Page 14 of Concussion Protocol
His hands cup my face, and he brings his mouth to mine. He kisses me long and deep, before he moves his hands to my shoulders and pulls away from my mouth.
He keeps his eyes on me as he lifts himself almost entirely off my cock and then sinks back down. The sound I make is somewhere between a sob and a moan.
At first, it’s all I can do to just hold on and let the feelings wash over me. But the harder and faster Shane bounces on my cock, the more my thighs flex and I push up, meeting him thrust for thrust.
I’m hypnotized by the way Shane’s cock bounces, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum between us. Desperate to taste it, I wrap my hand around the top of his shaft and rub my thumb through the leaking mess. Shane’s breath stutters, and I move my hand, pumping him in time with the way he’s riding my cock.
“Jon!” He calls out, his voice breaking. “I’m gonna?—”
His body stiffens, and his ass clenches down around my cock so tight I think I might lose blood flow. His cock erupts, coating my hand in warmth, and I use it to jerk him faster. Shane throws his head back and arches his body, and I wrap my arm around him to hold him close.
I’m so fucking close. His orgasm almost takes me over the edge with him. But I want to show him I can give as good as I take.
Face buried in his neck, I pull Shane close and flip us over without pulling out of him. With his legs on either side of me and my hands buried in the sheets next to his head, I thrust into him with quick snaps of my hips. When I readjust my knees and lift the small of his back, he cries out violently, his cock giving another spurt that lets me know I’m hitting something just right.
“Oh, God! Yes! More!”
I give him exactly what he wants, thrusting into him harder and faster. Sweat is rolling off us both in rivulets. The headboard is hitting the wall so forcefully, I worry the whole bed may cave in and drop to the floor. The rhythmic thudding is accompanied by incoherent garbled words, guttural moans, and the slapping of my skin against his.
I never want this to end. I never want to stop. But my balls draw up and my toes curl. Pleasure crashes into me.
“So. Fucking. Good,” I growl with each final thrust as my orgasm fills the condom.
I collapse onto my elbows, barely able to keep myself up as another wave of dizziness overtakes me. After several moments of catching my breath, I gather my wits about me and slowly pull out of him.
God, I hope he wants to do this again. And again. And again. Because not only was it the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, but I’d like to have the chance to do it again. Slowly, this time. So I can see everything. To revel in watching my cock disappear inside him. To watch him unravel.
After tying off the condom and dropping it into the trash can next to the bed, I roll on my side. I want nothing more than to live in this floaty, blissed-out headspace forever.
But when I pull Shane closer, he stiffens. Internal panic has me alert.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Shane laughs and shakes his head into the pillow. His reaction helps me relax a little, but not entirely. Does he not like being touched after sex?
“Not a cuddler then?”
He turns on his side, facing me with his head propped in his hand and watching me with a curious, amused expression.
“I guess I’m surprised you are,” he says quietly. “I kind of assumed you might…I don’t know—freak out a little? Or show any signs of discomfort about fucking another dude? Or did you hit your head that hard?”
I think about that for a moment. Maybe he’s right. But it felt right. Everything about this guy feels right. I don’t want to chase him off though, so I keep that to myself.
“Well, I’m cuddly as fuck,” I say instead, and pull him so we’re chest to chest. “But maybe I went about this the wrong way. If I’d ever gotten enough courage to talk to you before, maybe we would have had dinner or something first. I wish it hadn’t takena knock to the head to get me in the right place at the right time. Can I…” I clear my throat. “Will you have dinner with me?”
The oven timer beeps at exactly the right moment. I’d completely forgotten that I had food cooking.
Shane’s eyebrow quirks. “I mean, I was promised lasagna.”
Laughing, I climb off the bed and offer him my hand. He takes it, and I help pull him to standing. Inches apart and completely naked, it’s a good thing my cock is down for the count, because I have the ridiculous urge to clean the smears of cum from his body with my tongue and then do it all over again.
“Go get cleaned up, and I’ll make plates. Then we can make a plan while we eat.”
“A plan?” he asks incredulously.
“Yeah. I’d like to get to know you better, Shane.”
He closes his eyes and groans, but there’s no conviction behind the sound. “I knew you were trouble the moment I walked into that room and saw your bare ass. This is Regina’s fault.”
