“Con?” I asked in confusion.
“Hold on to me, sweetheart,” Con murmured in response though I had no idea how he knew what was going on with me when I didn’t. But I did what he said and wrapped my arms around his neck, my cast at an awkward angle. His arms tightened around me and then he was pressing me against the tree, though his arms took the brunt of the pressure.
When Con next kissed me, it was slower and heavier. It felt like he was drawing something out of me and whenever he pulled back from the kiss, I found myself following so I could reinitiate the contact. My instincts finally kicked in and took over and I began to match Con kiss for kiss. But when his tongue flitted over my lips, I jumped in surprise. He kept up the contact and as soon as I began kissing him back again, he did the same thing. This time I was ready for it and by the third stroke of his tongue over my lips, I automatically opened for him so I could see what it felt like.
It was heaven.
Absolute heaven.
I sighed as Con eased his tongue into my mouth and slid it along mine. Heat fired up my spine and my groin grew impossibly tight as all the blood in my body seemed to rush south. I understood what was happening because I’d jerked myself off many times but never in a million years would I have guessed that a kiss could do what only my hand had been able to in the past.
“Con,” I cried when he broke the kiss so we could both catch our breaths. My need was quickly spiraling out of control and I was afraid of it. Getting myself off had always been this simple thing, a biological need just like eating or sleeping. It hadn’t consumed me like this.
“Do you trust me, baby?” Con asked between heavy, drugging kisses that left me feeling light-headed. I began grinding my hips in the hopes of easing some of the pressure in my dick.
I nodded because I didn’t have the ability to form actual words.
Con’s mouth slammed down on mine. His tongue licked over every surface before dancing with mine, but that wasn’t all. His hands were on the move too. One ended up pressed against my ass, the other curled around my neck. I cried out when his hard cock pressed against mine through the fabric of our clothing. Tears pricked my eyes as Con began grinding against me. Spikes of energy began to fire throughout my body as the coil of need inside of me began to get tighter and tighter.
“Please,” I croaked, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to continue or to finish it and give me the relief I needed. He felt so good in my arms that I never wanted it to stop but the sensations cascading throughout my body were scaring the shit out of me.
Con’s response was to press me back against the tree. He dropped his hand from my ass and grabbed my leg and began lifting me. I understood what he wanted and used the tree behind me as leverage to lift my hips so I could wrap my legs around him. As soon as I did, Con’s hands gripped my face so he could hold me still for the drugging kisses that just kept driving me higher and higher.
And his hips. God, those just kept grinding against me. The friction against my own cock was agonizing in the best way.
“Fuck yes, baby, ride me,” Con growled against my lips. “So beautiful,” he added, then he was tearing his mouth from mine and looking down between us. My body had separated from my mind and was going on pure instinct. I didn’t recognize myself as I ground my hips against Con’s.
I was sure it couldn’t get any better, but then Con was reaching his hand between our bodies and within seconds, he had both our zippers down and our shafts pressed together. His hot flesh against mine had me crying out as my would-be orgasm rode that final plane between rising and falling. I heard Con spit and saw a thick glob of saliva land in his hand right before he wrapped it around both our shafts. I gripped his shoulders hard as he began jerking us off together.
“Con!” I shouted as he worked us both. I was so close. So fucking close. I needed… I needed…
“Look at me,” Con demanded. Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t deny the order. I opened my eyes and was met by deep, coffee-colored ones that were mere inches from mine. Con kissed me softly even as the pace of his hand on our dicks increased. “Micah,” he breathed against my mouth. “My Micah.”