I know that we have a scheduled breakfast with the others. So I just enjoy the warmth of his body and his soft kisses for a while, before I lay down on my back and pull him on top of me again, where he makes himself comfortable on my chest.
“Last day of the year…weird, huh?” He says.
“Yeah…crazy year.” I answer.
Before I can say anything else somebody knocks on our door. Even though they’re probably not gonna come in we hectically seperate.
“Yeah?” I say with a nervous voice crack.
It’s Jesse and he’s talking to us from outside.
“Morning man, just wanted to tell you that the heat is working now, so we don’t have to have an orgy to keep us warm after all.”
I grin. “Alright, thanks.” I answer.
Connor and I decide to get ready for breakfast, as hard as it is to leave this moment behind us. Kayla isn’t attending breakfast it seems and Connor sighs and tells me that he’s going to talk it out with her after eating.
The others go into town for some last minute grocery shopping and that leaves only Kayla, Connor and me at the lodge. After Connor disappears upstairs I suddenly feel very lonely in my room. My bedsheets smell like him and now I’m here all alone, waiting for the universe to have mercy on me and make him come back down here. But he doesn’t for some time and I can’t push away the thought about them having make up sex right above me. I don’t know, of course, but my brain decides that it’s probably like that.
I sigh and pick up my phone to distract myself. I have a new message from Chris and happily open it. It’s a photo of him on a desk with a huge pile of paper and books. He’s in a library or something, I didn’t even know there was one that’s still open today. He wrote: Wish I could have some vacation, thesis isn’t going to write itself tho…
I smile a little. I’m happy to hear from him and I find myself honestly missing him a little. My dick twitches in my pants as I think about the last wild night we had together. Maybe next time I’ll let him stay the night as well. Must be nice to wake up next to a guy that hot. Without thinking my hand wanders down into my pants and I start massaging my cock, reveling in the memory of his nice body.
Soon I pull down my pants and my boxers and start really stroking myself thinking about him. A few drops of precum leak out of me and I let out a little moan even though I’m by myself. I wonder if Chris thinks about me when he does it. If he misses me like I miss him. And then I get an idea.
I put up my phone against the headboard and get rid of my pants entirely, before I lube up two of my fingers with spit. I put them below me and then lower myself so my fingers start penetrating me. With the other hand I keep jerking myself off and over the intense stimulation I almost forget what I wanted to do. But I manage to stop myself and start recording with my phone.
I rock my hips on my fingers as if I was riding him and jerk my huge, rock hard cock in the same rythm. I spread my legs for him, somehow it turns me on to make a slut of myself on video like this. A whimper escapes my mouth, but I don’t bother trying to control my voice, I know he likes it when I let go.
After a minute or so I pick my phone back up and caption the video. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Then I send it.
Like always I second guess myself and feel a little panic, wondering if I’m going too far or he might feel harassed, but faster than I can think a video from him pops up.
The caption says “What are you doing to me, I’m supposed to be working…” and it has the nicest perspective somebody could have, watching him work: The camera is under his desk and I watch him jerk his huge cock below it. Fuck, it turns me on so much that he would do that in public. Even though I can’t imagine many people being there today, but still. I stroke myself faster and immediately know that I’ll have to cum to this.
With all my might I stop myself one more time, I better get a towel before I make a mess, I’ll regret it if I don’t. So I put my phone down on my bed and go into the bathroom.
Suddenly I hear the door to my room click. My mind starts racing. Fuck, my phone is still unlocked on my bed, and the video I sent to Chris is probably still opened on it. Hectically I grab a towel and stumble back into the room, probably looking like an idiot, with a towel in my hand and no pants on, my raging boner throbbing.
Connor is sitting on my bed and raises an eyebrow as I enter the room. He looks up from my phone, I knew it.
“Nice video…almost makes me jealous I don’t get them from you.” He says and leans back, looking at my hard dick with lust.
