Read Online ConvenientStrangers by Cara McKenna - Free Book Online Page B

He
pulled all the way out, thrilling at the sensation as he breached his entrance
to drive deep again.
    “Still good?” He asked to be courteous, sure, but also for
the fresh novelty of being with a man who wouldn’t hesitate to communicate with
him.
    Adam flexed his shoulders and back, seeming to luxuriate.
“Real good. Lemme feel what you like.”
    “I like it pretty rough.” Rougher than he’d usually dared be
with Ethan. “Just tell me if I cross a line.” He found his preferred pace,
excited to find Adam receptive. A little harsher, and quick enough to hear that
smack of skin on skin. Lust settled around him like fog. “Fuck.”
    “That’s good,” Adam said, voice jolting with the impact.
“That’s so good.” He sounded awed, exactly how Stephen felt. How sad they’d
both gone so long not having the sex they’d wanted. How fortunate they’d chosen
to drown their resulting sorrows at the same bar, on the same lonely evening.
    Stephen wanted to show him everything he liked, show him who
he was in bed. He let sliding turn to thrusting, to pounding.
    Adam groaned. Stephen grasped his sides and tugged him into
the thrusts, reinforcing his dominance for the both of them.
    Another deep groan seemed to darken the entire room. “Yeah.”
    “Yeah, you like that? You miss getting fucked like this?”
Stephen hammered him hard for a few seconds.
    He was answered by a wordless sound, a resounding yes.
    “Me too. I missed fucking this way.” Fucking like a primal
scream, loud and ugly and violent. He let his body take what it wanted,
confident Adam could handle it. He gave his ass a harsh slap, then another,
raked his short nails down Adam’s back, lost in the temporary insanity of sex.
How on earth had he let himself accept a life without this? How had he just
shut this part of himself off, like an entire limb left to atrophy? And not
just this—so many other things.
    He imagined those things as he owned Adam’s body. Getting
fucked himself, as hard as he was punishing Adam. He reached around, finding
the man’s cock. He held him tight and stroked, earning a shallow moan, a
hardening of flesh. He pleasured him until his length was stiff and thick then
imagined taking it inside his body. It had been so long, it’d feel like the
first time. And wasn’t that just poetry, when this whole night had him feeling
new again, sex an uncharted territory?
    “Something I want from you,” he mumbled, still stroking.
    “Anything.”
    “Need you to fuck me.”
    Adam’s breaths had grown panting and noisy, but they quieted
then, and he cleared his throat. “Oh yeah?”
    “If you’re willing.” Ask me to beg. I will, and gladly.
    “Of course. Tonight?”
    “Yeah. Right now.”
    Adam craned his head and their eyes met, the moment stopping
Stephen’s hips dead. “Anything you want.”
    Anything he wanted. To feel used, then. Exploited, violated,
exposed. Everything he’d so fetishized with Ethan, turned inside out, spread
open and with Adam watching. Stephen slid out, the physical pleasure fading
only to let the thrill of what was coming take over, exciting so much more than
just his cock. He eased the condom off and caught his breath.
    “How?” Adam asked.
    Stephen pondered it, realizing he didn’t want to be the one
dictating. “However you want me.”
    “On your back.”
    Stephen smiled at the swiftness of the reply, and at the
notion. They swapped places, Stephen lying down against the pillow. Fuck of
a view , he thought, as Adam got comfortable on his knees between Stephen’s
thighs. So different than the first such moment. Now Stephen was the one being
stared down at, the one poised ostensibly to give, not receive. Felt goddamn
good, being on the bottom. Exotic. Weirdly liberating.
    Adam’s face was set, and the look of determination tensing
his features was sexy as sin. Stephen couldn’t wait to see what he looked like
when he fucked, this handsome man turned wild and mean.
    Stephen closed his