Chapter 13 #2
It takes every ounce of my willpower not to come in my jeans as she rides it out, as I drag it on longer with my tongue, my lips, my fingers, with everything I have to give her.
When she finally releases her grip on my head and collapses back against the bed, breathless, her bare chest heaving, a light blush spread across her breasts, I’m barely hanging on by a thread.
But I am nowhere near done with her.
I slowly pull my soaked fingers from inside her and lift them to my mouth to suck off the rest of her release. She watches me do it with hooded eyes, then her gaze dips to the slightly wet spot forming at the front of my jeans from the precum that couldn’t be contained while I ate her out.
She pushes up with one hand and reaches for me, grabbing my waistband and tugging me down. “You have exactly ten seconds to get inside me, Connor McBride.”
That was not the plan…
“Or what?”
A devious grin I recognize all too well as a warning spreads across her lips. “Or you won’t like the consequences.”
RAVEN
Connor McBride has turned me into a quivering, mindless, boneless mess.
My clit throbs and my pussy still ripples from the force of the orgasm he just gave me, and by the looks of it, he’s barely clinging to the last vestiges of his control.
I saw him lose it last night, and God, I want that again.
All of it.
I want him to let go of all those things that have him wound so tightly.
Those things that darken his eyes to an almost black like they were when he was reading my story.
Those things that appear in his nightmares and drove him up this mountain.
Those ones that make him want to stay here when his life and family are down there.
I want all of that directed at me right now, want to see him free, but the look in his eye says he has other plans, despite the warning I just issued.
A grin plays at his lips, still glistening with my release before his tongue darts out over them the same way it just did his fingers. He leans in and grabs my wrists, pinning my hands down on the mattress as he settles his weight on me. “Are you threatening me, Firefly?”
We both know I don’t stand a chance against this man physically.
He’s too big.
Too muscular.
Too fucking strong.
But it has never been a physical game with Connor McBride.
Our sparring sessions have always been about mentally fucking with each other and getting under the other’s skin.
And I don’t need my hands to do that…
I lift my head from the pillow, feathering my lips along his stubbled jaw until I reach his ear. My chest presses into his now, and his erratic heartbeat slamming against his ribcage gives away just how easy it will be to nudge him in the right direction.
The direction that will end with his thick cock buried inside me—sooner rather than the later he seems intent on tonight.
Later doesn’t work for me when I’m this worked up, when he’s done this to me.
I graze my teeth along the shell of his ear, and a deep groan rumbles in his chest as he shifts restlessly on top of me, grinding his hard cock against my belly. “That wasn’t a threat, Connor.” I drag my tongue along the same path my teeth just took, making him shudder. “That was a promise.”
He tries to draw his hips back, to put a little space between us, but I wrap my legs around him, pinning him in place the same way he has my hands pinned.
I arch into him, ensuring he feels the wet heat of my cunt through the already damp denim encasing his cock, and another groan tumbles from his lips.
I capture the tail end of it with a kiss. One he returns in earnest, his hands tightening around my wrists, pressing them even harder into the mattress beneath me.
His massive body trembles with his restraint, and I roll my hips against him, grinding on his length until he finally tears his mouth from mine, his chest heaving and breath unsteady.
Those onyx eyes have returned, but they aren’t darkened by the demons that haunt him now; pure lust swims in their depths. The kind that can’t be ignored or controlled. The same that overtook us last night.
“You truly are a devil in angel’s clothing, Firefly.”
I grin and suck on his bottom lip. “I’m in your clothing.”
“Shit…” He shakes his head, his eyes roaming over his shirt still covering my arms and open beneath me. “God knows I’m no angel…”
I sink my teeth into his lip, and his entire body goes rigid. “Then get out of these pants and fucking prove it.”
It only takes a split-second to know I’ve won.
His grip on my wrists loosens enough for me to slip my hands free and reach between us to fumble with his jeans.
I manage to get them open, and he shoves them down, toeing off his boots onto the floor so he can slide off the bed and pull his pants free.
He tugs off his socks and grabs the hem of his t-shirt, tugging it up over his head and letting it fall with the rest of our clothes.
Hell…
He stands at the edge of the bed, fully nude in front of me for the first time in our lives, and my pussy clenches again just looking at Connor McBride in all his natural glory.
Strong, broad shoulders.
Bulging biceps above thickly corded forearms that end with strong, calloused hands.
A massive chest that tapers to rock hard abs leading to his thick length jutting out proudly, more than ready for me.
I had that monster inside me last night?
Good God.
He reaches down and strokes it as he climbs onto the bed, his knees making the mattress sink. Poised above me, he continues to touch himself, and something about such a powerful man handling his cock that way makes my skin rush with heat.
I reach up and grab his wrist, stilling the movement and tug him down on top of me. He settles between my legs and drags the head of his cock through my release. Closing my eyes, I wrap my arms around him and arch up in invitation, but he slips just the head of it inside me and stills.
What?
I open my eyes and gaze up at him. “Why’d you stop?”
Connor brushes his lips across mine in an almost reverent way. In a way that steals my breath and momentarily stops my heart. “Because I want to take you slow.”
God, that sounds like torture…
Probably because it would be.
Because that’s what this man wants to do.
Torture me.
He wants to make me suffer the way that I’ve made him suffer the last fifteen years, and I suppose I maybe deserve it after all I’ve learned about the past and this current Connor.
A smirk pulls at his lips. “Don’t look so terrified, Raven.”
“Shouldn’t I be?”
The tiniest flicker of uncertainty flashes across his gaze before he slowly pushes into me until he’s fully seated. My pussy contracts around him as I adjust to his thick length, the stretch both delicious and borderline painful with the ache still there from last night.
“Fuck…”
That single word that perfectly sums up my thoughts on the current situation too tumbles from his lips as he drops his forehead against mine.
His heavy breath fans across my lips, and he buries his fingers in my hair and tilts my head up so he can capture my mouth with his.
The kiss is mind-bending in a way our others haven’t been.
It’s slow and torturously sweet.