6. Connor
Six
Connor
“When you offer someone to stay at your house, when exactly do you mention you only have one bed?” I said as we pulled into my driveway.
I possibly should have told her before this, but I assumed I’d take the couch and it would be fine. However, I’m starting to think she might think I planned this. This whole day has been opening old trauma for me, and seeing Emma pass out like that nearly took me out. I didn’t realize this was more than just a pretty girl or maybe a stable friend with benefits until then. Fuck, you’d swear the whole world stopped turning. I knew I had a little more of a soft spot for her and was clearly protective over her, but I didn’t think it was anything more than hormones for someone I had been watching and not allowed to touch. Okay, again, I sound like a stalker, but Emma was… more. The tension I felt with her wasn’t about getting her naked. It was about getting her raw and knowing her .
“Connor!” She was trying to act mad, but I could see the small smile on her lips. “I am not taking your bed after everything you did for me today.”
“Just today?” I joked.
“Okay, in general. Seriously, I’ll be okay at home.”
“Too late.” I laughed, getting out of the car and grabbing her stuff.
I went to open the passenger door for her, but she had beaten me to it and was already standing outside the car. I’m not sure I can remember the last time I laughed or smiled this much, and damn if I wasn’t enjoying it.
“I can sleep on the couch,” she insisted.
“I think the fuck not,” I growled, pushing her against the car door. “You, Little Fighter, are not sleeping on the couch.”
“The floor?” The look in her eyes was a challenge. She knew what she was doing. Emma was a brat, and she loved getting me like this.
“Get your ass in the house.”
“Make me.”
The last time she said that, I wasn’t able to do anything about it, but now? Here? Damn right I could. I threw her over my shoulder in one quick movement, swatting her ass and walking toward the door.
“Connor, put me down!”
I swatted her ass again, causing a yelp while I unlocked the door and walked in. Slamming it with my foot, I walked down the hallway, into my room, and threw her down on the bed. I hovered my body over hers, looking at her face, her eyes, and reading her body language. I wasn’t sure if I went too far, but her hands looped the back of my neck, and she pulled me closer. Her lower body ground against mine in one slow movement as she arched her back.
“Emma,” I whispered.
“Don’t make me beg-”
I cut her off with a kiss. It wasn’t gentle this time. I was taking what I wanted, what she was giving me. I’m pretty sure I’m addicted to her at this point. Her hand moved through my hair, pulling and tugging as her other hand came around to the bottom of my shirt and started to pull it up.
“I… Emma, you need rest.”
“I need you.”
“As much as I love to hear those words come out of your pretty mouth, you just came home from the hospital. You passed out tonight.”
“I’m okay now. Can’t you see?”
“You were literally in a hospital gown less than an hour ago,” I said, fighting myself with wanting to give in. “Just… lay down. I’ll make tea. And maybe a sandwich. Soup. Something for your sugar.”
She groaned dramatically, wrinkling her nose. “Soup? Connor, I’m not sick. I’m horny.”
This woman was really fucking killing me. “Just rest.” I pleaded.
Her voice suddenly lowered. Teasing. “You know what would make me feel better?”
“Please don’t say ‘sex’.” I huffed.
“Too late.” She grinned, using my own words against me.
“You want our first time to be after our first date, where you happened to pass out?”
She shifted slightly under me, the hem of her shirt sliding up just enough to make me blink. “I’m not dying. It won’t be the last time that happens, either. People pass out all the time and feel fine after. But I am healing, and healing needs endorphins. You could be… therapeutic.”
“You’re impossible.” I shook my head.
“And you’re hot,” she whispered, tugging at my shirt as I leaned closer.
“You sure? It’s so damn late.” I hesitated.
“I’m sure I’ve been lying in a hospital bed thinking about your hands,” she said, her fingers already tracing my wrist, pulling me. “I’m sure I want to hear the way you say my name when-”
“Okay,” I breathed, cupping her cheek. “Okay. But you’re staying horizontal. And if you wince, I’m stopping.”
She smirked. “Flip me like a fucking rag doll, Connor. I won’t break.”
That fucking broke the seal. I kissed her again, but this time it was full of everything I hadn’t said for the last month. Every fear, every sigh of relief, every I’m-so-glad-you’re-alive. And in the silence that followed, her fingers curled into my shirt, her smile soft against my jaw.
“See?” She raised her eyebrow. “Better than soup.”
“How can I ever deny you?” I grunted as I looked into her eyes, impossibly bright, that piercing shade of blue that always made my chest tighten. They shimmered, daring me.
“Don’t,” she whispered, her breath hot against my lips. “Fuck me.”
Her words hit me, making me possibly the luckiest man in the world to have her like this . “Safeword?” I rasped, my thumb brushing the edge of her jaw, feeling the way she leaned into my touch.
“I use Tiger,” she blushed with a sly, knowing smile. “Don’t ask.”
That smile undid something in me.
“Street light system?” I asked, already sliding my hand down to the curve of her waist, fingers teasing over the fabric.
