Connor's Achilles (Fast and Loud #1)

by S. L. Perrine

  Once I made it back, Connor was dressed and had discharge papers in hand. “That was fast.”

  “Yeah, well I may have sped up the process by telling them I leaked info online about being discharged later today. So, if we hurry, we can make a clean getaway.” His smile was so big it lit up the room, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down to capture his lips with mine. It was the first time since he’d been admitted that I kissed him, giving him everything in me. I missed the feel of his lips on mine and just seeing his smile made my body react. “I guess I did a good thing,” he said when I broke the kiss for air.

  “No, I’m just happy to see that smile on your face again. You had me so worried that I lost you when I just got you back.”

  “Not happening. Besides, I’ve yet to get to spend two weeks with you at my place in an attempt to seduce you into staying with me,” Connor looked down at his lap and grabbed the crutches beside his bed.

  “Is that what you were planning?”

  “Maybe. I guess we will never know.”

  “You’re right. Because right now I’m taking you to get a real dinner, and then we’re going home. Where I can pepper your body with more kisses, while I tell you I’m never leaving. After I go speak to Josh and get the number to hand over to your doctor.”

  His smile lit up again, and he pulled himself up on the crutches so he could stand in front of me and wrap his arms around my body. I held him up, making sure he didn’t put weight on his bad leg and kissed him once again.

  The nurse, Josh cleared his throat. He was standing in the doorway with a wheelchair in front of him. “I’ve come to escort you two outta here.”

  “I don’t think the chair is necessary,” Connor said holding up his crutches.

  “Hospital policy. Sorry, dude.” Josh motioned for Connor to sit down, and I took his crutches from him, carrying them to the rear exit of the hospital through the service hallways. The rental was parked in the visitor’s lot, but the car service said they would handle getting it back. After getting Connor in the car, I was able to speak to Josh.

  The first place we headed to was to the nearest drive-thru. I afforded to take him to a nice sit-down restaurant, but Connor had a craving for a burger and fries. So, that’s what he got.

  The plane was early, so we only had to sit in the airport waiting room for thirty minutes, which Connor didn’t seem to mind. Being out of the hospital after so long, and on our way home, was making my man one happy guy. His smile never left his face, and only got bigger when he saw the private plane we were being taxied to.

  “What in the world?” he said looking at me with astonishment in his eyes.

  “Having an agent gives me a few luxuries. I have a plane, and a shared yacht at my disposal.”

  “Well, you can get rid of the shared yacht. I have one docked here in Florida. When the doctors clear me, we should go on a little vacation. If your game?”

  “Oh, I’m game. I can’t wait to get you alone out in the middle of nowhere.”

  “Well, for now, you’ll have to settle for alone at home.”

  “I can do that.”

  Chapter 18

  Connor

  Coming home was better than it’d ever felt before. Almost three months in the hospital had me feeling like I was sequestered away in some prison. The cast made it that much worse. Being able to bend and flex my knee was a relief I couldn’t explain.

  Tony’s smile when he saw me, was enough to know I’d been missed. Of course, because of the news, everyone knew where I was and why. I didn’t have to fend off too many questions as I walked in, but he did help with the luggage and didn’t give Parker any weird looks for a change.

  “Tony, could you get a message to management? I need access to change to the penthouse and two new key-cards made. Also, Matthew Benjamin is no longer an approved visitor.”

  “Sure thing, boss. How’s the leg?” Tony surveyed the crutches under my arms.

  “It’s doing much better. Just have to strengthen it up.”

  “Good deal.”

  Tony helped place the luggage in the elevator and swiped his key to start the lift to the top floor. He didn’t get on with us, but I noticed the look he gave Parker.

  When the doors fully closed, I asked him, “What was that look about?”

  Even with his darker complexion, I could see the red in his face. “Tony and I have come to an understanding. He thought I was something I’m not, and I corrected him. Not to mention, I think he would have a problem with any man visiting. He’s very protective of you.”

