25. Connor
CONNOR
Dancing? With Eden? I’m not going to turn that down.
“Eclypse?” It’s the best club around here.
She nods.
“Let’s go.”
We’re able to walk there, since it’s just a few minutes away on foot. I subtly watch Eden to make sure her gait’s steady, and she seems fine. I want this night to last, so it was smart to mix in food and water.
It’s still early for the club—just ten, so we don’t need to wait in a line to enter. If I were with my brothers, we’d be ushered to the VIP section. But no one knows who Eden and I are. Once we’re inside, I lead us to a darker corner on the main dance floor.
“Do you want something to drink?” I’m done for the night since I need to drive.
“No, let’s just dance.” She puts her purse on a high table near us and pulls me by hand to an empty space nearby.
With little light around us, Eden’s yellow sundress is a beacon, and I can’t help myself—as soon as she starts moving, I put my hands on her hips. She starts inching toward me, rocking to the rhythm of the music.
Her line at Cheetos about not thinking of me as a boy? I’ve got no problem living up to that while we’re here. I squeeze her hips tighter, pulling her into my body.
She makes no objection, instead embracing our closeness. “Do you like dancing?” she asks. Her face is now only a few inches from my chest, tilted up to peer at mine.
She’s so gorgeous, and the earnest anticipation in her eyes makes my chest clench. I don’t know how I ever thought I could deny this connection we have.
“I’m not bad on my feet. But show me what you want.”
Her eyes glaze over with appreciation, and she throws her arms over my shoulders. “Keep your hands on me.”
Suddenly her body is lined up perfectly against mine, and her proximity, the brush of her skirt over the front of my pants, has my dick stirring. “Nothing else I’d rather do,” I whisper.
I let her lead from there, as the DJ switches to a Harry Styles club remix. She doesn’t break the embrace even though it’s got a poppier beat, and I’m sure as hell not going to.
“American girlllssss,” she sings along with the chorus. Despite my hold, she’s still rocking her hips.
When the song finishes, she leans her head against my chest. I give in to instinct, kissing the top of her head. “You’re fucking adorable.”
“Not sexy?” Her head flips back up as she looks at me, her cheeks pink.
“Always sexy.” I lean down to give her a firm kiss on the lips to affirm my reply.
“I like this Connor,” she whispers as I pull my head back. “No more failure to communicate. No more confusing Connor.”
I know she might not be so transparent if we weren’t feeling the effects of our earlier drinks, but I want to reassure her nonetheless. “No more, I promise.”
“Good.”
The DJ switches to an EDM banger, and we lose ourselves to the beats. Her movements become bolder, her lower torso rubbing against my dick unabashedly, side to side.
It only takes a few moments of that for me to get hard. Fuck. There’s no way she doesn’t feel it, but she’s grinning, still dancing, not showing any signs of slowing down.
I think of everything I can to keep my dick under control. Contract termination clauses. Smelly knee pads. Tax spreadsheets.
Somehow I survive the song, and while Eden stops moving once it ends, she doesn’t separate us.
“I like this,” she whispers in my ear. “No one’s paying attention to us, and we can do anything.”
“Anything?” I can’t help teasing her.
Which earns me a blush. “Well…within reason.”
“You…definitely have my attention.”
“I noticed,” she says, amused.
I fake a groan. “Thanks for laughing at me.”
“I’ll keep close, so no one else sees.”
“Keeping you close is what created the issue.”
She laughs again. “I feel like causing more problems.”
The next thing I know, she’s grabbed my cheeks, pulling us together until our lips meet.
It’s a simple kiss, but I’m not letting her go that easily. I claim her mouth again, a deeper need surging through me. She opens for my tongue readily, and I’m consumed by the urge to learn every inch of her warm, sweet mouth.
We get away with the show on the dance floor for only a minute before someone catcalls, “Get a room.”
Luckily, she giggles at that. She’s less self-conscious than I would’ve expected. At least with these strangers. A good thing, because I don’t give a shit about what people I don’t know think of me.