I drop the towel and walk over to him. Then I grab his wrist and pull him back up. He gets the message and obediently starts sucking my dick. I let out a moan and put one hand on the back of his head, guiding him gently.
“You’re here with me, isn’t that better?” I ask and he looks up at me. God I love that look.
Then he lets me out of his mouth and continues with his hand. “Fair point.” He answers and starts opening his jeans with his free hand. Chris’ video hasn’t entirely left my mind yet but I don’t want to stop this either.
“How did the talk go?” I ask.
He shakes his head and shrugs, seemingly not wanting to talk about it. Am I a bad person because that makes me a little happy? Probably. Do I care right now? Absolutely not.
He starts jerking himself off and goes back to sucking my dick passionately. I rock my hips a little and start fucking his face. Suddenly he stops.
Nervously he looks up at me and I wonder what could be the issue. Then he points at my phone.
“Can…I do that to you?” He asks in a shy tone.
I’m confused. “You’ve fingered me before, no?” I ask.
“No…I mean…really do that…” He answers and shifts a little.
It’s so hot to watch him blush, his throbbing cock in his hand, kneeling in front of me and asking me for permission. Now I get what he means. He wants to fuck my ass.
I hesitate. I’m pretty sure I only liked bottoming because Chris is taller than me and had such a gentle dominance about him. But I’m also curious about this experience. So I nod.
He grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer to him, until my feet are out of space on the floor and I fall onto the bed next to him. We immediately start kissing again and his hands wander under my shirt.
Nothing makes me feel sexier and more confident than feeling his hands run all over my body and hearing him moan beneath me.
I take my shirt off and watch him undress with pleasure, before he lays down on top of me and grinds himself against me.
“I’ve never done this before.” He whispers and I can feel his cock twitch with excitment.
“Sex? I thought so.” I tease him and he tickles me playfully, which makes me squirm and laugh.
“No…fuck a guy. I’ve always been…on the receiving end.” He adds and his voice cracks a little at the end of the sentence, as he feels my fingertips making their way down the back of his neck.
“I’m excited.” He whispers and his warm breath brushes against my neck, before he starts placing small kisses along my jawline. Then his lips wander down my neck and my shoulder and as he suddenly starts gently sucking on my skin I inhale sharply.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I say, trying to sound assertive, but it comes out as half a moan.
“Making sure that guy who you sent the video to knows you’re mine.”
His deep voice gives me goosebumps when he sounds seductive like this and even though I’m normally the dominant one my dick twitches at his hot possessive comment. He no doubt left a hickey on my shoulder but I don’t really care right now, I just want to give myself to him.
Vonluntarily I spread my legs and wrap them around his hips, causing a grin to appear on his face.
“Good boy.” He imitates my voice and then gently grabs my wrists, only to pin them down over my head. His hair tickles my face a little, but not in an annoying way. Just in a way that lets me know his face is close enough to make me lust for his kisses but too far away for me to get what I want.
He looks down on me with a dominant look in his pretty eyes and I can’t help but squirm, as my throbbing dick drips precum onto my abs. I try to lean up to kiss him, but his hands are holding me in place firmly. Of course I know that I would technically be strong enough to free myself, but what would be the fun in that?
Seeing him in this entirely different light turns me on, he’s never been this assertive before.
“Kiss me.” I say and squirm under his grip again.
He just grins. “What’s the magic word?”
It feels humiliating to have him play with me like this, but I like it. Even though my ego tells me not to do it, my cock gets harder when I think about begging him.
“Please, Connor, kiss me.” I whimper and he lets me suffer for another moment before letting go of my wrists and leaning down to give me what I want…no…what I need.
His kisses are so soft and rewarding, I just want to feel his lips all over me. I gently stroke his hair back and he smiles into the kiss, holding me closer.
After a few minutes he sits up and starts stroking my throbbing cock that’s wet from all the precum by now.
“Damn, you’re wet.” He says and I let out a moan as he picks up a pace, still holding my legs apart with his.
