General Misconduct

by L. A. Witt

  “Me too. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” I brushed my lips across his. “You’re all I’ve been able to concentrate on since we met.”

  “Me too,” he said. “I’m lucky I can study at all.”

  “Good thing you don’t have to study now.” I pushed his T-shirt up. “For the next twenty-four hours, it’s just you and me.”

  “Thank God,” he growled. He sat up, peeled off his T-shirt and came back down to me. Oh fuck, now my hands were on his hot, bare skin, running all over him and feeling him and dying to have him completely naked. Tugging at his belt, I could barely remember how to maneuver the buckle. God, I really had missed him. I’d been twisting in the wind, physically aching for him, as well as wondering if I’d pushed him too far, but now that he was in my arms again, I realized it had been more than lust and fear keeping him on my mind 24/7.

  There was something between us that I’d never felt before. Something that kept drawing me back to him, even when we had to meet in secret for the sake of my career and his peace at home. There was lust—fuck yes, there was plenty of that—but it wasn’t just the nearest warm body that had me losing my mind like this. It was Connor and no one else.

  And if I didn’t get him naked right now, I was going to require paramedics.

  “I want you to fuck me again,” he whispered.

  I groaned and pressed against him. “I’ve been dying to hear you say that.”

  “And I’ve been dying to do it.”

  “Then let’s get these clothes off.” I kissed him once, brief and hard, and let him up. We stripped down to nothing, and then I got up, leaving the bed just long enough to get the lube from my overnight bag.

  As I returned, Connor plucked the lube bottle from my hand. “Let me.”

  “Already? No foreplay?”

  He smirked. “Three weeks of jerking off doesn’t count as foreplay?”

  “Good point.” I joined him on the bed as he poured some lube in his palm, and before I’d even settled beside him, his hand was on me. His fingers were slick, simultaneously cool from the lube and still hot, and my eyes rolled back as he made slow, tight strokes up and down my cock.

  “C-careful.” I curved a hand around the back of his neck and kissed him. “You’ll make me come too soon.”

  “We’ve got all night.” He twisted his hand slightly, which blurred my vision. “If you come now, I’ll just wait till you recover.”

  “But then— Fuck, Connor.” I released a ragged breath as a shudder went up my spine. “Then I’ll have to wait to fuck you. And I…cannot wait anymore.”

  Connor’s hand slowed. “I can’t either.”

  “Put some lube on my hand,” I said.

  “Hmm?”

  “Just do it.”

  He poured some lube on my fingers. Then I kissed him again, and, still kissing, we sank all the way down to the hard mattress.

  As I slid my hand up his inner thigh, he parted his legs but growled, “Just fuck me. No fingers.”

  “I will.” I brought my hand up higher, letting my palm drift across his balls, which made him gasp. “But like I told you before, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Whatever protests he had died when my fingers traced the edge of his crack.

  “I want to fuck you so bad I can’t see straight,” I murmured, pressing my fingertip against him. “But I’m not going to hurt you.”

  He exhaled, screwing his eyes shut as I pressed a slick finger into him. He was tight but offered almost no resistance, and he moaned as I added a second finger.

  “Jesus Christ.” He shuddered, arching off the bed as I slowly fucked him with my hand.

  “Like that?” I asked.

  “Mm-hmm. But I want your— Oh my God!” His eyes flew open as I crooked my fingers inside him. “Holy. Fuck.”

  “This okay?”

  “Uh-huh. Oh my…God…” He sank back onto the bed, lips apart and eyes watering. “What the hell…”

  “Male G-spot.” I smothered his moan with another kiss. I bent my fingers again, and he grabbed on to my arm, gripping tightly and rocking his hips to encourage my hand to move faster. I was out of breath when I broke the kiss and managed to whisper, “I think you’re ready for more.”

  He just moaned again.

  Slowly, I withdrew my fingers. As I sat up, I grabbed the other pillow and handed it to him. “Put this under your hips.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Trust me.” I kissed him gently. “Angle’s a little more comfortable.”