She returns to dancing, and I follow suit, but something’s shifted in her intensity. As the beat of the music surrounds us, she pushes her warm center against my thigh. The skirt of her dress is loose enough to give her freedom of movement, and she takes full advantage.
I almost ask her if she wants me to help, but she’s clearly enjoying herself, eyes glazed over. So I keep my hands on her hips and enjoy the feel of her rubbing up against me. It’s not against my dick, but he has a good imagination.
Three songs blow by, with us settled into those motions for most of them. I don’t know how she’s handling the prolonged stimulation, because I’m struggling, based on the little leak inside my boxer briefs.
When a fourth song comes on, she slows down and leans her head against my chest. I try to will my dick to settle again, now that we’re taking a break.
Maybe she wants to stop entirely…
“Getting tired?” I ask.
“More warm than tired.”
“Maybe some water now?” She hums in agreement.
Only as we separate, I give in to the urge to brush a hand down her cheek, admiring its flush, together with her swollen lips.
“Are my cheeks red again?” she whispers. I nod. “You’re the first person who’s ever observed that about them.”
“I’m…paying attention.”
“Ha. Well, I’m glad you enjoy it.”
I rub my thumb over her soft skin again.
“It’s not only that I like your cheeks rosy, Eden. I like knowing I’m the one who makes them that way.”
Now, that gets a true blush out of her. “Are you sure you didn’t minor in poetry?”
“Nope. Just feeling inspired.”
She looks around and presses against me again.
“Let’s skip the water and get out of here…”
Within three minutes, we’re walking to my car, my hand reaching for hers again.
I don’t want to assume where we’re headed next, even though I’d kill to have the night continue. It’s up to her.
“Do you want me to drive you back to Tolliver…or do you want to see my place? It’s only a fifteen-minute drive, so closer.” A polite way to invite her over.
She glances over. “I—um, it’s the first date, but…”
“The first date of many, I hope.” I raise her hand to give it a kiss, wanting to make clear that this is not about a one-night stand.
“Okay, then…could we go to yours?” she asks with a grin on her face.
What a fucking dream night. “Absolutely.”
We’re two minutes on the road when I notice she’s subtly squirming in her seat, squeezing her legs together.
I get it. I’m still worked up myself, still half hard even fifteen minutes after her body was last pressed against me.
Her lingering need is even more noticeable when I stop at a red light, and she lets out a little moan of frustration.
We’re new, though. I don’t know how to bridge the topic, so I try to work up to it.
“I can’t believe it’s been so many months since the Fourth at Bree’s park.”
She smiles. “It was a good night.”
I sigh. “Memorable.” I’ve only replayed in my mind about ten thousand times.
She breathes out, wiggling slightly again.
“Eden…” Oh fuck it, I’m just going to ask. “Are you feeling…needy?”
Her eyes go wide. She takes a moment to answer before nodding her head yes. I catch hunger in her expression.
Fuck, these ten minutes we have left on the drive have got to speed up. How can I get her off while on the road?
An idea strikes.
“Show me.”
Her pupils dilate at the instruction, but she doesn’t move. Did I push too far?
But then, right as the light turns green, her hands move to the skirt of her dress, her tits pressing against her top as she leans down. Inch by inch, she raises the skirt up to her hips.
I suck in air when her blue lace panties come into view, a wet spot visible.
Hard-on back in full force.
“Oh fuck, you’re…” My voice trails off as I glimpse up at the flush of her face. She’s getting more turned on by my perusal. “Tell me what you’re thinking…”
“I wish we were already at your place.” Her voice is a whisper.
I huff out a breath, making my erection press against my pant seam. “Same. Ten more minutes.”
She groans faintly at that news. That sound, and the fact she’s kept the dress firmly bunched around her waist, are unquestionably the reasons I’m emboldened enough to say the next four words.
“Touch yourself for me.”
Her eyes widen. “Touch myself?”
“No need for you to wait ten minutes. And I want to remind myself of what you like.” Granted, I have the memory of our night fifteen months ago burned in my brain. “If you’re comfortable…”
A small smile rises on her face. “I am, with you. For some reason.”