  I laughed, “Tony has been a fan for years. He even bought a bike from me. I suppose the interview was to blame?”

  “That and my misconception about how he felt about me as a person.”

  “In other words, you thought he was racist and simply didn’t like you because you’re black.” I didn’t have to ask, and he didn’t have to answer, but he gave me a nod as the doors opened to my place.

  Just seeing it there in all its glory made me more comfortable than I had been in months. Even with Parker by my side. Hell, it was because Parker was by my side, I was able to handle all of it. The doctors, the tests, even the damned physical therapy and every time they made me get carted around in a fucking wheelchair. But walking into the space I’d created from scratch, gave me a whole new outlook. A sort of peace washed over me, and I just slunk down on the sofa, not even bothered by the fact Parker would have to cart all the luggage inside by himself.

  He pulled the bags out of the elevator and hit the red button on the wall. The doors closed and the mechanical box went back down to the lobby. When he picked up his bags and disappeared into the hall, I looked after him but didn’t move. I let my head lay back against the leather and looked up into the rafters.

  “What do you think about skylights?” I yelled down the hall. I imagined a dozen or so above the rafters, with plants growing wildly around the beams and up toward the light that the windows would offer.

  Parker came back from the bedrooms and looked up. “I think that would be a big project, not to mention it would require a lot of permits and permission from the building’s owner.”

  “Oh, well that’s a no brainer.”

  He looked down at me with a scowl, “Why is that?”

  “I own it.” I laughed getting up.

  “Whoa. Wait, what do you need? I’ll get it.”

  “I need to take a piss. You going to do that for me?”

  “No, I don’t suppose I can.”

  “You can hold my dick for me while I hold onto the damn crutches. Don’t forget to give it a little shake.” I said over my shoulder as he followed me to my room.

  When I stepped inside the room, I saw the bags on the floor. Mine were next to my closet and Parkers were next to Matthew’s empty dresser. His clothes from his room were laying, folded in the chair in the corner of the room. His shoes all lined up in front of it.

  “Is this what you were doing?”

  “Yup, I told you what I want. You said you felt the same…so…?”

  “What if I wanted to go slow? I mean you did walk away.” His face dropped, and I couldn’t stand there and let him think that I held all the cards anymore. Why did he feel like I did? “Not that I do.” His gaze lifted from the rug to meet mine.

  “Listen, Connor. If we’re going to have a chance at this, we need to wipe the slate clean.”

  “You’re right. I won’t mention it again. Come on, I wasn’t joking about holding my junk for me. I might fall over if I try.”

  Parker followed me into the bathroom. I saw his toiletry bag on the counter, and I smiled. He was here. In my house, in my room, my bathroom…his stuff would get put away, and it would feel like the last ten years never happened. Is that what I really wanted? To jump right back in, pick up where we left off? I had to think about it, but for now, I was enjoying having him to myself.

  He positioned me in front of the John and stuck his index fingers into the waistband of
my shorts, sliding them from my hips to my backside before pushing them down over my ass. Then moved toward my hardened cock and pulled the elastic up and over the head to release me.

  When I was done, I let my shorts slip down to the floor and used the crutches to hop out of them. “I need a shower.” I let my eyes wander his body. I was done thinking about what if… I just wanted him close to me.

  Parker didn’t protest, he just pulled his shirt up over his head. I pulled the button from his jean shorts while resting against one crutch. I had to admit, the crutches were better than the chair, but what I wouldn’t give to have use of both hands. Once his button was free, and the zipper was down, he let the fabric slide down his body. He hooked the finger of his right hand under the elastic of his boxers, as I did the same on his left. Together we pushed them off his body. The shower door opened, and the water was turned on.

  “You’re going to have to keep both hands on me at all times. I don’t want you to fall.”

  “I think I can manage that.” Placing the metal crutches against the wall, I grabbed onto Parker's shoulders. He lifted me over the bottom lip of the shower to get me inside. I kept hold of him while he used the shower head to make sure my body was wet before rubbing soap all over my skin. When it was time to clean my cock, he used a bit of force that made me moan in the back of my throat. I could see pre-come mixing with suds the more he rubbed. “Keep doing that, and I’m going to shoot.”

