Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
C onnor’s dick plunges forward, filling me completely. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to stop myself from screaming and letting the entire school know what’s going on in this study room.
“Fuck me,” Connor hisses from where he has me bent over the desk.
“Pretty sure you’re the one doing the fucking.” I smile at him from over a shoulder.
His hand lifts before it comes down and slaps my right ass cheek. “You need to come. I want to feel your cunt convulsing around my dick, Aurora.”
“Make me then.” We both know I don’t take orders well. If there is anything I don’t like, it’s being told what to do. Even in this scenario.
Connor chuckles. “You want me to make you come? You want me to make your body explode with pleasure?” he asks, slowing his pace. His cock pumps in and out of me. I feel every inch of him.
“I want you to make me see stars, Connor.”
One of his hands reaches under me. His fingers press against my clit, rubbing small circles.
Bolts of pleasure run through my entire body.
Connor’s thrusts pick up speed again, and the sound of our skin slapping together fills my ears.
I don’t know how we haven’t been caught yet, considering how often we’re in here.
“Come, Aurora. Fucking give me what I want,” he grits out.
“Don’t you dare come before me,” I warn him.
“Never,” he says, pumping harder. I should know he has never let himself come before I do. I don’t know how he manages to do it, because I’ve actually tried numerous times to make him lose that last shred of control he has.
Connor’s other hand wraps around my ponytail. My neck bends backwards. “Fuck,” I groan as I let go. I can’t hold back anymore. I come, my pussy convulsing around him, just like he wanted.
“Yes, you feel so fucking good.” Connor thrusts into me one more time before his body stills behind me. After a few seconds, he pulls out and flips me over and his lips slam onto mine. “I fucking love you,” he tells me.
“I love you. Probably too much.”
“Good. Because I love you more than anything.” He stands and holds out a hand. I take it and slide off the desk.
Then he bends over and picks up my panties before passing them to me. He doesn’t destroy them anymore. The thought of me walking around without anything underneath my skirt drives him insane.
Once I’m completely dressed, I pull the scrunchie from my hair, running my fingers through the ends before tying it back up. Connor is leaning against the wall, staring at me, his legs crossed at the ankles.
“What?” I ask him.
“You really are beautiful,” he says. “Hold still.” He takes his phone from his pocket, holds it up, and snaps a picture of me.
“If anyone sees that on your phone, we’re both dead,” I remind him.
“Worth it.” He smirks.
I pick up my bag and grab the breakfast wraps and two bottles of orange juice I brought with me. “Eat. You’re going to need your energy later,” I say as I pass him one of each.
“You made me breakfast? I never pictured you for being domesticated, mo mhuirnín ,” he replies, unwrapping the paper.
“First, I’ve told you before… I’m not your sweetheart, and I’m also not domesticated. I stopped at the store and picked these up.”
“Thank you. And you’re wrong.”
“About what?” I ask before biting into my breakfast.
“You are my sweetheart, and I don’t care if you say or think otherwise. You can’t change my mind.”
I smile, bigger than I should because the thought of being Connor’s sweetheart is… Well, it makes those pesty butterflies swarm in my stomach. “You know, I don’t hate being yours.”
“Thanks for breakfast. See you in math. Also, I’ve made plans for us after school.” Connor leans in and kisses me one more time before walking out of the study room.
I’ve never loved math class more than I do right now. I just have to get through two other periods first.
Walking through the hall, I head straight for my locker.
I make sure to put an extra sway in my hips when I see Connor across the hall with Kenny.
His eyes roam up the length of my body. Even after just being with him in the library, I want him again.
It’s a hunger I’ve never felt before and one I want to feed. Constantly.
“You look flushed. Are you feeling okay?” Mabilia is waiting at my locker.
“Uh-huh, fine,” I tell her, punching in my pin and opening the metal door.
“Sure you are. You might want to tell that Irishman to stop eye-fucking you. It’s obvious,” she says.
“He has a name,” I grunt.
“Yep, but I like Irishman better,” she says, snapping her P.
“Whatever. I’ve got to get to class. I need you to cover for me this afternoon. I have to disappear for a few hours.”
“Fine. We can be each other’s alibis. I have plans too.” She raises her eyebrows up and down.
My nose scrunches up. “Gross.” With that, I slam my locker closed and walk away.
I have no idea what kind of plans Connor made. He just said after school. Now, I’m waiting for him in the room in the library, but he’s not here. I keep checking my phone, and still nothing.
I’m tempted to call him, to find out what’s keeping him, but that would be needy, right? Just as I’m about to cave, a text pops up on my screen.
Charming:
Room 69, Four Seasons Midtown. There’s a key for you at reception under the name Briar Rose. There’s an ID card in your locker to match the name.
I roll my eyes at the alias he gave me. Really? That’s original.
Me:
A hotel room? And you couldn’t think of a better name?
Charming:
Are you coming or not? And I happen to love Sleeping Beauty.
My stomach does that swarming thing again as I type out a reply.
Me:
See you soon.
I tap the card against the keypad, and the little screen lights up green before I push inside the room and let the door close behind me.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it.
The entryway is lit up with candles all over the floor, and a path of rose pedals leads me past the living area and into the bedroom of the suite where Connor is sitting on the bed.
More candles are randomly placed around the room. And flowers too. So many flowers are scattered everywhere. “You did all this?”
“I skipped last period,” Connor says with a nervous smile.
“Why?” I ask, dropping my bag to the floor.
He hands me a flute of champagne. “Because I want as many memories with you as possible, and I don’t want them to all be over the table of a study room. You deserve better than that.”
“Thank you. This is… incredible.” I bring the champagne to my lips, and the sweet bubbles float over my tongue.
“ You are incredible.” Connor reaches for me, pulling me down on top of him so I’m straddling his waist. The champagne spills all over the front of my blouse in the process.
“Well, you have me for a few hours, Mr. O’Malley. What do you plan to do with me?” I toss my now-empty glass to the floor.
“First, I’m going to lick every drop of this thousand-dollar bottle from your chest. Then I’m going to lick every single inch of your body.” His tongue runs along my cleavage.
“Mmm, I think I like those plans,” I tell him, watching as he unbuttons my blouse. I’m going to have to trash it. That champagne is not coming out. Thankfully, I won’t be needing this uniform for much longer anyway.
“Fucking perfection,” Connor groans, his hand cupping my breast while his tongue continues to lap the spilled champagne from my skin.