Good Boy by Megan Lowe

Chapter 29

Iswear my eyes roll back in my head when his mouth wraps around my dick.

“Oh, fuck,” I hiss, my hands going to his head, the short strands of his hair tickling my palms.

“Mmm,” he moans around me, the vibration going straight to my balls.

“Fuck, Cav, baby, that’s so good.”

He takes me deep so I hit the back of his throat, one of his hands rolling my balls around in his palm.

“Oh God,” I moan, my head falling back and hitting the door.

A lot sooner than I’d like, I feel the tingling at the base of my spine.

“Baby, I’m gonna come,” I tell him.

He sucks me deeper, his head bobbing faster, the hand that was playing with my balls moving to my ass. He stops for a second, sucking his finger before tracing my rim.

“Do it,” I tell him.

He chuckles before pushing in.

I moan, but grab his head and direct it to my dick again.

He takes me deep, his finger working its way in and out of me.

It’s not long before I empty myself down his throat.

My knees give out, and I end up on the floor next to him.

“Good?” he asks, a smile on his beautiful lips.

I bring them to mine.

“So good,” I tell him once we break apart.

Once he determines I’ve obviously had enough time to recover he runs a hand up my thigh, over my abs and chest before coming back down to my rapidly hardening dick. “I liked that I could bring you to your knees.”

I chuckle and run a hand through his hair. “You can do a fuckload of a lot more than that.”

“Mmm.”

“What about you?” I ask. “What can I do for you?”

“Anything you want.”

“Anything?” I ask.

He nods, his eyes wide and clear, his face open.

I lean forward and kiss him once, twice, three times. “Can I fuck you?”

His eyes go wide. Despite that, he nods.

“You have a condom? Lube?” I ask. “My wallet’s with my clothes.” I don’t want to tell him I have a feeling that if I open the door, the spell will be broken and he’ll bolt.

“Y-yeah,” he says, clearing his throat. “Over there.”

I rifle through his pants and find his wallet, complete with a condom and two packets of lube. “Bingo,” I say, holding them up, a grin on my face.

I lie back on my side next to him. “Have you done this before?” I ask.

He nods. “Once.”

I kiss him. “We’ll take it slow.”

I open a packet of the lube and spread it over my finger. “Just relax for me,” I tell him, pulling him to me so our cocks rub up against each other.

He moans and throws his head back.

I take the opening, kissing, licking, nipping, sucking while I trace his rim before slowly pushing in.

“Okay?” I ask.

He nods.

Slowly, I push in and pull out, and he gradually relaxes around me.

“That’s it,” I encourage against his neck. “You think you can take another?”

“Yeah,” he pants.

I squeeze some more lube onto my fingers before gently easing them into him.

He grunts, but takes me in. “You good?”

“Feels good,” he tells me.

“Wait until it’s my cock inside you,” I say before kissing him again. “We’re going to be so good, baby, you’ll see.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

I lean back and cup his cheek. “This is one promise I am determined to keep.”

He shakes his head, but I kiss him before he can say anything else. Now’s not the time for that.

“Ready for another?” I ask when we break apart.

He nods. “Yeah, give it to me.”

“I’ll give it to you, all right,” I tell him, once again lubing my fingers up.

“Fuck, yes,” he moans when I ease my way in.

He pushes back on my hand, taking me deeper. I lie there for a moment, watching him, this guarded boy, not allowed to be his true self but so incredibly comfortable with me. I sweep my hand over his face and cup his cheek.

He opens his eyes.

“Hi,” I tell him.

“I want you in me before I blow.”

I chuckle but remove my fingers and slide on the condom. After another generous coating of lube, I position myself at his entrance.

“You ready?” I ask.

He rolls his eyes. “Just do it already.”

His face morphs from impatience to a brief moment of pain, finally to bliss. He rests his head on my shoulder when I’m fully seated inside him.

“Feel good?” I ask.

He nods. “So good.”

I pull out, then push back in again. “How about now?”

A moan is all I get in response.

I chuckle and press a kiss to his forehead as I move.

“Mmm,” he moans. “That feels so good.”

“Didn’t I tell you?” I ask.

He chuckles and looks up at me. “Yeah, you did.”

