Chapter 19 Connor
Chapter nineteen
Connor
HOLDING ON
Hayden bounces through my door right on eight, and I leap from the bed and kiss him immediately. I haven’t gotten an alert all day, so I’m hoping that means they’ve given up their search for me.
“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” I say, releasing him. “Don’t worry, I know your mind’s been on other things. How is the book coming?”
His face lights up with a brilliant smile.
“It’s amazing, at least I think it is. I figured out my killer today.” He glances around with a confused frown on his face. “Where’s Lulu?”
“She’s having a sleepover with Cuddles up at the house. I thought we could have some alone time. Tell me about this killer.”
“It was this article I read that gave me the idea for him. Have you seen this thing online about the missing millionaire?”
My stomach sinks, and I release him and turn to busy myself with the plate of strawberries I brought over from the house for us.
“I think I saw something about it,” I reply, trying to sound indifferent when in reality my pulse is racing as my mind contemplates the paths this conversation might take. “You say it helped you come up with your killer?”
“Yeah, there are all these ridiculous posts with people claiming they saw him in some country bar or on a yacht in the Maldives, but there was this one post that claimed he is wanted for questioning in a string of murders, and I thought that would actually be a cool story.”
“So you made your killer a millionaire hiding out on your ranch?”
“No. He’s going to be the mayor’s son.”
“That’s… different,” I say, turning and passing him a strawberry, eating one myself in hopes that the sweet tart berry will help calm my nerves.
“Well, as long as you don’t mind spoilers?”
I shake my head.
“Well,” he continues, taking the strawberry but not actually taking a bite yet because he’s far too excited to eat, and it’s almost impossible for me to focus on anything but his pure elation.
“He orders disguises online and dresses like a vagrant, kidnapping and murdering tourists who are passing through the small town. But get this. He’ll bury them in unused sections of farmland. ”
“So how does the cop come into the story then? Is he the small-town sheriff?” I ask, loving the way his excitement builds.
“He’s taken on the job, but only because one of the victims got away, and so he took on the post in hopes of uncovering who the killer is. You see, he’s sure it has to be a rancher.”
Hayden bites into the strawberry slowly, purposefully, teasing his lips over it as he closes the distance between us.
“So he gets close to the rancher?” I ask, and he drops the strawberry top onto the plate behind me and slides his fingers up the hem of my shirt.
“He gets very close, so close that he’s not sure he wants to know the truth, because he doesn’t want to give up what he’s found. Thank you for that idea, by the way.”
“He would want the truth, though, wouldn’t he?” I ask, my heart still beating a little fast, but my cock has taken notice as he takes my shirt over my head and kisses along my collarbone.
“I think he’ll want the man he’s fallen for, no matter his past.”
“I’m not sure that’s how the real world works,” I sigh.
“Good thing it’s a work of fiction then.”
“Yes. A work of fiction.”
He pushes up on his toes and kisses me again, his tongue eager, needy, perfect.
While there is no truth in his serial killer plot, my secrets are real.
I keep reminding myself, he’s only mine for a little while, but somehow his leaving this place to return to his life before me is easier to bear than knowing my secrets sent him away.
“I think you should raise the bed. I have a toy to show you,” he says, stepping back to grab the satchel bag from the floor by the door that I didn’t even see him bring in with him. “If you’re still interested.”
He glances back at me, bent over ass up, and fuck my cock aches for him. I’d give him anything he asked for, I know it. I start turning the crank to raise the bed and reveal the shower beneath.
“I thought I made that clear already, but if not, I’ll say it slowly,” I begin as the bed locks into place against the ceiling, and I unbuckle my belt. “You can have me any which way you want me. I’ll try any toy, any position, anything you want.”
He pulls out a gray silicone tapered dildo and a bottle of lube as I kick off my pants and give my aching cock a slow stroke.
“Turn the shower on and put your hands on the wall,” he commands, and I fucking love it.
Glancing back, I watch him undress quickly before joining me under the water. He repositions the showerhead so that the warm water is cascading over my shoulders, then mostly runs down my sides in a slow stream.
Grabbing me by the hips, he maneuvers my stance backward. I arch my body to be able to keep my hands on the wall as instructed, and now with my ass out, his large hands sweep over my cheeks in circles.
“I’m going to make you beg for my cock,” he says as the cool, slick lube runs down my crease. I gasp, but his fingers are there in a moment to spread it up and down in soft, slow strokes.
“I can beg you now.”
I feel him shift behind me, but I’m leaning too far forward to look. I really need to put a mirror on this wall.
His warm breath sweeps over my entrance.
“I want you to need me inside you so badly that it hurts, then and only then will I give you what you crave,” he says, the words tickling me in new, delightful ways. Then his lips press against my entrance.
“Oh, fuck,” I call as he kisses me there, his tongue pressing flat against my entrance, sliding up as his lips suction around me.
I start leaning back into him, breaths coming heavy now, moving in pulses, my ass cheeks clenching his face, as waves of pleasure roll through my body. “That is so good,” I moan.
The soft vibrations of his toy sound through my heavy breaths, and my heartbeat quickens in anticipation of what’s to come.
“I’ll go slow,” he says, and the second the cool silicone toy touches the dimple just above my ass, sending its soft vibrations through my spine, I know I’m going to love this.
It’s slippery with what I have to assume is lube, and he clenches one ass cheek in his fist as he starts the slow descent.
Just when he’s about to reach the sensitive skin surrounding my hole, he moves around it instead.
