Chapter 12
Conner
Holy. Shit. Is this real?
As I suds up, my mouth still feels like hers is pressed to it. Her taste lingers on my tongue. The little noises she made still ring in my ears.
I came here to figure out if she likes me and I think I got my answer, guys.
Fucking hell, my dick’s so hard it could punch through a cement wall. I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve pined over this woman for most of my life and now look. My patience has paid off.
Except… she left the shower. Just after I went down on my knees for her, she left me. It’s hard to not read into it too much, and she did tell me to hurry up and meet her in the bedroom so maybe it’s all good. She didn’t leave because I turned her off.
But what if?
What if she’s reconsidering this?
Did we just screw everything up?
Relax, asshole. She nearly ripped your clothes to shreds out there. She wants you.
Yeah. Okay. I’ve got this.
My hands shake as I turn off the water and grab a towel.
Quickly drying off, I feel a little sick.
I’m scared of what I’ll find in her bedroom.
Will Taylor be dressed or naked? Does she want to talk or bang or something else?
Do I get dressed or go out in a towel or stroll in there naked with my dick leading the way?
Wiping the steam off her mirror, I stare at my reflection and the fading bruises on my face. I wish I looked better than this. She deserves a good-looking man, not a bruised, rugged, dirt man like me.
Shit, my heart’s pounding hard. How many beats per minute before I’m in stroke territory?
I’ve never been nervous like this before.
Any woman I’ve been with was no big deal to me—harsh but true.
Taylor’s the only big deal to me. And now I have to go out there and face her and see where this goes. Today is the day. Carpe Taylor.
After securing a towel around my hips and fixing my hair so the curls look decent, I use her mouthwash just as an extra boost of confidence.
Her bathroom is across the hall from her bedroom, and I see her pacing in a robe.
When she spots me coming, she panics, grabs a book, and sits on the edge of her bed.
But her ass misses the mattresses, and she falls flat on her ass.
“Ooof!”
I rush over to her and help her up. “Are you okay?” I ask, laughing.
She gives me the cutest babydoll eyes and her cheeks burst into shades of red. “I’m good.” Taylor grabs my hand, and I help her up, then we both sit on the bed next to each other. “My pride is so bruised right now.”
“Can’t be any worse than my face.”
We laugh again and I have no idea where to go from here. Is this it? Have we friended too hard that taking any steps in the romance department will devolve into giggles and jokes?
Silence falls between us and I’m pretty sure she’s going to give me the “look, Conner, this is nice and all but maybe we shouldn’t take it further. I love you like a brother, so this is too weird.”
If that happens, I’m going to drive my truck off the nearest cliff.
“Taylor…” I shift so I can face her better. “I’m—”
She attacks me like a cougar with a rabbit. My girl straddles my lap and kisses me hard and rips her robe off and is absolute chaos. I go right along with it because hell yeah.
My hands skate all over her silky skin and I cup her breasts, desperate to suck on them. Urging her up higher so I can do just that, my tongue swirls around her tight nipple and I suckle on one, then the other. Damn, the noises she’s making are phenomenal.
We start kissing again and Taylor scrapes her nails across my pecs and goes further down, down, down until she reaches my towel. “Take this off,” she urges.
“Take it off yourself.”
She arches her brow. Then the biggest smile ever spreads across her sweet face and she yanks the towel so damn hard my ass lifts off the bed. She tugs and tugs until I’m out of it and then she tosses it on the floor.
Her eyes widen when she sees my cock. I lie still and pray she doesn’t run out of the room screaming. It’s not like I’m hung like a donkey. I’m just incredibly exposed right now and either she’s going to take advantage of it—like I hope—or freak out and run—like I fear.
“Whose horse is that?” she asks, her voice pitched higher than normal.
“What?”
“That’s not going to fit,” she whispers, gawking at my dick. “That’s like never going to fit.”
“Yes, it will.”
She won’t break eye contact with it. Damn, had she not looked in the shower? My mind races through those precious moments and no, I don’t think she did. Okay. Wow. If she didn’t look then, I’ll make sure she keeps staring now.
Pride swells in my chest along with a hefty dose of confidence as my hand trails down my chest, teasing, tempting, like I’m her personal thirst trap. Her gaze stays locked on my body while I wrap my hand around the base of my dick and stroke it nice and slow, once… twice…
Her chest rises and falls as she watches me.
“See something you want?” I tease while sliding my fingers up and down my shaft.
“Just… give me a minute.” She swallows hard. “You have no idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about seeing you naked.”