I flip us so he’s on his back and I’m over him. “Never doubt me,” I order.

“You’re bossy during sex.”

I lean down and give him a quick kiss. “I’m bossy when it comes to you.” I swivel my hips, and his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuck, Con, I’m gonna….”

He reaches for his erection, but I smack his hand away.

“Mine,” I tell him.

He whimpers, but I take pity on him, using the precum gathered at his tip to jack him in time with my thrusts. He’s squeezing the life out of my dick, and I know it won’t be long until—

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he moans as he comes all over my hand and our bodies.

The pure look of bliss on his face does me in, and I come, filling the condom.

“Holy fuck,” I pant as I pull out of him, get rid of the rubber, and collapse on top of him. “That was incredible.” I run my hand over his face again, never wanting to stop touching him. I place a soft kiss on his lips, and I know there’s a goofy smile on my face that can only come from good sex.

“Don’t give me that look,” he says.

“What look?”

He pushes me off him. “The one that says ‘finally.’ There is no finally.”

I sit up. “So this was…?”

“Nothing,” he says, gathering his clothes and getting dressed.

“Bullshit.”

He looks at me as he slides his boxer-briefs back on. “I told you we could never be anything.”

“But that was before.”

“Before what?” he asks. “Nothing’s changed.”

I get up and grab his arm. “Everything’s changed.”

“Just because you had your dick in my ass doesn’t mean shit. The world out there,” he points to the door, “hasn’t magically changed since we’ve been in here.”

“What about the world in here?” I ask. “Has that changed?”

He looks up from zipping up his jeans. “The world in here was never the problem.”

“So we’re just going to pretend like nothing’s happened? Go back to hating each other?”

“I never hated you,” he tells me.

I laugh.

He moves closer to me, then seems to think better of it and moves back. “Seriously, Connor, I never hated you.”

I nod. “Uh-huh, sure.”

“It’s the God’s honest truth. I was afraid of you, afraid of what you made me feel, of what I would do to be with you. Afraid of what would happen when we did eventually give in to what’s between us.”

“Say I don’t believe you.”

He shrugs. “I can’t make you believe anything you don’t want to.”

“Just like I can’t make you believe that what we’ve got here is good?”

He nods as he does up his shirt. “Exactly.”

“So nothing, none of this meant anything to you?”

He looks up, eyes blazing. “I never said that.”

This time when he moves closer to me, he doesn’t stop, pressing himself against me and cupping my face. “This, what we have… had, meant everything to me, but I can’t. We can’t.”

“You mean you won’t.”

He shrugs. “What’s the difference?”

“Can’t is someone preventing you. Won’t is you’re the one who’s in the way.”

“Either way, the outcome’s the same.”

I shake my head. “Fuck’s sake, Cav. Why do this if you knew this wouldn’t change anything? Why play with me, huh?”

“Because I couldn’t help myself!” he yells. “I have watched you, wanted you for weeks, and it was killing me a little more each day. I want to be with you so badly, but there are other factors at work here, and I can’t. Hate me if you want, but it’s no more than I hate myself.”

He leans forward to kiss me, but I push him away.

“You’re a coward,” I say, shaking my head.

He shrugs. “Maybe I am.”

“Okay, say I accept what you’re saying and we can’t be together; does that mean I’m free to be with someone else?”

“I truly do hope you find someone to be with who deserves you.”

“Because you sure as shit don’t.”

He nods.

“So you’d be okay if I went after, say, Thomas?” I ask. “He was pretty keen earlier tonight.”

“I said someone who deserves you.”

“And Thomas doesn’t?”

“Thomas isn’t who you think he is.”

“You weren’t either,” I point out.

He chuckles. “Look how well that turned out.”

“Who are you to decide if someone deserves to be with me or not?” I ask.

He steps closer to me, then again thinks better of it. “I’m just someone who wants the best for you.”

I shake my head. “What if I’ve already found that? What if they don’t want me?”

“Then they’re not best for you. The person you’re meant to be with will move heaven and earth just to get to you.”

“Just go,” I tell him, my shoulders slumping, back turned.

“I really am sorry,” he tells me before unlocking the door and leaving me yet again.