Chapter 14
Conner
This raw heart-to-heart shit is hard for me. I’m not good at confessing my feelings. I’m better at showing them.
So, I cup Taylor’s cheeks and lightly kiss her pretty mouth. Again, and again, and one more time for good measure.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise quietly, then tuck her hair behind her ears.
She’s so beautiful and the freckles on her nose make me melt.
There are thirty-three of them. Yes, I’ve counted them.
Dozens of times. And since we’re laying it all out there it seems, guess we should talk about another important thing. “What are you into?”
“Huh?”
“Do you have any… kinks?”
Some might argue I’m moving too fast, but I’d tell them to mind their own business.
This is probably the only part of Taylor I truly don’t know about, and I have no intention of slowing down with her.
I’ve gone slow my entire life with her, damnit.
Now that I’m officially off my chain, I want everything I can get.
But I want to be safe and respectful about it.
Her cheeks turn bright red and mine probably have too. It’s getting hot in here.
“Umm.” Taylor takes a step back. “Yes. I think.”
“You think?” That might be a problem. “You don’t know?”
“I haven’t really...” She buries her head in her hands. “Oh god, this is embarrassing.”
“Nothing about your kinks are embarrassing, Taylor.”
Her arms fall to her sides and her mouth drops a little like she’s in awe or something. “How do you always do that?”
“Do what?”
“Make me feel normal. Comfortable.” She blows out a breath. “Safe. You make me feel so safe, Conner.”
“Because that’s what a good man does.” It’s not her fault she hasn’t experienced a good man. It’s mine. I’ve dragged my feet long enough about it too. “Would you feel better if I told you some of mine first?”
Her eyes widen a little and she swallows hard. Then she nods.
Again, since I’m not good at using words to express myself all the time, I show her with action and drop down on my knees. Just like I did in the shower before she ran out of there like a scared mouse.
“You’re submissive?” she asks in a quiet tone.
“More like a power bottom.” Her expression makes me think she has no idea what that is. “I like being told what to do. I like pleasing. Making you happy makes me happy, Taylor. But I’m in control, even when I’m doing your bidding.”
She swallows hard and a little squeak escapes her mouth. “This could get dangerous.”
“How so?” I remain on my knees and look up at her with a casual, eager glare. Being submissive puts me in a different power position. Does she not realize that?
“What if I take advantage of you?”
“You won’t.”
“If you’re telling me you’ll happily do my bidding, Conner, then this dynamic might turn me into a monster.”
I smile and shrug. “As long as you’re a happy monster, I’m down.”
Taylor crosses her arms over her chest. I stay on my knees and stare up at her, waiting for her to test me.
“I can tell you to do anything, and you’ll do it?”
“No. But I might.”
“Brat.”
I arch an eyebrow. “I’m not about to bark like a dog.”
Lies. I absolutely would if she asked. Hell, I’d commit murder if she wanted me to.
“I would never ask you to bark like a dog, Conner.” She huffs a nervous laugh.
I fold my hands in my lap and give her patience. Does she think I’m weak on my knees like this? Does it turn her off? Turn her on? Is she uncomfortable?
Keeping my tone steady and sure, I ask, “What would you like me to do?”
She bites her lip. Her eyes dart to the bed and then the window. “Make me come with your mouth again.”
Well, well, well. Looks like someone enjoys my tongue tricks. “Get on the bed and spread your legs.”
I might be in the role of giving her everything she wants, but I’m also the man who is in control. When Taylor stumbles backwards and plops down on the bed, I wait on my knees for her to finish obeying my order.
“Spread your legs,” I say again, reminding her what she’s supposed to do.
My girl’s robe falls open as her thighs spread wider.
Maintaining eye contact, I crawl over to her. Settling between her thighs, I growl like a wolf. Then I lick her pussy with a long, lazy drag of my hot tongue. “How many times do you want to come?”
She stutters a number that I’m sure she thinks is crazy. “F-five.”
I once heard her complain to Grace, just a few months ago, that she can’t come more than once. They were comparing head game and Dean’s an eater like me. Austin, it seemed, didn’t have much of an appetite, shall we say.
“Never mind,” she says in a rush. “That’s stupid. I can’t even—”
“Shut up and let me devour you.” Without wasting more time, I dive in and tongue-fuck Taylor until her arousal is smeared all over my face. Her cunt tastes sweet and tart and my god when she gyrates hard against my mouth with her first climax, I think she splits my lip.
Hallelujah. This day could not get any better.
I lap her up and give her clit all the attention it deserves until she detonates again. Then I tease slowly, sliding my tongue in an out of her pussy obsessively. Meticulously. Her thighs quiver. She’s making a lot of sounds and pants like she’s the one doing any work here.
