27. Connor
Chapter 27
Connor
I freeze in place, my shirt half unbuttoned.
It was the night I went down on her while she was half-asleep.
Fuck. What do I do?
Tell her the truth? Keep up the lie?
If I tell her, she’ll hate me. She’ll never trust me again. But if I don’t, I’m deceiving her even more. Deceiving us both.
“That wasn’t a dream, Blue,” I say.
Her eyes snap to mine, confusion and something like fear flickering in their depths.
No, Blue. Please.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Really?” Her fingers ghost over the place on her neck where I left the mark that night. “It was real?”
“Yes.”
I expect her to cry, shout, or hit me. But instead, she does the one thing I never would have imagined.
She kneels down and wraps her hand around my hard cock, gazing up at me from under her lashes.
Her lips press against the tip. “I’m glad it was you.”
Am I dreaming now? I can’t believe what she’s doing and saying, but fuck, it’s hot.
She kisses down my throbbing length and licks it up to the tip. Pre-cum beads on the slit, and her eyes flick up to mine as she laps it up. A satisfied hum vibrates through my body.
She wants this. Wants me. How is it possible, knowing how messed up my actions have been?
I fist my hands in her hair, torn between urging her to go faster and making this exquisite torment last. Normally I would take control, fucking her mouth until she gagged around me. But right now, with Mary willingly on her knees for me, I want to savor this. I want to feel her worship me in a way she never has before.
Her lips wrap tightly around my erection, her tongue dancing along its sensitive underside.
“That’s it.” I run one hand through her hair while the other curls around her neck. “Take your time, Blue.”
Her response comes in the form of increased suction, causing my vision to swim momentarily.
There is no denying the raw hunger in her eyes. No amount of rationalization could explain away such undeniable chemistry. Perhaps that explains why I can’t seem to stay away from her despite knowing better.
My hand fists in her hair as she takes me deeper. The wet heat of her mouth and throat envelops my aching length. I grit my teeth, holding back a primal groan.
I caress her hair gently even as my hips twitch, wanting to take over. She gags once, then again as I hit the back of her throat, the contractions an exquisite torture.
She pulls back, gasping. A string of saliva and pre-cum connects her swollen lips to the tip of my dick.
This is the Mary I’ve craved to possess. Willing. Needy. Mine.
After a moment, she dives back down without hesitation, sucking me harder.
My composure threatens to crack. The power she’s surrendering in this act binds us more deeply than anything before. Because now I know she craves my dominance just as fiercely as I crave her surrender.
I grip her hair tighter, holding her in place as I thrust into the slick heat of her mouth. She moans, relaxing her throat, and takes me deeper.
The sight of her on her knees, lips stretched around my cock, is almost enough to end me. But I hold back, rolling my hips in a slow, steady rhythm, fucking that sweet mouth. So eager, so willing.
I tug on her hair, hauling her off me. Her lips are plump, and her eyes hazy. Waiting .
“On the bed. Now.”
She scrambles to obey, settling on her back against the pillows. She lies there, watching me with hooded eyes as I strip off the rest of my clothes.
When I’m naked, I crawl over her, settling between her spread thighs. I capture her mouth again, kissing her deeply while my hands wander over her body—kneading her breasts, teasing her nipples, gliding down to grip her hips.
She reaches for me, but I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head.
“Keep your hands there,” I say. “You know what will happen when you don’t, right?”
She nods, eyes fluttering closed. Trusting.
I trail my lips down her neck and over the swell of her breasts. Moving lower, I take one nipple into my mouth and suck hard. Her back arches, pushing her breast further into my mouth.
I lavish the same attention on her other nipple before continuing my path down her body. Over her stomach, hips, and down to her thighs. I pause there, gazing at the glistening, pink folds. She’s soaked for me.
No one else will ever touch her like this. No one else will ever have her.
The first lash of my tongue against her clit has her cry out, and I thrust two fingers into her dripping cunt, crooking them slightly .
Her hands grab onto my hair. I growl a warning against her flesh, but she’s too far gone to listen. Her thighs clamp around my head as she shudders through her release.
I lick her through it until she goes lax against the bed, chest heaving. Only then do I raise my head, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
She looks thoroughly debauched, and it’s a heady thrill knowing I did that to her.
My cock is heavy between my legs, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. I’m primed to explode at the slightest touch.
