ConvenientStrangers by Cara McKenna Read Free Book Online

their mouths reconnected. No—no kissing. After so long with a
near-silent lover, Stephen wanted this man’s mouth free, wanted to hear every
groan and curse and plea it issued.
    He returned the taunt, loosening the military-style clasp of
Adam’s canvas belt, opening his fly. He spread the fabric, liking the bulge
that greeted him, clad in striped, snug cotton briefs. He edged closer,
wrapping his arm around Adam’s side and sliding his knees between Adam’s
thighs. The button of Adam’s jeans teased Stephen’s erection, and he pressed
their cocks together amid the jumble of belts and denim. A couple thrusts of
his hips, a couple strokes of their clothed cocks, and he was rock-hard.
    With Ethan, the comfort of familiarity had soured to pure
boredom in the end, made more rotten by the resentment. The newness of Adam and
the uncertainty of their two bodies together was thrilling. Stephen didn’t know
yet how to touch this man to make him crazy, but he needed to find out. Maybe
he’d even get told. The idea left him panting.
    He wedged an awkward hand between them, lining up their
shafts, stealing a feel of Adam’s erection through his shorts. Adam moaned
against his neck, the sound hotter to Stephen’s ears than the breath steaming
his skin.
    “Feels good,” Adam muttered.
    “Yeah, it does.” Stephen wanted their underwear gone, pushed
down or shed completely or vaporized so he could feel his hot bare skin against
Adam’s, all that friction and the scent that accompanied it. But no need to
rush. He slid his palm around to Adam’s lower back, pushing his jeans down and
sliding his hand inside. He kneaded his firm muscle through the cotton, palmed
his cheeks, drew his fingertips along the cleft.
    Don’t get any ideas , his brain reminded him.
    Fuck that. Nothing wrong with ideas. Nothing at all wrong
with talking about said ideas.
    “Thinking about all the stuff we aren’t going to do,” he
whispered, lips just an inch from Adam’s ear.
    “Like what?”
    He let his fingers roam lower, rubbing between Adam’s
cheeks, and was rewarded with a groan, a fluttering of the hand on his arm.
“About fucking you.”
    After a deep, noisy swallow, Adam muttered, “No harm in
thinking about stuff.”
    “My sentiments exactly. You do anal, right?”
    Adam nodded and Stephen glimpsed pleasurable strain written
all over his handsome face.
    “You like it, or you just open to it?”
    “No, I fucking love it.”
    Stephen smiled, unseen. “Not that we would.”
    “No, definitely not.”
    “Just useful for theorizing.”
    “Theories are good,” Adam concurred, sounding extremely
distracted by Stephen’s caresses.
    “On your back, on your knees?” he asked.
    “Either,” Adam said. “Sometimes I like to be flat on my
stomach, so I can’t touch myself.”
    Stephen conjured the image, Adam’s thighs pinned between his
own, ass ripe and tight, body at his mercy. Still, he craved more from this man
than mere access. “Think I’d like to stroke you while we fucked.”
    “I won’t stop you.” Adam caught himself. “I wouldn’t stop you, I mean. Since we definitely aren’t fucking tonight.”
    “Certainly not. But if we did, maybe I’d take you from
behind, let your cock fuck my fist as you took me in your arse.”
    Adam’s reply was breathy, spacey. “Yeah.”
    “Then on your back, so you can watch me. And let me watch
you, touching yourself.” Let him see everything that’d been relegated to the
dark for so long. “Lemme watch you come,” he added, and brought his palm
forward to stroke Adam’s abs, right where he fantasized such a release would
erupt.
    Jesus, he wanted to suck him. Too fast though. Stephen
didn’t want the fun to end anytime soon. Rebounds were cheap but he’d make this
one last, the rebound to end all others, completely tape over the old footage
of Ethan playing on a loop in his head.
    Slow down.
    He moved his hand, cupping the back of Adam’s head and
kissing him, slow and