Pushing Connor (The Dungeon #4)(5)

But instead of the pain he was waiting for, there was sweetness again. The suede caressed his body in long strokes that threatened his control. Connor replaced the toy with his hand and ran his fingertips along Wesley’s spine. He seemed hot against Wesley’s flesh. The caress trailed down his back, pausing just above his buttocks, before moving down, along his ass crack.

Connor circled the base of the plug, not touching it. “So beautiful.”

The touch was gone. Wesley let go the breath he hadn’t known he was holding. His body remained tense, prepared.

“Lift your ass.”

Wesley thrust his butt out, arching his back.

“Gorgeous.”

Connor caressed the curve of his cheeks, before spanking them. There was no real pain; Connor kept it light. Still, Wesley squirmed when the rippling of muscles shifted the plug, making it press against his prostate.

The blows landed again and again, but none held any force. Yet, Wesley felt each of them down to his core. He pushed back, desperate for more.

“So hot. So beautiful.” Connor’s whisper spurred Wesley on, enhancing the feelings the play evoked.

The mattress dipped when Connor joined him on the bed. The weight of his body on top of Wesley felt amazing. He pressed back against Connor’s groin, begging for more. With each move, his cock rubbed against the sheets, pushing him closer to the edge. He knew that if Connor kept this up, he wouldn’t be able to hold his orgasm.

Connor shifted on top of him. Through the fabric of Connor’s pants, Wesley could feel Connor’s dick pushing into his ass. Connor humped against Wesley, shifting the plug around. It squeezed down on Wesley’s prostate in long, deep thrusts.

Warm lips tickled Wesley’s neck. Wesley arched, pushing back into Connor. Teeth scraped his skin, and goosebumps covered Wesley’s body at the contact. He felt himself leaking, the arousal almost unbearable. He clenched his teeth, fighting to get himself under control. His knuckles whitened around the chains.

Connor tangled his fingers in Wesley’s hair and pulled his head back hard. It hurt, but the pain barely registered, masked by the adrenaline and endorphins coursing through his veins.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“God, yes.” He wanted nothing more.

“To feel my cock in your ass?”

Wesley’s butthole gave an involuntary twitch at the words, clamping down on the plug.

“Yes.” He could barely get the word out. His back was arched, pulled back by Connor’s hold. Through half-closed eyes, he stared blindly ahead, his focus solely inward.

Wesley groaned when Connor’s weight disappeared from on top of him. But before he could voice his protest, Connor was back. He nudged Wesley’s legs further apart and settled between them.

At the first touch of Connor’s fingers on the base of plug, Wesley cried out. Knuckles brushed against his heated skin, as the tips of Connor’s fingers caught the edge of the base. Slowly, the toy was removed. His sphincter, no longer held open, contracted. There was relief in the emptiness it left behind, but it only made him crave more.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes.”

Cool liquid was poured over Wesley’s hole. He clenched, his muscles fighting the cold.

“Hush now, it’s just the lube.”

Wesley didn’t need any stretching, but his entrance was sensitive, and he appreciated the care Connor exhibited when he spread the lubricant around. Connor caressed and massaged Wesley’s sore flesh until his muscles relaxed again. The coolness disappeared, replaced by an unbelievable heat. It wasn’t scorching him but warming him up even more.

Just when Wesley thought he would melt, he felt the tip of Connor’s cock rubbing against his skin. It circled his hole, before pressing against the entrance. It slipped inside, painfully slow. Wesley gasped. He felt himself opening again, stretched to the max. It was too much. Then the head was in, and Connor paused, giving him time to adjust.

God, Connor felt huge.

Wesley breathed through his teeth, overwhelmed. Connor massaged Wesley’s sides in slow circles. At the first touch, Wesley jumped. Then his muscles gave, and he relaxed into the caress.

“That’s it, baby.”

Connor slid all the way in.

“Oh, God.”

Still giving him time to adjust, Connor leaned in, his chest pressed against Wesley’s back. Wesley moaned and pushed back, urging Connor on. Connor sighed, his breath tickling Wesley’s ear, and pulled back, before thrusting in again, picking up the rhythm.

Wesley pulled his knees beneath him and braced himself. Connor pushed up onto his hands. His thrusts became deeper, longer. Connor slid in and out, stretching Wesley even further.

“Oh, yes. Fuck, that’s good.”

Sweat broke out, covering Wesley’s body in a thin layer. Connor shifted, changing his angle.

Wesley gasped as Connor’s cock rubbed his prostate. Pleasure shot through him. His breath hitched. Eyes squeezed shut, Wesley froze. Tension built. He let out a strangled groan, burying his face in the pillow.

“You are not to come,” Connor grunted out. A sharp slap on Wesley’s ass marked the command.

No. He couldn’t wait. Not for a moment longer. Not when Connor was hitting his sweet spot on every stroke and the tip of his cock rubbed the sheet with each powerful thrust. The cotton felt rough against his sensitive skin—abrasive. The touch was too much, and yet not enough.