Smearing the rest of the lube over the condom, I withdrew my fingers and lined myself up, then began to push inside.
4
Jude
Ibreathed through the burn, pressing my palms flat against the cool, pitted surface of the wall, and braced myself as Conan gripped my hips and began to ease his length inside me. I’d been experimenting with fingers and dildos for months, in preparation for this eventuality, but now it was happening in this unplanned moment, it seemed unreal. Conan’s dick felt so different from a dildo, too, all hot and hard yet soft, throbbing as it filled me fuller than anything ever had before. He wasn’t gentle, immediately withdrawing to thrust back in again, and I gritted my teeth as I pushed back on him, knowing the burn would turn to a more pleasurable ache. I hoped. It wasn’t as if I was going to tell him this was my first time with a man. Based on my impression of him so far, it would probably send him running.
Concentrating on taking deep, steady breaths, I let my body relax, getting used to the intrusion. When one of Conan’s hands left my side to curl around my flagging cock, his thumb sliding over the tip, I groaned, hearing him exhale harshly behind me. He thumbed the head, spreading the wetness around, and my cock responded immediately, a hot burst of pleasure coursing through me as I became fully hard again in his firm grip.
“That’s it,” he murmured, curving his body over mine, his hot breath skimming over my nape. “Gonna make you come so fucking hard.”
Fucking hell, his words in that low rasp, his hand working over my dick, and the angle he was thrusting at—yeah. I was gonna come. I was gonna come so fucking hard.
“More,” I hissed, and he obliged by thrusting again, more savagely this time, until he’d set up a brutal pace, his grip on my cock just the right side of tight, the sound of our movements mingling with those of the other shadowy outlines somewhere else in this place, grunts and pants and moans echoing around me in a feedback loop that pulled me closer and closer to the edge. This was nothing like I’d imagined my first time with another man would be, and I’d never even dreamed it would happen in such a public place, no matter how dark the setting. But somehow, it was really, really doing it for me.
Or maybe it was the man fucking me hard and fast with a tight, possessive grip, his hips stuttering and his harsh pants turning into a drawn-out groan in my ear as he unloaded himself inside me.
“Fuuuuck,” he growled, and that one word, combined with another sweep of his thumb over my leaking cockhead, pushed me over the edge. Ropes of cum shot from my cock, probably striping the wall in front of me and soaking Conan’s hand. I staggered forwards, Conan moving with me, leaning my entire forearm against the wall so I could press my forehead against it as my heart beat out of my chest and my legs shook with adrenaline.
“Wow,” I managed eventually. “That was…surprising.”
Conan huffed out a sound that might have been amusement before his body heat disappeared from my back. I felt a sudden emptiness as he eased himself out of me, followed by the metal snick of a zipper.
“Thanks, British,” he murmured, and then I was left alone, again, slumped against the wall in the dark.
It took me a minute to work out where I was when I woke in an unfamiliar bed.
A minute of blissful ignorance.
Then the events of yesterday came flooding back in vivid detail. My flight to Calgary, the festival, the club, Conan’s hands on my body, Conan’s dick. Fuck. The way he’d made me feel things I’d never experienced before…
Had that really happened, or had it been a strange fever dream my jet-lagged brain had come up with?
“Fucking hell,” I muttered, wincing as I rolled onto my back. Okay. It hadn’t been a dream. My body ached in unfamiliar places, a physical reminder of last night. Not only had I sucked my first-ever dick, but I’d been fucked with that very same dick for the very first time, by a man in a dark corner of a club, a continent away from my home. And he’d been a complete stranger. A stranger who’d left me breathless and fucking trembling against the wall, my head spinning as I tried to process everything we’d just done.
I should probably feel used, but instead, all I could think about was how his voice had sounded when he’d growled in my ear, how his hands had felt on my body, how completely he’d taken control of the situation and made me feel things I’d never imagined. I wished more than anything that I’d seen him properly. To take a good look at his features, to memorise them, to ensure I’d never forget what had happened. Even now, even though I knew there had been nothing more between us than a one-off opportunity, I wanted to see him again.
I groaned, rubbing my hand across my face. There was no point in thinking about what might have been. I needed to concentrate on what was important.
Grabbing my phone from the bedside table, I blinked at the screen until my tired eyes focused. It was almost nine in the morning, and as yet, I hadn’t received any more messages from Brayden. Perfect. My plan to surprise him with breakfast was still on, and it was the excuse I needed to get out of my own head and focus on something else.
After a quick shower, where I gingerly focused on the parts of my body that ached the most—namely, my ass, a constant reminder of how Conan had fucked me hard and fast—I threw on some jeans and a navy T-shirt, then headed down to the hotel lobby. The concierge informed me that the rental car I’d asked Rory to arrange for me was waiting in the car park. I was a little wary of driving on the wrong side of the road, but having my own wheels would be easier than relying on taxis.
I programmed Brayden’s address into the SUV’s satnav, then added a stop at a local coffee shop the concierge had recommended. When I reached the coffee shop, I went a bit overboard with the number of breakfast items I ordered, but I figured that my brother could use the extra sustenance during playoff season.
The drive to Brayden’s house took me from downtown Calgary into a more residential area lined with trees. All the houses were different from each other, and everything seemed so spacious compared to the part of London I lived in. I could see why my brother loved it here.
When the satnav told me I’d reached my destination, I indicated to pull into the large driveway and came to a stop behind a black Mercedes GLC. Turning off the engine, I took a moment to study Brayden’s large, detached house throughthe windscreen. I’d seen it in photos, but it was even more impressive in real life.
Gathering the paper bags full of food, I exited the SUV, my heart rate kicking up with anticipation as I made my way to his front door. It had been far too long since I’d seen Brayden in person, and the excitement of finally surprising him was almost enough to push the thoughts of Conan to the back of my mind.
Almost.
Shifting on my feet, I pressed the doorbell and then knocked for good measure. Finally, the door swung open to reveal my brother in joggers and a Calgary Bobcats T-shirt, looking like he’d just woken up, with his hair all messy and his eyes half-closed.
He immediately went from half-asleep to wide awake, his mouth falling open as he stared at me. “What the fu—Jude? Bloody hell, what are you doing here?”
“Bringing you breakfast.” I grinned at his shocked expression. If only I’d thought to take a photo. “By the way, I hope you’re hungry because I might’ve gone a bit overboard when I was ordering.”