“You’re a bigger slut than I thought, who gets wet from kisses like that?” He teases me playfully and then goes slower, giving me some agonizing slow strokes and letting his thumb gently torture my tip.
I want to make a snarky comment, but all that comes out of my mouth is a loud whimper. He starts lubing up the fingers of his free hand with some spit and then lets go of my cock with the other, using it to cover my mouth.
“Shhh, we don’t want to wake up my other bitch do we?” He says.
Before I can even think about what he just said he pushes two fingers inside of me. My hole is still stretched from earlier, so it barely hurts but I still squirm in surprise. He curls his fingers and I moan into his hand.
“You like that?” He asks and applies a little more pressure. I nod, desperately wishing for his cock inside of me.
For a while he just fingers me and watches me squirm in unsatisfied lust, before he can’t take it anymore. He lets go of my mouth and supports himself on one hand next to my head while he uses the other one to guide his hard, dripping cock towards my hole.
I press my lips together and try not to moan out loud as he pushes inside, but I’m pretty sure my eyes cross. His dick isn’t huge but more than enough to hit the spot perfectly. It’s like getting the full pleasure with only half the pain. I hold onto his nice, muscular shoulders and try my best to stay quiet, while he thrusts inside me.
His breath is shakey and I can tell that he too is having a hard time suppressing the pleased sounds. He goes slow at first, but as we both get used to the feeling he picks up a pace and goes back to kissing me.
My cock is rubbing against his chest at every other thrust and gives me a slow, unsteady stimulation that drives me crazy. I scratch his back a little and he moans out in surprise. Then he goes harder.
“Y-you’re really good at that.” I pant and feel the heat rush to my face as he smiles at me.
Then he leans his forehead against mine, and because he’s rather short, his cock thrusts deeper inside me than before and I feel him throbbing.
“You feel so good.” He answers and I tilt up my head to feel his lips on mine.
His cock is twitching inside me and I know that he’s getting close, just as I am. I reach between us and start jerking my cock, finally giving myself the satisfaction he’s been teasing me with, and it doesn’t take long before every muscle in my body tenses up and the orgasm washes over me.
Connor notices what’s happening and pushes as deep inside as possible, while I cum on his dick, exploding all over myself with a muffled whimper. My legs shake and he gently strokes my thighs, holding me close to him and making me more comfortable than I’ve ever felt before.
After I let go of myself and try to catch my breath, I notice that he’s about to cum as well. He pounds into me a few more times, before hectically pulling out. I’m prepared to feel him shoot his load onto me, but not prepared for what he actually plans. He climbs on top of me and starts jerking his cock directly over my face. Before I can ask any questions he lets out a groan and I can see his balls twitch, right before he unloads all over my face.
It’s warm and sticky, not exactly the best combination, but somehow it turns me on to have him dominate me like this. I close my eyes and lick up a little bit of the cum that’s flowing over my lips and hear him moan at this sight. Then he gets up, fetches the towel I brought earlier and starts cleaning me up.
We still jump in the shower together and make out some more, just reveling in the feeling of being so close to each other. After we get out and dry off he ruins the moment.
“I better go upstairs and get changed before the others come back, we’ll probably have a lot to prepare for tonight.” He says while drying off his hair. He looks even hotter with slightly wet hair.
I don’t want him to leave. I pull him into a hug and he chuckles, laying his head on my chest and massaging my back with his fingertips. I don’t want to have to miss this.
Then he looks up at me with his beautiful dark eyes.
“You have a hickey on your shoulder you little slut.” He teases me and I smirk.
Then I lean down to give him one last kiss. It feels so intense and sensual, I almost don’t want it to end at all.
Then our gazes meet again and we share a long, deep look, full of chaotic emotion. He gently strokes my hair.
“I can’t say what you want to hear, Tyler.” He whispers in a sad tone.
“I know.” I say.
And so I eventually have to let him go.