  “Sorry, that wasn’t the idea. I was going to wait until you were lying in bed for that.”

  “I don’t think I’ve been cleared for sex.”

  “I don’t have to go balls deep to get you off. There are many ways we can do this, and I can do all of the work.”

  Oh damn, this man was going to be the death of me.

  “You own the building? Wanna tell me about that?” Parker asked as his hands found their way down my ass and slid into my crack to clean my pucker.

  “It’s nothing. Just an idea I had for income in case the shop folded. When it didn’t, I realized I loved the aesthetics of the place, so I kept it. Then I started the remodel. If you’re good, I might show you. It’s been on hold for years. Maybe with extra time off, I can get back to working on it.”

  “Maybe, but nothing big until you’re better, please. You don’t need the stress. Just relax and let me take care of you for a while.” Parker rinsed me off, and while the shower still ran, helped me to the bed. When he turned back to the bathroom, I assumed it was to turn it off, but then I heard the tell-tale signs of him washing. Having a mind of its own, my hand wrapped around my dick and stroked to the rhythmical sounds of Parker’s humming.

  “You started without me, naughty boy.” I opened my eyes to see Parker standing next to the bed. His hand on his own shaft.”

  “You watchin me?”

  “Just for a minute. I forgot how much I enjoy watching you. It’s mesmerizing,” he climbed up onto his side of the bed and smacked my hand away from my dick. “I like this view better,” he took my cock in his mouth. Quickly and down to the root at first, then his movements slowed. I could feel the heat from his mouth travel along my shaft, then just his tongue. A nip of his teeth and his other hand began massaging my balls. He moved his hands for a moment and then when he went back to my sac I realized it was to moisten a finger that was now circling my pucker. I was becoming over sensitized, and I loved it. I couldn’t focus on just one spot. It was incredible.

  “I’m not going to last long.” I was fucking panting because of his touch. The heat of his mouth and his hand. The feeling of his body next to mine. I thrust against his mouth, pushing the tip of my dick to the back of his throat. His moan made my insides flutter. I wanted his dick inside me so bad, but I knew we couldn’t…not yet. I focused on Parker’s heavy breathing as he sped up his ministrations and fucked his face. His tongue circled the head of my cock and played with my slit. Then he plunged down to the base and hit the back of his throat as I began to shoot.

  “Oh fuck, Parker.” There was no time for warning, but he took it all. Every drop I gave him, he swallowed and lapped up the rest with his tongue, easing me through the aftershocks.

  “Feel better?” his finger grazed the corners of his mouth.

  “Oh, my…babe, that was incredible.” I rubbed my hand over my face, too dizzy and spent to know what to do with them.

  “Wait till your all healed up. I’m going to pound your little ass until you can’t walk.”

  “I don’t doubt it.” I tried to roll to my side to kiss him, but the pain in my ribs and leg stopped me.

  “You have to be careful.” Parker moved over me and kissed my lips. I dived into his mouth as if the kiss fed me oxygen in a way breathing never could.

  “Bring me your dick.”

  “What?”

  “It’s my turn. I need to have you in me one way or the other.” I said reaching my hand down to his hardened cock. His hand covered mine, and we began to stroke it together.

  “That’s not necessary.”

  “I don’t care. Now bring it up here, or I’m getting on my knees.”

  He shook his head just once. In defiance, I started to sit up. Knowing I was true to my word, he propped a few pillows behind me and got up on his knees to straddle my lap.

  “Is this what you want?” his dick was dark in contrast to the rest of his body and it was like I was being offered my very own fudge pop. I licked the tip, my tongue just scarcely grazing his slit and he moaned. His hips moved forward to give me more of him, and I took my time memorizing every inch of him. I’d missed him so much, and now that I had him back, I would take my time to savor him. His taste, his heat, his touch. I would never let him go again.