“Yes,” she breathed, her chest rising and falling faster.
“Hard limits?”
“None. Make me yours.”
“None?” I asked again, my voice barely a growl, the last thread of restraint tightening.
Her nails dragged lightly across my abdomen as she pulled me closer, her voice breaking into a plea. “Connor… ruin me.”
“In this room, you call me Daddy. We can discuss the rest of it later, but for this scene, that is the only thing you’re allowed to call me. Understood?”
Her breath hitched. The way her body reacted was instant.
“Fuck,” she gasped, pressing her thighs together in a desperate, needy way.
I ripped her shirt off, throwing it to the ground. The cool air hit her bare skin, causing her to shiver, but I knew it had nothing to do with the cold. I shoved down the cup of her bra, exposing one perfect breast, and grabbed her nipple between my fingers, pinching hard, making her arch toward me with a sharp cry.
“That was not an answer,” I growled.
“Yes… Daddy ,” she whimpered.
It felt good to see that the bratty glint in her eyes was replaced by something softer, something that looked a lot like submission.
“You acted like a brat half the night,” I stated, circling her nipple, slow, deliberate. “Did you want me to do this? Did you want to drive me crazy?”
She whimpered as my hand wrapped around her neck, closing my fingers around it, my thumb pressing just enough. Her moan was instant as she tipped her head back to expose her neck more to me.
“I did,” she confessed, breathless.
I smirked, lips brushing her jaw, leaving a trail as I kissed my way down her neck. “Don’t forget,” I murmured against her skin, “ I make the rules.”
She trembled when I reached her ear, my breath hot. “You were right earlier,” I whispered. “I’m not your father. But I am your Daddy, Little Fighter . ”
Her breath caught again, her eyes locked onto mine like she was trying to read into everything I wasn’t saying.
I trailed kisses down her collarbone, taking my time and enjoying the way she was squirming under me. I moved lower, kissing each nipple, feeling the way she responded to me with each little touch.
“I plan to worship you, Emma,” I warned her. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Everything about her was perfect, the sweet scent of her arousal, her skin, her sweat, her. I took her nipple into my mouth, sucked gently, then released it with a soft pop, watching it perk under the sudden coolness of the air.
“How soft your skin is,” I dragged my fingers down her sides. “How perfect your breasts are. Everything about you drives me insane.”
She writhed beneath me, breath ragged, wanting more, and I wasn’t even close to being done with her.
“Stop teasing me,” she groaned, looking for any friction.
“Baby girl, I just got started with you.”
“I… like a little pain.”
“Just a little?” I asked.
“Don’t be gentle with me. I’m not, like… fully masochist level. But I do want pain.”
“Good to know,” I flipped her over and shoved her ass in the air, bringing my hand down and hitting her ass. Over and over again. Her moans grew louder, her fingers gripping the sheet.
Unbuttoning her pants, I brought them down to her ankles and ripped them off. Her ass cheeks bloomed bright red, and when I felt like she couldn’t take anymore, I switched sides, going again and again.
“Color?”
“Green, Daddy,” she sobbed.
“You’re so good at taking pain, Little Fighter.” I rewarded her with a soft touch on her hip, pulling her closer to my front. I rubbed my jean-clad cock on her ass, needing more of her. More of this. Without warning, I pinched her clit, and she buckled, her knees giving out as I flipped her back around.
“Every time you’re about to cum, tell me.”
She nodded her head, looking back at me as she arched her back. Grabbing her wrists, I placed them behind her back and leaned down on her, using her hair to pull her face to mine. Sucking her lip into my mouth, I bit down until I heard her moan. “Not yet.” I shoved my fingers into her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue around my fingers, soaking them. When I felt it was enough, I removed them and slowly rubbed her clit, not enough to get her off, but enough to give her something. Her hips started to move with me, seeking for more. I upped my speed, tight small circles. When her moans became louder, I pulled back completely.
Emma shot her eyes open, almost whining as she asked why the hell I did that.
“Denial, sweet girl. That’s why. Little bit of edge play for my brat.”
I knew she was about to argue that, so the second she opened her mouth, I shoved two fingers inside her. She was wet enough that I knew it wouldn’t hurt, but she screamed out as she lifted her hips.
“Fuck!”
“Language, baby girl.” I scolded.
“Oh?” She moaned.
“Do you want a spanking?”
“Yes,” she answered through a sob as I fucked her harder with my fingers.
“Only good girls get that.”
“Please, Daddy?” she whined.
“Tell me, what do you want?”
“You. Everything. I want it all.”
Everything inside of me shattered at that. Pausing, I locked my eyes with hers, her focus solely on me. She looked… so serious. She wanted this. She wanted me .
“You just destroyed me with three little lines.” I swallowed, trying to push down the feeling that I haven’t felt since Clair.
“Connor,” she whispered.
“I know, Little Fighter. I feel it, too.”
Her thighs closed around my hand, trying to move me, push me deeper inside her. “I will tease you all night, and you will not cum until I say so.”