  “Fair enough.” He put the pillow under himself. I nudged his knee, and he spread his legs wide.

  Guiding myself to him, I struggled to keep breathing steadily and evenly, but the anticipation was almost too much. We’d only done this once—well, twice—and I’d been going crazy wanting it again, and now…

  Connor moaned softly as I pressed the head of my cock against him. As I carefully breached him, he closed his eyes and gasped.

  “This okay?” I asked. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  “No, it’s good. It’s…good.” He bit his lip and arched as I pushed deeper inside him. “Oh my God, it’s good.”

  “Just tell me if—”

  “I will. But you’re good. God, that feels amazing…”

  “You’re damn right it does.” I hooked my elbow under his knee and leaned forward. Just as I’d hoped, he gasped and shuddered just the way he had when I’d bent my fingers.

  “Fuck!”

  I picked up speed. He was right, it felt amazing. He was the only one I’d ever fucked bareback, and the sensation was unbelievable. Slick, hot, tight—thank God I’d jerked off this morning, or there was no way in hell I would’ve lasted.

  I guided his hand to his own cock, and he got the message. The instant he started stroking, he tightened around me, and my breath caught.

  “Oh God,” he moaned, squirming as I fucked him and he jerked his own dick. “Oh God, I’m gonna…”

  “Come, Connor,” I panted. “I’m right there too. Gonna…oh shit…”

  He released the most spine-tingling, helpless sound I’d ever heard, a cry somewhere between a sob and a moan, and he clenched around me as semen landed on his abs. Then I realized the cry I’d heard wasn’t his but mine, and I fucking lost it. I threw my head back, thrust deep inside him and came.

  As we both returned to earth, trembling and panting, I pulled out but didn’t get up. “You okay?”

  He nodded. “God, yeah. That position is… Holy…”

  “Thought you’d like it.” Leaning down to kiss him, I added, “And all you have to do is just lie back and enjoy it.”

  “I’ll have to return the favor.”

  “Any time.” I dropped another light kiss on his lips. “For now, though, maybe we should grab a shower.”

  “Good idea.”

  ~*~

  It was still the middle of the day, the water glittering in the sun outside, but we weren’t in any hurry to leave this cabin. After we’d showered together, we climbed back into bed and pulled a sheet over us.

  He tenderly touched my cheek. “So is it a safe bet we won’t be able to walk tomorrow?”

  “If we can walk tomorrow, we did something wrong tonight.”

  Connor laughed, and he started to say something, but right then his thumb brushed over my eyebrow, and before I could stop myself, I winced.

  “Shit, sorry.” He jerked his hand back. “Sorry.”

  “No, it’s okay.” I grasped his wrist and kissed his fingers. “Just…still keep expecting it to hurt.”

  “It’s healed, though, isn’t it?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, but it was pretty sore there for a while.”

  “Oh. Okay.”

  I could see the unspoken question in his eyes. I never had told him the whole story, not even when he’d asked about it.

  I turned onto my side, facing him. “So, when we first started out, you asked about the pictures on my Facebook page. The one of the cuts on
my face.”

  Connor nodded.

  I inhaled slowly. “You want to hear the story?”

  “Only if you’re okay telling it.”

  “I am.” I shifted onto my back, and he rested his head on my chest with my arm around his shoulders. Once we’d more or less settled, I said, “So what happened was, the night before we met, I went to this place called Palace Habu.”

  “I know that club.”

  I stiffened and barely resisted the urge to protectively pull him closer. “You do?”

  Connor nodded. “Only went once or twice. Seemed like kind of a shit-hole.”

  “You could say that,” I muttered. “Anyway, I met a guy. This Marine.” Just thinking about Glenn made my skin crawl. “He seemed all right, and he was pretty good-looking, so we had a couple of beers. And we decided to go someplace else. The… Well, you’ve been there. You know that alley that goes from Gate Two Street to the club?”

  “Yeah.”