“You’re teasing me,” I say, and he hums.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it.”
“What about this?” he asks, finally letting the toy skim over my entrance. My ass cheeks clench on instinct, and that sends the vibrations deeper, making my legs wobble just a little.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I groan, and he slides it up and down slowly over and over.
“Are you ready for it to go in a little?” he asks, sweeping his free hand up my leg and gripping my balls.
“Fuck yes.”
He gives my aching balls a soft tug and then presses the toy against my hole. The sting is instant, but I focus on relaxing, which is easier given that the thing is vibrating in a steady hum.
He goes slow, twisting the toy on the way and then slides it all the way out, a soft whine escaping from my lips.
“You okay?” he asks, and I turn my head as far as I can to the side.
“I was fucking brilliant until you took it out.”
“It’s going back in, I just wanted to add some more lube. Face front, or I’ll leave it out even longer.”
“Tease.”
“You love it.”
I don’t reply because a moment later I’m gasping as he pushes the vibrating toy further in than before in one smooth motion, then he does something and the vibration changes to a pulse and his warm mouth sucks on my ass cheek, biting down as he goes deeper and deeper.
“That’s it, I knew you’d open up for me,” he says, and he slides the toy out before moving it back in over again. I try to stay focused on staying relaxed, but he brushes past my prostate, sending jolts of electricity through to my balls, and my ass clenches tight around it.
His hand palms my ass cheek, massaging it until I relax again.
“Please tell me I’m ready for you,” I groan, and his soft chuckle follows.
“Once you take the whole thing, then I might consider fucking you.”
“It’s not all the way in?” I ask, glancing back again to see him shrug. “Go all in, I can take it,” I say, and he bites his lower lip a little and his eyes narrow.
“Maybe I want to kiss you again,” he says, lowering the toy to the ground and biting my ass cheek.
“You can have me any way you want me, but your mouth won’t stretch me open enough to take you.”
“It will if it has help,” he says, moving to the side, grabbing a towel, and tossing it folded on the shower floor beside me. The water immediately soaks through it.
“For your ass,” he says, and I sit leaning back and folding my hands behind my head as he moves between my legs, his long, hard cock glistening, taunting me before he lowers his face between my legs and sucks one of my balls into his mouth.
“Oh, hell,” I moan, and then he moves lower.
The water falls over my side, as I pull my knees up higher and give him all the access he needs.
Then his hot mouth surrounds me, and his tongue pushes inside.
I clench my hair in my fingers. His mouth is joined by his fingers, teasing around and then moving inside, swirling in every which way that I can no longer tell what is his fingers and what is his tongue, but all of it is incredible.
He stretches me open, working in more fingers between long, slow sweeps of his tongue.
My cock is aching, hard, and desperate for release.
“Please,” I beg. “I have to be ready. I want you. I need you,” I moan.
He mumbles something while still buried in my ass, and it only heightens the rolling waves of pleasure surging through my body.
“Oh, fuck, Hayden, please, I need you. I want you so bad. I’m begging you. Please.”
He moves away, taking his fingers with him, and the cool air that hits is just another tantalizing addition to the anticipation of what’s to come.
He kneels between my thighs, rolling a condom over his long, hard cock, my chest heaving up and down as I watch him coat it in lube, then shift closer.
He rests one hand on my lower stomach as he positions himself at my entrance.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll come without even touching that glorious cock of yours,” he says, and it twitches in reply like it’s accepting the challenge on my behalf. “Are you ready for me?”
“Fuck yes.”
Pushing inside, the initial sting is over in moments, replaced by the pressure building as he buries himself deeper. Filling me so perfectly, all the while his lustful gaze is locked on where his cock is inching further inside.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” he breathes.
I suddenly wish I were on my knees and not my back. If I were, I’d be pushing back on him, forcing him deeper, giving me what I want. What I need. All of him inside me.
My ass relaxes, trying to draw him in, and he grips my thigh hard. His teasing me with how torturously slow he’s pushing inside looks to be affecting him almost as much as me.
“Why are you holding back? I know I’m ready for you.”
His gaze picks up to meet mine, a devilish smirk on his lips.
“I enjoy the anticipation almost as much as the release. Your ass wants me, I can tell. Your cock is leaking, I bet it is aching hard.”
“You’d bet right, so are you going to fuck me already and give me what I need?”
He palms my thigh with his free hand, holding his cock still excruciatingly far away.
There’s nothing I love more than being fucked.
Feeling my body open for them, taking them inside, wrapping them in my heat, clenching around them.
As much as I love that feeling, almost equally, I crave this, being taken, being completely at the mercy of another.
Not many men are willing to be that for me.
They see a muscled cowboy and automatically see a top, but while I enjoy fucking a tight little hole, this is my delicious perfection.
“Remember, no touching that beautiful cock.”
“Fuck me already, and I won’t have to,” I reply, my breath coming out in a wanting rasp that brings a gleam to his eye.
“I could withdraw,” he says, and I feel him pull out a little.
“Please, don’t. I need you so bad.”
My words are desperate, needy, and thankfully exactly what he wants, because a second later, he’s pushing forward, only he doesn’t slow this time until he’s seated, and he pulls his guiding hand away to grip my hip.
His eyes flutter closed for a moment before they set on me with a new fire behind them. The softness of his earlier gaze replaced by something darker, hungrier, lustful. He’s fucking perfect, and right now, he’s mine.