She shouldn’t have said that, because now I’m going to put on a show. Give her a view that will sear into her brain and ruin all other men for her.
I slide up the bed and relax my head on a pillow.
Then I spread my thighs a little more and continue to run my fingers up and down my shaft.
I keep my gaze locked on hers, loving that she’s still looking where my hand is, and then I grip the base of my dick and squeeze it hard.
It feels so good I groan, which drags her attention up to my eyes.
I spit on my hand and stroke myself again.
Nice and slow. With my other hand, I crook my finger to beckon her over.
She doesn’t move.
That’s okay. I’ll let her watch all she wants. Biting my lip, I tip my head back, making my strokes longer and a little faster. Running my other hand all over my body, I stop at my pec and squeeze it and pinch my nipple. Groan again. Closing my eyes, I part my lips, and whisper her name.
The bed dips when she climbs onto it again.
“Such a fucking tease,” she murmurs before putting her mouth over the head of my cock.
“Fuuuuck.” My hips kick up of their own accord, so she has to take me deeper down her throat.
My hands thread into her hair so I can hold myself there a little longer.
Taylor takes as much of me as she can, until she gags, and I almost come on the spot.
The groan that rumbles out of me now is more like a whimper.
Taylor sucks me as if she’s trying to memorize my veins with her tongue.
Her head bobs and my toes curl. Then she takes more of me until I hit the back of her throat. She gags again but doesn’t stop.
“Pull off,” I beg.
She doesn’t.
“Shit, Taylor, you gotta pull off.”
But my hand’s still on the top of her head, setting a nice pace as she sucks me off and I’m going to blow my load in three seconds if she doesn’t stop. “Please… mmph… I’m gonna…”
She starts slurping, and that’s what does it for me.
No man can resist a gluck-gluck-6000. I come in her mouth, my cock pulsing hard and stars burst in my vision.
When she pulls back, Taylor’s got some of my cum on her mouth and chin.
Before I can do something about it, she wipes her finger across the mess and sucks her digit clean.
I groan, watching her. “That was hot.”
“I think I unhinged my jaw.”
That makes me sit up, terrified I hurt her. “Shit. Are you okay?”
Taylor freezes for a second, her eyebrows knitting together, and then she busts out laughing. “Oh my god, you should see your face right now.” She cackles and holds her chest and tips her head back and laughs even louder.
What a brat!
“Think that’s funny, do you?” I flip her over, so we’ve switched positions. “Let’s see if you’re still laughing in thirty seconds.”
I’ll only need ten.
Taylor giggles but whatever was about to come out of her smart mouth cuts off once my tongue glides up her cunt. Spreading her pussy lips, I look at how pretty it is, lock in on her clit, and get to flicking my tongue.
Ten… nine… eight…
She groans, digging her hand in my hair and spreading her thighs wider.
Seven…six…five…
I add a finger into her pussy and pump it in and out.
Four…three...two…
I pull off.
Taylor squeaks and grabs my hair by the roots. “Don’t stop!”
“I don’t hear you laughing anymore.”
With my head still between her legs, I wink at her and then get down to having fun. Hooking my finger to hit her g-spot, I suck on her clit and make her detonate so hard she cries.
These are the only tears I can handle from this day forward.
Taylor sobs, laughs, and pants in flustered confusion while I pepper her with little kisses until I reach her mouth. “Are you okay?”
“You just knocked all my planets out of retrograde.”
I kiss her softly and then lie next to her so we can cuddle while she rides her drop.
Not gonna lie, I’m pretty proud to have her in this state, even if I feel a little sorry for her.
Taylor has no idea what’s she’s in for with me.
I’ve been obsessed with this woman for most of my life and now that I’ve been given permission to have my way with her?
There will be no end to my torment and pleasure.
Pressing my mouth to hers, I let her taste herself on my tongue.
She groans and takes charge of the moment, wrapping her arms around me to keep me close.
Her tongue swipes along mine and she pulls back a little, sucking my bottom lip.
Who the flying fuck taught her to kiss like that?
I’m torn between sending them flowers and a death threat.
“How on earth did you learn to do that with your tongue, Conner Montgomery?
My cockiness comes out full force as I say, “Honey, I’ve been eating pudding cups without a spoon since I was like ten years old.”
Her laugh rips through the room and she smacks my shoulder. “Oh my god.”
We curl on our sides and face each other, neither of us saying anything.
“So ummm.” Her cheeks are rosy again. “What now?”
“What do you mean?”
Her brow furrows and her babydoll eyes look up at me with worry. “Like, how do we do this?”