Nobody's Son (24 page)

Con eventually moved his mouth away from Shaun’s, working his way down his neck and chest to tongue at his nipples. He started to continue toward points south, but Shaun stopped him, tugging at the back of Con’s neck to bring him back up.

“Not now,” he murmured when their gazes met. “Too close already. Want to feel you inside me when I come.”

“Jesus.” Con lowered his forehead to rest against Shaun’s stomach for a few moments, then lifted his head and gave Shaun an endearing, lopsided grin. “Had no idea just how close I was until you said that. Almost made it a moot point. That’s probably the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me in bed.”

Some of the nervous energy drained out of Shaun at that. He’d known all along that Con was much more experienced than him, and he thought he’d gotten past the idea that he might not be good enough in bed. Hearing Con admit to just how Shaun affected him lifted a weight off Shaun. He smiled and lifted his head to press a quick kiss to Con’s swollen lips.

“Fuck me,” he murmured into Con’s mouth. “Wanna feel that cock deep inside.”

Con shuddered and then nipped at Shaun’s bottom lip. “You’re gonna feel it, all right,” he murmured back. “All night tonight and all day tomorrow.”

Shaun grinned wider. “Stop talkin’ and start doin’… me.”

“Oh, that was bad.” Con kissed him again anyway. “Hold your horses just a second….”

He crawled off Shaun and to the side of the bed before turning back around with a condom in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. His cock jutted out from his body, hard and ready, and Shaun’s mouth went dry from a lethal mix of nerves and anticipation.
It’s gonna hurt
, he thought,
but I want it anyway
.

Yeah. And he wanted it
now
.

He reached for Con’s cock with one hand and his own with the other. “Get over here and get into me,” he growled.

He felt the shudder that ran through Con, and then the condom landed on his stomach. “Open that up while I open
you
up.”

Shaun’s hands shook when he reached for the packet, but he spread his legs anyway so Con could crawl between them. The play of muscles bunching and flexing under Con’s bare skin mesmerized him, and he watched in a daze as Con wetted his fingers with lube and reached toward Shaun’s body.

“Ahhhhh.” Shaun let his legs fall open wider when Con’s fingers breached him. Even after nearly a month and half, this still felt brand new every time, the way Con touched him, gentle but firm. His few fumbling encounters before Con had never been like this. Never with someone who knew him the way Con did, inside and out.

And now Con would know him in one more way.

Shaun knew Con too. He knew Con would’ve taken his time, worked him open until he couldn’t wait another second before fucking him. But Shaun also knew how to change the game plan.

He held out the condom. “Quick dicking around,” he rasped, “and get your dick inside me.”

The shudder that ran through Con set off an echo of the same in Shaun. He smiled, and Con held his gaze for a long moment before nodding and reaching for the condom.

“Gonna go as slow as I can,” he said as he rolled the latex into place.

Shaun groped in the sheets until he came up with the bottle of lube. “Just get nice and slick and go for it. I don’t even care if it hurts.”

Con grunted but grabbed the lube. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Shaun spread his legs and reached down to grip his throbbing cock. “Maybe I’ll like it that way.”

The way Con’s eyes widened was almost comical, but Shaun didn’t have time to laugh. Con tossed aside the lube and grabbed Shaun’s legs, hooking his ankles up over Con’s shoulders. “Only one way to find out,” he growled.

And then he pushed inside, and it was all Shaun could do not to scream. It hurt like
fucking hell
at first, but then Con pushed in farther, and it started feeling good too. When the large head of Con’s dick slid over Shaun’s prostate, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

“Oh God,” he groaned, reaching out with both hands to touch any part of Con he could. “Oh
God
.”

Con chuckled roughly. “Those sound like good
oh Gods
.”

“The best.” Shaun sucked in a breath and then blew it out. “So full. Jesus. Never had any idea….”

He felt Con’s hips touch his ass and realize he was all the way in. Con moved minutely, tiny little flexes of his pelvis, and Shaun groaned as shockwaves of sensation shot out along every nerve. The pain was still there but distant, like the lingering rumbles of a retreating thunderstorm.

“Kinda like touching a live wire?” Con asked, voice raw, and Shaun nodded.

“Kinda exactly.” Con moved again, and Shaun yelped. “Fuck!” He groaned and let his hands fall to the mattress, where he twisted his fingers into the sheets. “Feels like I’m gonna fall apart.”

“That’s the idea.” Con stopped then, buried to the hilt, and leaned forward, planting his hands on the mattress on either side of Shaun. He gave Shaun a fiery grin. “Hang on to your dick, babe, ’cause it’s about to get really good.”

