Cherry Pie by Samantha Kane

was a firm mouthful, not too little and not too big. He kept his hips still, letting John do the work, letting John take control. John had almost never been in control with Steve.
    Every once in a while Connor let out a little sound from the back of his throat, deep and harsh. John loved that sound. Loved that he made Connor talk like that, made him lose control. He could hear Connor’s breath going in and out, hard and fast. He slid his hand down and caressed Connor’s balls, the hair soft on his fingertips. He cupped them, and Connor whimpered, so quiet he almost missed the sound. He smiled around the cock in his mouth and took him deep again.
    “Johnny, I’m not gonna last much longer,” Connor whispered. There was just a hint of panic in his voice. “I’m sorry, but it feels so damn good. If you don’t want me to come, you better stop right now.”
    John’s response was to swallow around Connor’s cock in his throat.
    “Jesus,” Connor cried out, his hips bucking slightly.
    John continued to do it, over and over, pausing to take a breath and then starting again. He could feel Connor’s cock go rigid and start pulsing, just moments before he tasted his cum on the back of his tongue. He continued to swallow as Connor curled up slightly and his hips and cock jerked. One hand came down on John’s shoulder, gripping it tight.
    When it was over Connor lowered himself to the bed and ran his hands through his sweat-soaked hair. “Jesus, Johnny,” he whispered. “That was fuckin’ amazing.” The heavy accent that turned John on was back.
    John laughed slightly as he wiped the side of his mouth with his thumb. “I’m pretty good at it, yeah,” he said without shame.
    Connor laughed weakly. “That is the understatement of the day.”
    John crawled on top of him, framing him with his knees and hands, the open sides of his pink shirt falling around him, cocooning them. He stared down at Connor. But Connor wasn’t looking at him. He was looking over at his left arm. Connor reached over and wrapped his hand around John’s left wrist. He circled John’s watch with his fingers and then ran his hand up John’s forearm.
    “You gonna fuck me now, Johnny?” he whispered, still looking at his arm, toying with his watchband.
    “Yeah. Yeah, I am,” John whispered back.
    Connor looked at him then. “Face-to-face?”
    John nodded. “Face-to-face.”
    Connor grinned his little lopsided grin and, with a hand wrapped around John’s nape, pulled him down for a kiss.

Chapter Fourteen
     
    Conn lay over John’s back, still inside him, still breathing heavily. His world was still rocking. The past night had been, without a doubt, the best sex he’d ever had in his life. He slid his hand under John’s shoulder and rubbed his nose in his gorgeous hair. The sunlight glinted off the gray in the dark strands. John smelled like sex. And money. Conn had been around enough to know when a man’s scent was expensive. He shook his head slightly. This guy was so far out of his league it was a joke, the two of them together.
    John’s hand covered his. It was such a simple little gesture. But it caught Conn off guard. There was feeling behind it. Conn had never been with a guy he had feelings for or who cared for him. It was different. It was, as corny as it sounded, better. He kissed the side of John’s head.
    “You’re as good at that as you are on the bottom,” John murmured with a breathless little laugh. “And I honest to God didn’t think that was possible.”
    Conn felt a little thrill of pride. He nipped John’s earlobe. “I can be whatever you want me to be.”
    “Uh-uh,” John declined vehemently. “Oh no.” He rolled over, forcing Conn to come up onto his hands and knees. John poked him in the chest. “When we fuck, you better be who and what you want. Don’t put that on me. Don’t say it’s all for me.”
    Conn grabbed his finger. “Relax, Johnny. I just meant that I like it all, so whatever you’re