“Roll over.”
Taylor whimpers and does what she’s told.
I eat it from the back and make her come again. This time she screams my name. It’s the best thing in the world, too. Way better than I imagined. Her fourth and fifth orgasms take much longer to arrive. But I’m in no rush. I’ll eat her until my tongue falls off.
Not once did I use my fingers either.
This was all mouth magic.
Once I’ve wrung the fifth one out of her sweet body, I kiss her cunt and lean back, relaxing on my knees again. “How was that for you?”
“Holy shit.” Taylor’s face remains pressed against her bedding as she catches her breath. “I think I just drooled all over my comforter.”
“How’s your planet alignment?”
“Chakras,” she pants. “Not planets.”
“The fact that you can still correct me says I didn’t make you come hard enough.
” I flip her over and go down on her again.
It’s a good twenty-minutes of her fighting for her life before she finally devolves into a ragged, sweaty, crying mess again.
The bonus round of that sixth orgasm has my pride all kinds of swollen.
“That’s my good girl,” I say, kissing up her body so I can capture her mouth with mine.
“Holy crap.” She clutches her heart. “I think my BPMs are in the thousands.”
I lay beside her like a lazy cat, preening from my good work.
“I’ve never in my life come like this. I didn’t think it was possible.”
She’s crying again because her chemical dump has been pretty hefty this afternoon. I only feel a teeny tiny bit bad about it.
“This is ridiculous,” she fusses. “Who cries from orgasms?”
“Anyone who’s getting railed right, in my experience.”
She cries harder.
Scooping her up, I cradle her in my lap.
Damn this is nice for my ego. I’ve turned my girl into a basket case in the best of ways, and she’s clinging to me, while her pussy flavor coats my mouth, nose, chin and cheeks.
Hey. I’m a messy eater. I like to get it everywhere.
Sue me. I’m wearing this like a badge of honor for the rest of the day, too.
Grabbing her hand, I kiss it while rocking her and study the ring on her finger. It’s the one I gave her on her sixteenth birthday…
“What did you get Taylor?” Nick asks as he climbs in my truck.
“Just something little. You?”
“This.” He holds up a tote bag that has Mothman illustrated on it. “Filled it with boxes of tea and some candies.”
“She’s going to love that.”
“Carly helped me pick it all out. I had no idea there were so many kinds of tea bags out there.”
Pulling onto the main road, we head out to Dean’s where we’re setting up a little party for Taylor in one of the cabins.
“Do you know if Ryan’s coming?” Nick asks.
“I hope not.”
“I heard he was groveling Friday.”
It takes tremendous effort to not roll my eyes. “Whatever. He’ll never deserve her.” And I have no clue why he broke up with her. It was such a slap in the face. “Now that he dumps her, he finally figures out what a catch she is? She better not take him back.”
“Carly won’t let her. She’s the reason he dumped Taylor though.” Nick’s freezes for a second. “Okay, you did not hear that from me.”
“Got it.”
“Carly went pretty ballistic on him about his friends picking on Taylor. Then doubled down and terrorized the fucker when he dumped her. Carly even super glued his gas tank shut.” Nick shoves his finger at me. “Again, you didn’t hear that from me. Swear it.”
“I swear I didn’t hear nothing.”
“She’d kill me for telling.”
I bite back a smile. Nick’s not great at keeping secrets, and Crazy Carly is the queen of Don’t Tell.
After we pull up to the cabin, I hop out and grab the pizzas we all chipped in to get for the night. Carly’s on the porch hanging balloons.
“We have to hurry,” she says. “Dean’s about to leave so he can pick her up.”
“I’ll go get her,” I say, handing over the grub.
Nick frowns while taking the pizzas from me. “We were just in town, dude. Why didn’t we pick her up then. Now you’re going to burn all that gas.”
“It’s fine.” I hop back in and text Dean, telling him not to worry about going into town and that I was doing it.
Taylor’s not ready when I get to her house.
“She’s been upstairs for a while,” Corrine says. “Came home and went straight up after our big day out.”
“Mind if I go up?”
“Sure thing, sweetie,” Corrine flashes a warm smile before refocusing on the tea she’s making.
I hurry up the steps and stop at the top of the stairwell, my ears homing in on the sound of music softly playing. Knocking on the door to her bedroom, I poke my head in and there’s my girl, lying on her bed with a heating pad pressed to her stomach. She looks a little pale.
“Hey,” I say quietly. “What’s going on. You sick?”
“I have the worst period of my life. I’m dying.” She curls up and whimpers. “I feel it all the way down to my toes.”