Page 47 of Strawberry Kisses

“Of course. I might just get you a tiny bit dirtier first.” He winked then stood on tiptoes to ghost his lips over mine. “I do love getting you dirty.” Connor’s mouth was firm and demanding, and I melted into his touch. Whatever he wanted he could have. I just couldn’t promise it would last long. I was really hoping I’d be able to develop some stamina at some point.

“Yes. Whatever you want.” My arms wrapped around him, pulling him as close to me as possible.

“Good. I like getting what I want.”

“I like… I like giving you that.” God, why were words so hard?

“Good boy.” Connor’s voice was smooth as silk and rich as ganache. How was it that two words could undo me from the inside out? He kissed me again and again, his fingers roaming across my body. I held onto him tightly, convinced I wouldn’t be able to stand by myself if I suddenly let go. Connor was the only thing holding me in place.

I gasped into his mouth as his hand slid in between our bodies and wrapped around our cocks. His grip was tight but so fucking perfect, and I moaned loudly as he began to jerk us slowly, the friction driving me insane.

“Shhh, baby. You have to be quiet. You don’t want someone to hear, do you?”

“No?” I thought that was the right answer. I wasn’t convinced I’d understood the question. Something about being quiet.

“Exactly, so you need to be quiet. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes… I-I-I can be. I can be quiet.”

“Good.” I bit my lip to muffle the moan that was threatening to escape me as Connor twisted his hand over the slick head of my cock. My body was burning, and I could already feel my orgasm building low in my spine, threatening to overwhelm me at any second.

“Don’t come,” Connor said, his voice suddenly firmer. My dick throbbed in his hand. “I want to get my mouth on you first. Would you like that?”

“P-please. Please, Connor. Yes. I… I want that.”

“Say it for me, baby. I want to hear you say it.”

“Please, Connor. Please will you suck my cock?”

“Of course.” Connor kissed me one last time then sank to his knees in front of me. I let out a whimper at the sight. It was everything I’d ever dreamt of and more. He smiled up at me, the ultimate picture of seduction. “You asked so nicely after all.”

I gasped as his lips wrapped around the head of my cock, sucking it gently and teasing the slit with his tongue. My hands balled into fists by my side. I wanted to reach out and grab him and tangle my fingers in his wet hair, but I wasn’t sure whether that would be rude or not.

“You can touch me,” Connor said, once again reading my mind. He pressed kisses down my shaft, wrapping his fingers around the base and squeezing just hard enough to stave off my impending orgasm. “It’s okay. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

Another groan slipped from my lips as he took me into his mouth again. I tried desperately to register what he was doing with his mouth so I could try it on him later, but it was hopeless. I was never going to remember anything more than the sensation of pure bliss. One hand stretched out, tentatively reaching for his hair. Connor moaned around me as I buried my fingers in the wet strands, tugging them gently. Okay, that was a good thing. I should try to remember that.

Then Connor swallowed around me and any semblance of thought I’d been clutching vanished. I gripped Connor’s hair, trying to keep a foothold in reality as he took me apart with his mouth.

“C-Connor,” I moaned. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had a vague recollection that it was polite to let your partner know you were close, but I couldn’t form any other words. All I could manage was Connor’s name, chanted over and over like a litany. “Connor…”

Connor’s mouth tightened around my cock, his hands reaching around to squeeze my ass. One finger slid down my crack and brushed over my hole. And that was it. My balls tightened, and I slammed my spare hand across my mouth to muffle the sound as I cried out and came down his throat. Connor swallowed my cum, massaging my cock with his tongue and drawing my pleasure out until I felt utterly boneless.

I glanced down and watched as Connor released my softening cock, placing a last kiss to the sensitive tip. He grinned at me and casually rose to his feet. He was still hard, and I clumsily reached for him because I didn’t want him to think I was selfish.

“Don’t worry, babe,” he said, stepping close to me and kissing me. I could taste myself on his tongue. He moaned softly against my lips. “You taste so good. Loved having your cock in my mouth. Did you like it?”

“Y-yeah.” I nodded. “Thank you.”

“So polite for me, saying thank you.” He groaned. “Want me to come all over you again? Paint you with my cum?”

“Please.”

“Good boy.” Connor groaned again, and I heard his hand moving faster. God, I wanted to touch him, but my mind still felt disconnected from my whole body like it wasn’t quite mine. Connor grunted and stilled, and I felt his cum splattering my skin. It felt almost possessive, like he was making me his, even though I knew I was only projecting. I wanted to be his more than anything.

The water continued to fall around us, slowly growing cooler. Eventually we moved, washed ourselves quickly, and exchanged soft, lazy kisses whenever we got even vaguely close to each other. By the time we got back to our room, exhaustion hung heavy in my bones. I climbed into bed and opened my arms to Connor, who buried into my side with a little sigh, and I was asleep before I’d had a chance to even consider what all of this might mean.

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