Page 33 of Highway To Destiny

Our coats hit the floor. Connor pushed me toward the bed, stepping over the fallen coats. I clicked the desk lamp on to give us some light. He pulled me to him, turned, and backed up against the bed with enough force to make him sit down facing me.

I stood over him with my legs between his, my knees pushed against the mattress. His hands immediately undid my belt, unfastened my jeans, and pulled the zipper down. My cock strained against my black boxer briefs, and he brushed its length with the back of his fingers. I threw my head back at his touch. “Fuuuck,” I let out with a guttural moan.

He pulled my jeans down to my knees and slowly lowered my briefs to meet the denim. My cock sprang free in front of his face, and his heated stare traveled up my body as I took my sweater off. His pupils were dilated when his gaze met mine. He brought his hands up to my nipples, which were erect and hard and pinched them, sending sparks to my cock. He nuzzled his face into my crotch, but his eyes never left mine.

“I like what I see…and I think I know what you want, Daddy,” he growled.

It was almost too much when he grabbed the base of my dick and ran his tongue around the crown. Precum leaked as he tongued the slit, moaning his pleasure and sliding his mouth down the length of my heavily veined shaft. His tongue wrapped under my cock, and I felt the back of his throat. He continued to take me down until his nose was pressed against my trimmed pubic hair. Then he worked his throat muscles and hummed his pleasure.

“JesusfuckingGod!” I cried out. “Connor, you keep…you keep this up, and I’m not going to last long,” I pleaded. He slowly pulled off my cock, sucking hard, and then flicked its underside with his tongue.

“You’re not busting your load yet, Daddy,” he smirked. “I want this lovely piece of meat buried deep in my ass.” Hearing that made me shiver, and goosebumps ran over my body.Shit, he’s going to do me in,as I looked into those eyes.

I pulled him up, my hard cock pressing against his still fully clothed body, and brought my lips to his, running my tongue between them. He opened his mouth and sucked my tongue in. I moaned so deeply I knew he felt the vibration in his chest, and I heard him whimper.

“Take your clothes off,” I ordered. He looked deep into my eyes, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it drop to the side. As he stared at me, I saw his want. His fingers undid the top button of his jeans, and then the sound of his zipper made me look down to see his bulge press against his jockstrap. I stepped back to give him room to kick off his shoes and remove his socks and jeans.

He was a delicious sight. I chuckled as I snapped the waistband of his jock. “You seem to like wearing these things.” He gave me a wicked grin.

“I like to wear them when I’m with you,” he growled.

“Leave ’em on,” I said, slipping my jeans and briefs off and removing my socks, flinging them to the side. We were both naked, save for his black jockstrap, so I pushed him onto the bed, and he gave a small yelp of surprise.

“What do you want?” I asked as he scooted further up. His hard cock strained against the black fabric as he pushed a hand under the waistband to stroke it.

He held my gaze. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me,” he pleaded, stroking himself again.

I’d only experienced anal once, a long time ago with a woman, so I understood the mechanics. It was different, but she enjoyed it. The thought of fucking Connor made my dick twitch with anticipation. I crawled onto the bed and straddled his thighs, seeing his breathing quicken. I grabbed his hips, and in one move, I flipped him on his front, making him grunt.

His almost hairless ass was perfect, and the black straps of his jock framed it. It showed off visible signs of a Speedo tan line that was sexy as hell. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered when I leaned over him. He turned his head to the side but couldn’t quite meet my gaze. Arching his back, he pushed his ass up to meet my cock as it leaked onto his crack. I closed my eyes, and my breath shuddered.

“Put your arms behind your back,” I ordered. He did as he was told, and I grabbed both wrists. I took hold of my cock and ran its head up and down through his crack. His moaning turned to a whimper as he pressed his face into the bedspread.

“Oh fuck…that feels fucking amazing,” he huffed between breaths. “I assume you have supplies?” he asked.

I reached over to the nightstand. I’d already placed the lube and condoms there earlier, hoping we might need them should he come back to the hotel. I snatched them up and tossed them on the bed next to us. Connor smiled.

“I’m not quite ready to slip one on yet,” I said as I grabbed the base of my cock. I continued to run my rock-hard dick up and down his ass crack and felt more of my precum slick his smooth skin. I held his wrists firmly in place. The feeling was intense, and we both moaned as he hiked his butt up to meet the playful sliding of my cock. I held the head of my dick against his demanding hole.

“Mason…please, I need you inside me,” he begged, breathing hard into the pillow.

I released his wrists and picked up the small bottle of lube to coat a finger. I knew I’d need to prep him first. “Get on your knees,” I said. He followed my orders, and I watched him slip his arms under the pillow to brace himself. He offered his ass to me, his hole a perfectly pink orifice, and I stared when I brought my finger to its entrance, causing him to let out a loud moan.

I circled his hole, making it slick, and then pressed my digit into the first ring of muscle. He met my finger, pushing back against my hand. “More!” he barked. I responded by slowly pushing my entire finger into him. He let out a small cry.

“You okay?” I asked. He nodded.

“Don’t be stingy with the lube. It’s been a while,” he said with a breathy laugh.

I gingerly pulled my finger out and poured a generous amount of lube directly on his hole. He shivered slightly at its coldness. I coated a couple more fingers and proceeded to breach him. He whimpered again and instinctively pushed back. I twisted my hand and began to finger fuck him with a steady rhythm.

“Oh, fucking hell…Fuck, fuck. More, give me more,” he begged. I hooked my fingers and found his prostate, massaging that special bundle of nerves. His toes curled, and he bit the pillow, moaning into it. He started to rock back and forth as I twisted my hand in and out of his tight hole. He was insatiable, and I was so turned on as I watched him writhe. I needed his lubed channel hugging my raging erection.

“Daddy, please…I need you inside me now,” he bellowed through the pillow.

“Flip over. I want to look at you as I fuck your tight hole,” I growled. Calling me daddy brought out the aggressive alpha in me, and I knew he liked that. He flipped on his back as soon as I pulled my fingers out. His eyes were hooded with desire, but he kept them on mine. He was my undoing. I couldn’t get enough of the man, and I wanted to own him.

Connor grabbed a second pillow and had me place it under his hips. His hand started to knead his cock through the jockstrap, but he never attempted to take it off. I knew he’d only do that if I commanded him to. I loved the sight of it on him. It was a sexy piece of masculine lingerie, and I thought maybe they could be a new fetish of mine.

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