  I licked up one side of his shaft and then the other, making sure to stay clear of the vein he so badly wanted me to hit. I circled his sac with my tongue and lips, then sucked in hard, bringing one then the other into my mouth. Parker’s head went back, and his eyes closed.

  “The things you do to me…fuck, babe.” He moaned as my mouth covered all of him but continued to stroke him with light touches. Then I sucked him into my mouth to the edge of his helmet, swirling, licking and nipping making him shake, “fuck…”

  I sucked him into my mouth and pulled hard on him as I eased him out of my mouth…allowing my teeth to graze his foreskin and head again. He pulled away from me and his lips were on mine.

  “I’m going to turn purple if you don’t make me come soon.”

  “Then give it back.”

  “I was wondering if you wanted to try?”

  I gave him a wary look. I knew he would never hurt me on purpose, and if I said no, he would be okay with it. But I really wanted him.

  “Fuck yes.”

  “Okay, lay back,” he removed one of the pillows, and I laid on my back, but still propped up a bit. He stuck the extra pillow under my sore leg and another on top. Then he moved my other leg on top of that pillow. Reaching over to the nightstand he grabbed the lube and a condom. “You sure? We don’t have to.”

  “If you don’t get in me right now, I’ll scream,” I said before he had a chance to finish his sentence.

  He opened the lube and applied a generous amount to my pucker and his finger, then gently massaged my opening. Once in past, the ring he stopped but I bore down on him making him go further. I could feel the addition of another finger and couldn’t help the moan that escaped me. My head rolled to the side, and I clenched the sheets in fists.

  “Babe, I need you now,” I gasped as his fingers began to scissor and stretch me.

  The sudden loss of him inside me was almost instantly replaced with his cock. I hadn’t even heard him tear open the condom but could feel the damn thing on him. Before we split, we never needed them. We were each other’s first and only. I knew in time we could get back to that point.

  Parker positioned himself so he was away from my legs. He laced his fingers in mine, and his other hand held my hip. The head of his cock passed my ring, and
I pushed down on him again. I loved the stinging sensation I got each time he entered me, and damn if it weren’t just as I remembered. What the man had in length, he matched in girth. He was slow at first, but I felt his fingertips dig into my hip. I knew he was going to take me for a nice slow ride.

  “I’m not going to last long with all that tongue action you gave me.”

  “I don’t care, just fuck me already.” I pushed down onto him again, and he squeezed my hip making me still. I wondered if he was letting me adjust to him or if he was adjusting to me. Trying to hold it back for just a while longer.

  When Parker began to move, I felt a slight flutter in my head. The man was making me dizzy, he felt so good. There was a tingle in my groin as he adjusted himself and just grazed my sweet spot. I felt like I was going to come again, and my hand wrapped around my cock. He bent over me a little more and then he was smacking my prostate head on. With each hit, I felt it straight up my shaft to the tip of my dick. Pre-come glistened as it poured out of me and watching Parker’s face, I wiped it off with my thumb and fed it to him. He sucked it clean and thrust into me at the same time as his teeth bore down on my digit.

  “I’m…gonna come,” Parker yelled as he shot off, filling the condom inside me. He rested his forehead against my hip and stroked my back until I shot off. My come hit my chest and arm I was laying on. My moan was more of a grunt and earned me a small laugh from my man moving from my side. “Now do you feel better?”

  “Oh, God yes. You?”

  “Yes, but it’ll be better when I can do that without worrying that I’m hurting you.” I watched him remove and tie off the end of the condom, taking it with him into the bathroom. He returned with a damp cloth and cleaned me up. “Can I get you anything?”

  “Yes. You, right here,” I pat the bed next to me.

  “Your wish is my command,” he tossed the cloth into the hamper and snuggled up behind me. He was careful not to rest his arm across my ribs by placing a pillow on my side. My left leg was sore, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. Parker pulled the sheet up to cover the both of us, and I drifted off to sleep. Feeling a hundred times better than when I’d woke this morning.