Chapter 29
Conner
“Good morning, Sunshine!” Taylor jumps onto the bed, waking me up by playing bongos with my butt cheeks.
I growl and put another pillow over my head. “Stahhhp.”
She bites my ass next, making me instinctively clench my glutes. “Animal.”
She spanks me again.
“Damnit woman, it’s my day off! Let me be!” I toss a pillow at her, which she catches easily and then she pounces on me, squealing and giggling as I roll her over and pin her under me.
This is how every single one of my days off looks like.
On workdays, when I have wake up criminally early, I try to sneak out so she can sleep, but my needs always have me under the sheets, between her thighs, eating breakfast in bed before I go.
Then I kiss her goodbye and stop in for lunch just to eat again.
I love my life.
She loves my appetite.
We’re winning at this relationship, guys. I think I’ve peaked.
Taylor spreads her thighs wider to accommodate my body. “You’re going to get sick of me,” she warns.
“Not possible.” I suck on one of her tight nipples and reach between her legs to see how wet she is. “Fuuuck. How is this possible, woman? I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“I spent the morning watching thirst traps,” she confesses. “So many hot ones. I’m all a mess now.”
“Oh yeah?” I pump my finger in and out of her sweet cunt. “And who turned you on the most?”
“You’ve probably never heard of him.” Her eyes roll back when I add a second digit.
“Try me.”
“Flirt… fuuuuuck.”
“Who?” I pump into her faster.
She arches her back. “Flirt in Dirt.”
“You’re right. Never heard of him.” I hook my finger to vigorously tap her g-spot. “Is he hot?”
She’s going nonverbal on me. All I’m getting are whimpers and moans. Time to switch things up and bite her nipple. Taylor gasps and her eyes fly open. “Is he hot?” I repeat.
“Not really.”
I bite her nipple again and her pussy clenches on my fingers. “No?”
“Shut up.” She playfully smacks my head.
“Shut up, she says. Wow.” I pull out and lick my fingers clean before angling my dick to her entrance. “And what did you do while watching this not-so-hot-flirt-in-dirt guy all morning?”
“Drooled,” she moans, taking me inch by inch. “God, you feel so fucking good.” Taylor grabs my ass and sinks her nails into my flesh, coaxing me to move more. “You’re stretching me out.”
“Gonna fill you up, too.” Reaching into her bedside drawer, I pull out her little vibrator and add that to the fun. “Let’s see if we can’t make you cry today.”
For her to let all her emotions and stress out like that must be cathartic and it makes me feel like a superhero.
“Conner,” she moans.
I edge her for a while, keeping my strokes slow and long while taking the vibrator off her clit every time I feel her clenching too tight. Before long, she’s sweating and making incoherent noises. It sounds like an exorcism.
Putting her on all fours, I enter from behind and lube my finger up. Then I probe her ass while pumping into her sweet cunt. I still haven’t taken her backdoor yet, but I plan to. She’s still working up the courage for it and I’m a very patient man.
“Use that toy on yourself,” I command. “Make yourself come all over my cock.”
Taylor blindly reaches for the little vibrator, her hand patting the bed in search of it. “Where… shit… fuck…. Con…”
I lean over and place it in her frantic hand. She hits the power button and holds it between her legs. Bzzzzzz. That’s my cue to pick up the pace. I crack her ass once, twice. Probe her little, tight hole until my entire finger is in it.
She explodes in a fit of screams that will probably have the neighbors calling the cops.
“Again,” I order, loving how soaked she is.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. Do it.” Spanking her, I growl. “Don’t take that vibe off yet. Give yourself another for me.”
“Conner…”
But she’s already melting and riding another wave of pleasure. Her hips grind against me and I pump my finger in her ass faster while I continue to fuck her pussy.
Her clench game is diabolical.
“One more.”
“I think I’m going to stroke out.”
“One more,” I say, chasing my release. “I want to come while your body grips my cock. I want you to take me into you.”
What I would give to put a baby in her.
“It’s too much!” She tosses the toy across the room. I’m about to spank her for the bratty behavior but I reward her instead because she’s using her hand to get off with now.
“That’s a good girl. Work your clit for us both. Make us come, baby.”
Her breaths saw out of her. Sweat drips down my spine. The windows are open. Birds are chirping.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh….” My girl scream-gasms like a flood of demons just left her body.
These are my favorite kinds of orgasms.
Taylor sweeps me up in her pleasure and I come inside her, roaring as I hold myself flush against her and get deep as I can. She cries out because of it and pitches forward, and I go right along with her. “Don’t move,” I growl, giving her every last drop of my come. “Take it all for me.”
She claws the bedding. Her hair looks like a wild bird’s nest.