  “There’s an area along that alley where you’re pretty much invisible from the road. And about the time we got to that part, he grabbed me and…” I forced back the nausea rising in my throat as I gestured at my eyebrow.

  “Oh my God,” he whispered. “He did that?”

  “Yeah.” The memory made me want to shudder, but I suppressed it. “I still don’t know how he got the best of me. I’ve rewound it a million times in my head, and there are so many things I should have done to—”

  “Hindsight’s twenty-twenty.” He put a hand on my arm. “Don’t keep doing that to yourself. You can’t change it.”

  “I know. Just…bothers me.” I sighed. “Years and years of training for just that sort of thing, and…” And I choked. And I forgot everything I knew. And I got fucking scared. “I busted him up a bit too, but still.”

  Connor didn’t say anything. He just moved a little closer to me and draped his arm across my stomach.

  I went on. “When I went to the emergency room, the cop who came in to take my statement caught on that something wasn’t adding up.” I laughed dryly, staring up at the ceiling. “Guess I didn’t really think it through, and it was a bit too transparent for him. So he finally got me to admit what happened.” I shuddered at the memory of how nervous I’d been until Eric had convinced me he was on my side. “After I did, he told me to go up to Hiji Falls, and then post some pictures saying I’d busted myself up on the rocks.”

  “Wow,” Connor whispered. “Did anything ever happen to the guy?”

  “I don’t know. The cop told me to stay away from the club for a while, and that he’d handle the guy, but beyond that…” I shook my head.

  Connor chuckled. “Maybe he kicked his ass.”

  “I’d have paid to see that. Dude needed a good ass whooping, and the cop looked like he could’ve taken him.” I turned on my side to face him. “I guess, in a way, it’s good that the whole thing happened.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Smiling, I touched his cheek. “If I hadn’t gone up to Hiji Falls, I never would’ve met you.”

  “Wow. Fate works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it?”

  Fate. I hadn’t even thought about that, but lying here with Connor like this, it made sense. Too many things had to have fallen into place for us to meet.

  “Yeah,” I said, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face. “I guess it does.”

  He didn’t say anything, just lifted his head and kissed me. As the kiss deepened, the embrace did too, and when he nudged me onto my back, I didn’t resist. In fact, I slid a hand between us.

  “You’re insatiable tonight,” he panted against my lips.

  Covering his hardening cock with my hand, I said, “You’re one to talk.”

  He just moaned, pressing his dick against my palm. “I want as much of you as I can have tonight.”

  I shivered and squeezed him. “I’m all yours tonight.”

  Connor pressed his lips to mine again. We made out, and touched each other, and held on to each other, and as desperate as I was to be inside him again, I was in no rush. I loved everything about this. If it took all night for this to progress to having sex, I didn’t care, just as long as we didn’t stop.

  Forget tonight. I’m all yours.

  Breaking a long kiss, Connor touched his forehead to mine, and we just held each other for a moment. My heart was racing in a way it never had before, and it wasn’t the sex. It was…this. The two of us this close together, simultaneously relieved to be with him after so long and feeling like we’d never been apart at all.

  I don’t want to be away from you.

  I need you, Connor. I want you and I need you.

  I took a breath and was about to speak, but caught myself.

  Easy, Aiden. Don’t go there.

  So I just kissed him instead. Connor wrapped his arms around me, and we sank onto the mattress together. We kissed lazily, and I didn’t say a word. Not yet.

  I felt it. I knew it.

  But tonight wasn’t the night to tell him I loved him.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Connor

  We left the cabin for a couple of hours, mostly to kick around one of the villages nearby. Aiden picked up a few pieces of local pottery to send home as gifts, and we found a café with the most amazeballs yakisoba on the island. Then we wandered back to the resort, perused their video rentals and the rack of pamphlets about things to do in the area.

  None of the DVDs sounded particularly appealing, so we left with a few munchies, got into our golf cart and headed back to the cabin.