I get off the bed and retrieve my tie from the floor, the silky material cool against my heated skin. Returning to the bed, I flip Mary onto her stomach. She squeals in surprise but doesn’t resist as I loop the tie around her wrists, binding them together above her head.
I admire her prone form for a moment, the curve of her back and swell of her ass on display just for me. Gripping her hips, I haul her up onto her knees. She’s completely exposed now, wet and waiting. The power rush is intoxicating.
I position myself behind her, letting my cock tease her wet entrance. She tries to push back, seeking relief from the ache I’ve built in her, but I hold her firm.
“Did you enjoy your date?” I grind against her, letting her feel how hard I am. How much I want her.
“Connor, please. ”
“You’ve been very naughty, Blue.” I caress the smooth skin of her backside. “Going on a date with another man.” My palm connects with her ass in a sharp slap.
She cries out, jerking against her restraints.
I smooth my hand over the blooming handprint, squeezing roughly. “Answer me. Did you enjoy your date?”
“No.”
“Are you sure about that?” I stroke her tender flesh. “Maybe I should make you call him. Let you say that this ass is mine.”
“No,” she whimpers.
I smack her other cheek just as hard. “No?”
“I don’t want him. I want you. Only you.”
“That’s better.” I enter her in one swift thrust, burying myself balls-deep in her tightness.
We both groan, the feeling incredible. I still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried so deep inside her. She squirms beneath me, needing more.
“Tell me again who you want,” I say.
“You,” she moans. “Always you.”
Using her hips as leverage, I pound into her relentlessly, wanting her to feel me for days. To remember who she belongs to.
Mine. This pussy is mine.
Her moans and cries spur me on. I lean over her, biting down on the back of her neck. She shudders, inner walls clenching around my cock. I straighten up and increase my pace. Her channel is silky and tight, milking me with each thrust .
“You like that, Blue?” My hand cracks against her ass again. “Being taken like this. Owned.”
“God, yes.” Her words go straight to my groin.
I grip her hair, using it as a handle to rail deeper into her. The bed creaks with the force of my thrusts. She meets each one, her ass slapping against my hips.
I thrust harder, feeling my own release building.
Her body tenses, and she cries out, her inner walls fluttering around me. The sound of her pleasure catapults mine to an unbearable level. With a guttural groan, I come, emptying myself inside her. I continue fucking her through it until we’re both spent.
Panting, I collapse onto her back, my chest heaving. She’s still trembling from her own release, a sheen of sweat shining on her skin.
Finally, I pull out and undo the makeshift restraints on her wrists. She collapses forward, flushed and thoroughly used. I settle next to her, both of us catching our breath.
Cum flows out of her, and I gather it with my fingers, pushing it back into her swollen entrance. The sweet sound of her moans fills the air.
How much I would give to let this moment last forever, but she must be tired now, so I sit up and pad into the bathroom. “Wait here, Blue.”
In the opulent bathroom, I test the temperature of the water as it fills the tub. Once it’s full of steaming, frothy water, I go back into the bedroom to find Mary half-asleep, tangled in the sheets. Possessiveness swells in my chest at the marks I left on her pale skin.
Mine.
“Bath’s ready.”
She makes a sleepy sound of protest but doesn’t fight me as I carry her to the bathtub, settling inside of it with her in my lap.
She leans back against my chest with a sigh, her skin slick with sweat and soap suds. Her hair hangs loose around her shoulders. I trail my fingers along her collarbone, tracing the delicate lines until they reach the soft curve of her breast.
“Just relax.” I brush a wet strand of hair off her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
She nods, eyes already drifting shut.
In the bedroom, I strip the bed of its soiled sheets and replace them with fresh ones from the closet. Tomorrow, this will be another hotel room, holding no trace of us. I try not to think about that.
When I return to the bathroom, Mary is dozing in the tub, the steam relaxing her into drowsiness. I kneel beside the tub, admiring the picture she makes.
“Time to get out.” I help her stand and wrap her in a towel, drying her off with gentle strokes.
She gives me a sleepy, sated smile. “I like it when you take care of me.”
“I like taking care of you.”
I carry her to the bed, tucking her in. She curls toward me as I slip in beside her, resting her head on my chest .
“Why did I have to date another guy so you come and get me?” Mary asks.
I tense at her words, my fingers stilling where they’d been stroking her hair. “What are you talking about?”
She lifts her head to meet my gaze, eyes glinting with amusement… and something else. Something that makes my chest tighten.
“You think I didn’t notice you watching me all the time? Following me around?”