When I pull out, I kiss down her spine while catching my breath. “Are you okay?”
Taylor doesn’t answer at first. Shit. Was that too rough? Too deep? I check my dick to see if she’s bleeding. I know I hit her cervix, but she told me she likes the pain/pleasure combo from it. What if I went too far though?
“Taylor?” I gently roll her over. “Taylor, are you—”
She bursts into tears.
Shit, shit, shit! “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
The noises coming out of her are half laugh, half sobs and it’s confusing. It’s also how she gets when she comes too hard. Did I hurt her or is this a chemical dump of epic proportions?
“All my planets left the galaxy!” she whines, hitting my biceps. “Oh my god, Conner, I can’t come that hard anymore. I’ll never be fit for this existence.”
Relief floods me and I fall back on the bed, laughing my ass off.
“It’s not funny! My soul just left my body!” She climbs on top of me and straddles my waist. “Stop laughing!”
I can’t. This is just too great. And my ego is strutting big time.
“Damn you!” She playfully whacks my pecs. “It’s not funny. I can’t be all out of alignment when I have yoga classes to teach.”
“Namaste in bed with me forever then.” I pull her down for a kiss. “Let me put you in retrograde.”
“Do you even know what that means?”
Nope. But she likes when I talk astrology to her, so I make it up as I go along.
We hold each other for a long time and I almost fall back asleep until my phone buzzes.
It’s a number I don’t recognize so I let it go to voicemail. It’s probably a new client making an appointment or some shit. And I have a strict no work on my day off policy. No job is worth giving up my Taylor time for.
“What did you want to do today?” she asks while running her fingers lazily up and down my chest.
“Whatever you want.”
“We have to go grocery shopping.”
We. We’re a we now. “Make me a list and I’ll go get it.”
“No, I’d rather do it because you’re terrible at picking the best pineapples.”
No argument there. The last two were overripe and the one before that was bitter and tough. Taylor eats pineapples a lot. She tastes incredible and gives a lot of the credit to those delightful fruits. Now I eat them too.
“I wanted to fix the hose out back.” Twirling her hair between my fingers is so calming. I’ve made a habit of it. The ends are like silky ribbons that curl perfectly around my index finger. “Want to divide and conquer for a little while today?”
“Yeah, sure.” She sounds totally fine with that.
“Look at us. We’re like an old married couple already.”
She giggles into my chest. “It’s really nice.” Taylor lifts her head up and smiles. “I can’t believe how easy it is to be with you like this.”
Same.
“I do have one complaint though.”
She lifts off of me, her brows furrowing. “What’s that?”
“You still haven’t gone out on a real date with me.” I look away, dramatically. “I’m starting to think you’re just using me for my thirst traps and magic tongue.”
“And your dick. Don’t forget that.”
“Mmm. Yes. That too.”
She sits up on her knees and man, the way the sunlight shines on her is magical. I’m in love with a real-life goddess.
“Well… are you going to ask me or what?”
“Taylor, will you go on a date with me tonight?”
She purses her lips and checks her non-existent watch. “I guess.”
“You guess?” I roll her over and tickle her until she devolves into cackles.
“Yes! Yes, okay!” She laughs louder because I don’t stop. “Con! Stop before I pee myself!”
I put my hands up. “Wait. Are you into golden showers?”
“Ugh! You ass!” She tosses a pillow at my head and then dashes into the bathroom. I lay back in bed, feeling like the luckiest man on earth because what is this life? How the hell did I manage to win at everything?
My cell rings again and I check it. Then send it straight to voicemail. If it’s not someone in my contacts list, they’re not getting my time today.
Although having the business calls forwarded to my cell will have to stop once I have a proper office person to handle all this shit.
For now, I’ve focused on hiring good workers, but I’m going to look at getting an assistant because fielding calls and shuffling the ever-packed schedule will drain my soul.
At sixteen, I started at Larson Landscaping doing nothing but office work because I was too young to operate most of the equipment and believe me when I tell you, I learned a lot about the backend of a business that way, but the instant I could legally operate all the heavy machinery, I flew out of the trailer and onto the nearest backhoe.
Fuck that paperwork shit. And phone calls. Gah, and emails! It’s awful stuff.
Give me dirt, bees, flowers, and sweat any day.
Taylor offered to help in the office, but I don’t want her to. She hated being that person for her dad and did it anyway because hello, family, but I’m determined to hire someone new so she can enjoy her own business and have fun with me.
Rolling out of bed, I stretch and crack my neck.
Taylor and I take showers, then I get dressed to head to the gym while she online shops.
“Dinner at seven,” I remind her. “I’ll make reservations.”
“Okay.”
“Love you.” I kiss her head and leave with a plan.