Page 50 of Highway To Destiny

The ocean breeze had picked up, dropping the air temperature, not uncomfortably but enough to think about retreating inside. I asked Connor if he was cold, and he shook his head. I reached over and grabbed the back cushion of my chair, putting it under my bony knees on the deck so I could remain behind him in an embrace. I took in his citrus scent, inhaling deeply from the nape of his neck.

Connor hadn’t said anything for a while, then asked, “Do you miss her?”

He knew the condo was the home I’d shared with Claudia for almost ten years, but I froze, surprised he had brought her up. “At certain times, yes, but as the years pass, I don’t think about her here as much.”

“Do you think it bothers her that I’m here?”

His question threw me, and I wasn’t sure how to answer. I could tell he knew I was thinking about how to respond, so he sat quietly and waited.

“My gut tells me no,” I replied, then placed my chin on his shoulder. “May I ask why you’re bringing Claudia up tonight?”

“It was the home you shared. I don’t know—for some weird reason, I feel like I’m intruding.”

I moved from the back of his chair on my knees to his side, and he brought his eyes to mine. “Babe, you’renotintruding. I invited you here to share this part of my life with you. To show you my life isn’t all about making deliveries and driving up and down the coast.” I could see in his eyes he felt I was sincere, and he gave a timid smile.

I wanted to tell him more. I wanted to tell him I’d like him to be a much bigger part of my life, but I kept that thought to myself. I wasn’t sure what our future looked like yet, but I knew it had come to a point where I never wanted to let him go.

Connor seemed satisfied with my answer and looked at me longingly as I took his face in my hands and brushed my lips against his. He deepened the kiss and sought out my tongue with his. It was tender and passionate. I stood and led him in. The bedroom was calling, and I wanted to make sure he had no doubts about me wanting him in my home.

Perhaps, just maybe, we were heading down the right path, and our red string was tightening.

32

CONNOR

Mason led me down the hall into his master suite. He stood in front of me at the end of the bed and pulled our T-shirts over our heads. Our skin grazed when he stepped closer, and I felt the heat from his body and noted his leather and sandalwood scent. I tenderly rubbed his erect nipples with my fingers, and he gave a throaty groan as he tipped his head back. Tonight, I wanted to take care of him even though he brought us to the bedroom.

I reached up and wrapped my hand around his throat, feeling the vibration of his moans. He looked down at me as I trailed my hand up to the side of his jaw. My other hand found his hip and slowly moved it to the growing bulge in his jeans. I used my palm to massage the shaft as I felt it come to life. His breath shuddered, and his hands wrapped around my ass.

I leaned back. “That’s not yours tonight,” I responded with conviction. “Tonight, it’s my turn to play.” Mason’s eyes went wide, partially out of fear and the rest from surprise.

“Uh, okay,” he said with some confusion.

I commanded him to take off my clothes slowly. I didn’t have to ask twice. He stood in front of me when he was done, and my hands went to the top button of his jeans. I flicked the button open and took his zipper down, noticing the prominent bulge revealed through his open fly. My index fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxer briefs, and I ran my hands back and forth across his hips. Goosebumps appeared on his arms, and I pulled his briefs and jeans down to his thighs, blowing a warm breath over his leaking cock when I bent over. I told him to strip.

“On your back, Daddy!” I said, pointing to the bed. Mason did as he was told—he grinned and scooted up to rest his head on the pillows. I’d placed lube on the nightstand earlier and retrieved it before I sat on the bed with him. Our eyes never left each other when I crawled over his body—our cocks were hard, and we rutted together. I nuzzled his neck, and he groaned with pleasure when I sucked a bruise by his collarbone.

I lifted up and kissed my way down to his pecs. I knew they were a hot zone for him, and I took my time licking and sucking on his hardened nipples. I felt his cock jump when I bit down and suckled one of them, and he smeared my stomach with precum. I continued down his torso and laid my cheek against his hard cock. I took in his musky scent and licked at the slit of his cock, continuing to pinch and rub his nipples.

“Oh fuck, babe,” he moaned, followed by a deep inhale. I knew how much he loved my cock sucking ability, and he shivered with excitement. I wasn’t going to get him off just yet, but I needed him down my throat for my own selfish want. I wrapped my lips around his crown and slowly pushed myself down to take him deep in my throat.

Mason groaned as I sucked. “Ahhh, fuck!” he shouted, pushing his head back into the pillow. I let out a growling moan as I took his cock deeper into my hungry throat and pressed my nose into his trimmed pubes. His ass cheeks tightened, then he grabbed my hair. He bent his knees, and my head was cocooned between his thighs. I knew my next move would be easy with our current position.

I released his cock with a pop and got on my knees. His head shot up, surprised by my sudden move, but I resisted the urge to look at him. I took hold of the back of his upper thighs and pushed his ass up to meet my smiling face. I buried my mouth in his musky hole and pushed my tongue as deep as I could. I didn’t hold back. I wanted him to know I was in control. There would be no slow approach to what I wanted to do.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped, again throwing his head back. His cock dripped precum onto his chest and stomach. My dick was achingly hard, slick with precum, so I reached down to stroke it. I pressed my chest against his lower back to keep him in position as I dined on his hole.

Mason was breathing heavily, and I continued to push and shake my head aggressively into his ass. I loved rimming ass, and I promised myself I’d do it every chance I had with this man. I hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, and I knew my stubble added a bristly sensation across the tender skin between his cheeks. It was like scratching an itch you could finally reach.

I didn’t want to stop, but I needed air. I kissed his hole, sat back on my haunches, and breathed heavily. Mason was in another world, almost not present, and it was gratifying to see his euphoria. I knew he’d experienced ass play before with women, but I was a man, a completely different level of mental and physical pleasure.

Balancing his ass in the air with one hand, I flicked the bottle of lube open with the other. I didn’t plan to fuck my trucker top, at least not tonight, but I wanted to feel his silky insides with my fingers. He reached around and grabbed his legs on my instruction, and I coated a couple of my fingers with the lube. I swiped them over his hole, which made his breath hitch at the sudden cold.

I could sense his ambivalence about taking a dick up the ass for the first time. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Daddy, but you’ll like what I’m about to do,” I said with a grin. He nodded, and I could see the relief in his smile. He lay there naked and exposed with anticipation. I loved the sight.

I took one finger, circled his hole slowly, and teased the entrance with little pushes in and out. I saw his breath even out, and he soon relaxed into what I was doing. With each push, I twisted my finger a little deeper. Before too long, he’d relaxed enough that I was able to push my finger in all the way. Mason whimpered at first but then begged for more. I added a second finger gently and hooked it against his nerve bundle, twisting and stroking. I almost had him where I wanted him.

“Whoa…tha…that’s it, right there,” he panted out. I felt him tighten his sphincter around my digits in response.

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