  As we got out of the golf cart, I looked out at the beach that was ours as long as we rented the cabin. The sun had set, but the light from the cabin’s porch illuminated the whole area. It was smallish, maybe a hundred feet across, and had a well-used fire pit above the high-tide line.

  Aiden put an arm around me and kissed my cheek. “Maybe we should spend some time out here.”

  “Watching the ocean and collecting shells, right?”

  He snorted. “Sure.”

  I winked. “By the way, you’ll be thrilled to know I haven’t been able to look at a beach without thinking about last time. I’d say you’ve ruined beaches for me forever, but ‘ruined’ doesn’t seem like the right word.”

  Aiden laughed. “I’d say I’m sorry, but ‘sorry’ isn’t the right word either.”

  Chuckling, I rolled my eyes.

  “And as you can see, we have a beach right here.” Aiden grinned. “We can sleep in the bed, but…” He let his raised eyebrows finish the thought.

  “At night?”

  “Why not? This isn’t the desert. It doesn’t get cold at night.”

  “Hmm, true. You get the lube; I’ll get a blanket.”

  Though it was dark, the day’s heat and humidity lingered. Still, Aiden built a fire in the pit. We didn’t need the heat, but the light would be handy.

  While he did that, I laid out the blanket and put rocks on the corners to hold it in place. “At least we won’t get sunburned this time.”

  Aiden laughed. “I hadn’t even thought of that. Less evidence, right?”

  “Yeah. Maybe we won’t get busted this time.” More serious now, I watched my fingers run along the side of his face. “I just needed to be with you. Away from everything else.” I reached up and stroked his hair. “I’m sorry this has gotten so complicated. With my dad and—”

  “Don’t.” He shook his head. “Circumstances are what they are. This weekend is about us making the best of those circumstances.”

  “So, sneaking away for sex on the beach?”

  “Something like that.” Aiden kissed me gently. “And speaking of which…” He wrapped his arms around me, and his kiss said the conversation was most definitely over.

  We took our time, just making out on top of the blanket and removing one article of clothing at a time. It was too easy to get caught up in kissing, in exploring freshly bared skin, we kept forgetting ourselves and losing ourselves, getting as far as
unbuckling a belt or untucking a shirt before we were tangled up in another kiss.

  At some point, Aiden tossed his boxers aside, and there was nothing left between us. Just hot flesh and the humid night air, our fingers running through hair and over naked skin as we kissed like we had all night. Because we did have all night. There was no rush tonight. No need to look over our shoulders, no one who might suspect anything. Until tomorrow afternoon, it was just us. We’d even get to wake up together in the morning, something I hadn’t even let myself fantasize about until now.

  He broke the kiss and started on my neck, his lips and stubble giving me goose bumps.

  “I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this,” he said, “but I have never been as turned on as I am when I’m with you.”

  I bit my lip. “Seriously?”

  “Mm-hmm.” He worked his way up the side of my neck. “I don’t know what it is, but you…” He pressed a kiss just beneath my jaw. “I don’t even know.” His cock brushed mine, and he rubbed over it again, making me gasp. “No idea, but I don’t want to stop.”

  “Definitely don’t want to stop.”

  He found my lips again and kissed me. I hooked a leg around him, pulling him harder against my dick, and he rocked his hips just right to create that addictive friction. He moved like he was fucking me, his cock sliding against mine, instead of in and out of my ass, and the world spun faster and faster as we kissed and ground together.

  Finally, I couldn’t wait. “Lube.” It was all I could say. If I even breathed the words I need you to fuck me, I was going to come, I was sure of it.

  Aiden reached for the lube, and when he came back with it, he leaned down to kiss my neck again. “I want you on top this time.”

  I stiffened. “On top?”

  “Mm-hmm.” He shivered against me and whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”

  Holy shit. I did almost come as he said it, but nerves kept me in check. “I, um, I have no idea what I’m doing.”

  “Yes, you do.” His lips skated along the side of my neck. “Just put on some lube, slide in”—he shivered hard—“and do whatever feels good.”

  I closed my eyes. “Everything feels good.”