He shifted his knees, moving them closer to Shaun, and then leaned back, lifting his hands to hold on to Shaun’s legs. He pulled out slowly, so slowly it left Shaun shivering, and then, before Shaun could take a breath, he thrust back in. He set a punishing rhythm that didn’t give Shaun a chance to do anything but writhe and moan and enjoy every single second of it.

Con fucked him like that steadily for God knew how long before he paused and shifted both of Shaun’s legs onto his left shoulder. Shaun could feel the difference when Con started moving again, his hole tighter with his legs together. He hadn’t thought Con’s cock could feel better inside him, but this new position proved him wrong. He felt every moment, every long slide in and out, every firm brush over his prostate. Especially every firm brush over his prostate, because just a few more of those, and….

“Touch yourself.”

Shaun snapped out of his haze of arousal at Con’s words. He looked down at his cock, hard and red and begging for a hand to finish it off.

“Touch yourself,” Con repeated. “I don’t have a hand to spare.”

He changed positions then, draping Shaun’s legs over his elbows and leaning forward to plant his hands on the mattress again. “Not gonna last long,” he growled. “Wanna feel you come first.”

Shaun’s brain finally caught up, and he reached for his dick, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and groaning at the spike in sensation. “Not… long… either,” he ground out between clenched teeth as he started to stroke, and when Con snapped his hips again, Shaun gave up fighting his body. He tightened his grip around the head of his cock and jerked himself hard and fast, feeling his climax well up like a fountain.

“Come!” Con’s demand drove Shaun over the edge, and he let out a shout of his own as the pleasure shot through him. Con vibrated above him, a stream of garbled sounds pouring from his mouth, and Shaun had no idea if it was even possible, but he swore he could feel his come hitting the inside of the latex.

He gasped and fell against the mattress, all of his muscles going suddenly lax as the last remnants of pleasure rushed through him. Con followed him down, catching himself on his forearms, still buried deep inside.

“God.” Con kissed him, hard and deep, and Shaun groaned and opened to let him in. Con’s cock twitched, and Shaun’s body tightened down automatically, which made Con jerk again and drove a groan from his mouth, breaking their kiss.

“Holy shit.” Con took a few harsh breaths and then pushed back, reaching down to hold the condom in place while he withdrew. Shaun whimpered from overstimulation and not a little residual pain, but after a moment, Con rubbed his fingers gently over his hole, soothing the stretched muscles. Shaun sighed and melted into the bed, sleep rising up to claim him.

“Hey.” Con’s voice pulled him back from the edge, and he opened his eyes to find Con smiling down at him. “In case I haven’t said so lately,” Con told him, “I kinda love you.”

Shaun smiled. “Love you too,” he murmured, and then he let the waves take him, knowing Con would be with him all the way.

Sons: Book One

Five years ago, Evan Day lost his lover in the Afghan sand, and in the fallout, he lost his military career and his family. With help from friends, he reinvented himself as porn star Trevor Hardball, but his scars are hidden, not healed. When Riley Yeats falls into Evan’s lap in a bar, he awakens a part of Evan he’d thought was dead and gone. Evan’s fascinated by the blond and twinky Riley, even though he’s the opposite of Evan’s usual type.

Then Evan’s family reappears in his life, and Evan soon learns Riley has his own family-inflicted wounds—ones that make it hard for him to be there for Evan. A disastrous confrontation between Evan and his parents leaves Evan’s mother injured and Evan overcome by anger and fear. Losing his tenuous hold on his emotional control, Evan makes one bad decision after another, but maybe his final fall will be the wake-up call Evan needs to set things right—with his parents, and with Riley.

Sequel to
Unfortunate Son

Sons: Book Two

After his move to Atlanta and away from the influence of his conservative parents, Mikey O’Malley finally feels free to be himself: art student, aspiring animator, and out gay man. He has friends, a new job, and not one, but two men interested in him. Cory Lassiter and Jimmy Black have been a happy couple for years, occasionally bringing a twink into their bed, but only for a brief roll in the hay. When Mikey meets the pair, the attraction is immediate, and it runs three ways. Mikey just can’t believe they’d have room in their lives for a permanent addition.

When Mikey’s newfound life is shattered by a lawsuit that accuses him of molesting a child years earlier, he’s determined to face his troubles on his own, but Cory and Jimmy are just as determined that he not have to go it alone. To reconcile his need for independence and his desire for love, Mikey has to learn that being a man isn’t just about standing on your own two feet. It’s about letting yourself lean on the ones who love you.

Marshall Ramirez isn’t looking to fall in love, but from the moment firefighter Brad Flannery walks through the doors of Marsh’s veterinary clinic, he’s smitten. Marsh treats Fuego, the cat Brad rescued from a house fire, and convinces Brad to take her on as a foster—along with the three kittens Marsh helps her deliver. What Marsh really wants, though, is for Brad to keep him too.