I bookmark that statement to revisit later.
“Do you want…should I take my panties off?”
Holy fuck. “Yes, remove them and hand them to me.”
I don’t know if she’s as surprised as I am at how natural this feels between us. I swallow as she slides them off and gives the blue scrap of fabric to me.
Her face is bright pink. “As you requested.”
I rub the wet lace in my palm for a minute before setting it down in a cup holder. Annoyingly, I still have to drive, and the GPS reminds me of the next turn. Once I have, I peek over at Eden.
Her appearance is evidence that it’s already a night neither of us will forget. Mussed hair, hooded eyes, slightly open mouth panting softly. That gorgeous pussy, exposed, pink, and glistening.
When I meet those bright blues, she’s watching me like she’s expecting direction on whether to start, her hands on the sides of her bunched-up skirt. There’s a trace of nerves in her eyes, and I’m pulled to reassure her.
“You look so beautiful right now. We have eight minutes left. Show me.”
She moves as soon as I give that instruction, one hand reaching down to the soft skin of her pussy. It’s killing me to have to drive, but I’m not pulling over and delaying our arrival at my place. No way.
I catch right as she puts her index finger on the top part of her slit and starts a circular motion before I have to turn back to the road.
She moans a beat later. “Ohhhh.” Out of my peripheral vision, her finger continues to circle on her clit.
With the demands of driving, the next eight minutes will need to be as much of an auditory experience as a visual one. With my eyes focused on the road, I can still appreciate all her little noises. And encourage them.
“Feel good? Is this how you touch yourself when you’re alone?”
“Yeahhhhh,” she says faintly.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about right now.” I’m pushing my luck, but I want to know.
“You…your fingers. I’m imagining it’s you.”
Shit. “My thick, rough fingers on your soft, sweet skin?”
She doesn’t respond, just moans again.
“Keep going until you come…” I look over after I give her the direction, and she shows no sign of stopping, her face lost to pleasure. I can’t believe this is my Eden, in my car, right now. I’ll never fucking forget this.
As we get closer to my place, I’m taking us through residential neighborhoods. The slower speed means I can really take in the view.
Her finger rubbing her pink, gleaming pussy, right on her clit. It’s a fantasy come to life. My bulge is straining against my pants, but I fight to keep my focus on her.
“That’s the magic little spot, isn’t it? I’m watching everything so I can do it to you myself.”
“Yeah, please…”
That thought seems to be what she needs to go over the top. “Oh, ohhhh.”
She shakes in ecstasy, her pink softness now dripping for my eyes only. I try not to get us in an accident, because holy fuck, I don’t want to turn away.
She leans into the seat, eyes closed, trembling, as I watch.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I say to her after it seems like she’s through the aftershocks.
She takes almost a minute to recover, before she speaks again.
“I can’t believe I did that.” Genuine surprise fills her voice, still faint, a little shaky.
Shit. “Like in a bad way?”
She twists quickly in my direction. “Oh, no, no. It was…I liked it.”
Good. “I only want you to do what you like.”
“I know. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you if I’m not into something.” She inches her skirt back down.
“Definitely do, okay?” I want her to know I mean it.
She nods, giving me a little smile. After a moment of quiet, she starts taking in our surroundings. “We’ve got to be close now?”
“Ninety seconds, in fact.”
“Ah, time flies when you’re having fun.” The ends of her lips tilt up more.
A laugh bursts out of me. “You’re secretly funny, aren’t you?”
“Just a Type B girl usually buried under her Type A dreams. This is me, when I’m relaxed.”
I’m fucking into this side of her. Noted. Help Eden relax more.
Once we park in the building’s garage, I open my door so I can guide her out. But then, I realize her panties are still sitting in the cup holder. As I slip them into my pocket, her eyes clock the motion.
“Is this…is that something you…”
I can read between the lines—she’s curious about whether I normally have keepsakes.
“No, I just want yours.”