Chapter 40 #2
At first, it was a gentle peck. Something to stem the tide, keep the overwhelming emotion at bay. But as I pulled away, he pushed forward, catching my lips again. This time, hazy from the whirlwind of feelings that took flight inside of me, I kissed him deeper.
A shudder moved down his body.
He groaned and fanned his fingers along my neck, keeping me close.
Sparks danced up my legs.
He skimmed his hands over my skirt and played with the lace of my panties through my tights.
“I want you.” He lowered his voice, sounding hungry and decidedly tortured, and pleaded, “All of you.”
He closed his hands into fists around my tights, and I felt moisture gather between my legs.
My breath caught, realizing what he meant. “Here?”
“Fuck, Mal.” A beleaguered sigh moved through his lips, his warm breath tickling my neck. My nipples peaked inside my bra. “Everywhere.”
His eyes begged for permission, jaw flexed.
I nodded.
With a quick yank, he pulled both my panties and tights down, leaving me naked under my skirt. They bunched around my ankles. “Sit on the ladder, Mal.”
My face flushed.
“What?” I asked breathlessly.
He clicked the wheels with his foot to lock them in place and bracketed his arms against each side.
“I can have you?” His voice was smoke by the time it touched my ear. “Wherever I want you, right?”
Desire ached at the apex of my thighs. “Yes.”
“Good.” A wicked smile crested up the side of his cheek. “Then sit on the ladder. And spread your legs.”
I did what I was told and came to sit at the edge of a rung.
He pressed a kiss on my neck and took his time moving down my body. My stomach dipped and bowed when he got down to my navel.
My mind went completely blank, focused only on the heat of his touch, as he parted my knees with firm hands.
He lined a few short kisses along my inner thigh before drawing my clit into his mouth, stroking it with his tongue as my head slowly tipped back.
In my relatively extensive research, I found that men my age came in two varieties: the ones who ate pussy like they were allergic to it and the ones who devoured it like it was their last meal.
Lucky for me, Conrad belonged to the latter category.
His thumb replaced his tongue and he slipped his fingers into me slowly, sending tendrils of pleasure moving down my body. I threaded my fingers through his hair, desperate to keep him where he was.
I bit on my lip to stifle a moan. It felt so good.
“Is this the fantasy you were talking about?” he asked against the slickness on my inner thigh, his fingers and thumb moving in tandem.
I closed my eyes again.
“Maybe,” I breathed, and his fingers pushed into me deeper. Chills ran up my back and it curved away from the rungs, into him.
“Oh yeah?” he whispered, and drew my clit into his mouth again. Another finger sank into me. Electricity shot down my spine. “Judging by how wet you are, it’s more than a maybe.”
I whimpered, rolling my hips toward him.
His fingers moved more forcefully inside me, and the pressure at my core tightened. I trembled in the anticipation of it breaking loose.
He stopped. Right at the edge, he yanked me back.
My eyes fluttered open and looked down my body to meet his heated stare. His chest rose and fell heavily, watching me with a ravenous desire.
“Stand up, turn around.”
I nodded and Conrad put his hands on my hips, helping me up and maneuvering me around.
He pressed a palm on my back, guiding me to bend over, and I wobbled as I steadied myself against the ladder.
“That’s my girl.” He stepped back momentarily, and the audible shuffle of his belt coming off and the sound of foil ripping open filled the airy silence before he was behind me again.
He entered me slowly, and I drowned in the gratifying sensation of his size stretching me.
“That’s it, Mal.” He slipped his other hand under my sweater and massaged my breast, passing my taut nipple between his fingers. “Take it all.”
I panted softly, my nails digging into the weathered wood. His strokes started slow, pushing the air out of my lungs.
“Con,” I moaned in a broken sob.
He thrust harder, wilder.
My arms slackened and my head knocked against the rungs, but all I knew was how completely he filled me. How roughly he fucked me. How gently he cared for me. And how good we felt together.
“We’re the only ones here, baby,” he gritted out, his hands creating a bruising vise on my hips. “Let me hear you.”
I closed my eyes and my senses filled with the sound of his low grunts, the filthy echo of our bodies colliding, and the creaks along the ladder.
In a building I should have never even seen the inside of, surrounded by ancient books and a dim streak of light through the gilded windows, I gave myself over completely to a guy whose touch lit up every part of me.
His hand teased my clit before giving it a pinch.
Every neuron sparked out of control, and an incoherent mix of sounds spilled from my mouth.
“Con,” I cried out again, the orgasm slamming into me.
With a forceful jerk forward and a pronounced shudder down his body, his grip on my hips tightened. He grunted, his climax taking control of him too. “Fuck, Mal.”
After a few moments, we stilled.
As my exhausted body began to give way, Conrad wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him.
“Are you okay?” he whispered in my ear.
I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against my back.
I nodded. “Mmm…”
I’d tried to keep the feelings between us at bay, but it was like a tsunami. Invisible at first, a ripple out in the open water. But in no time, it was racing toward the shore, gathering power and becoming all-consuming.
Impossible to ignore.
Waiting to crash.
He curled his fingers gently forward and back against my stomach—the same thing he did every night as I fell asleep. His touch a tender metronome, I closed my eyes.
“Everything is so perfect with you, Mal,” he said softly in my ear before dropping a kiss beneath it.
I sighed and nodded again.
I could tell him everything that Cora and Sabrina already knew. I knew him well enough by now to know what he’d do. He’d fight for us. He’d try to find a way around it—thinking it was sweet or gallant—because on some level he’d operate under the same assumptions that the girls did.
That it couldn’t be that bad.
I hoped it wasn’t, but I was too much of a coward to find out.
I didn’t want to lie to him anymore. But, for just a bit longer, I’d lie to myself and bask in his warmth like it was mine to keep.