30. Connor
Chapter 30
Connor
Her lips are addictive, like the first taste of a forbidden fruit. I can’t help but deepen the kiss, our tongues battling for control.
“Connor,” she breathes against my lips, her voice a whisper of a plea.
I grab her ass, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us. “Tatum,” I murmur, my voice rough with need. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She bites at my lip ring, teasing it with her teeth before moving up to kiss my neck. Each touch sends shivers down my spine. I’m losing myself in her, in this moment. I need more. Now.
“Fuck,” I groan, lifting off the couch with her still straddling me. She wraps her legs around my waist instinctively.
“Where are we going?” she asks, a playful smirk on her lips as she trails kisses along my jawline.
“My room,” I say simply. “I need you there.”
“Bossy,” she teases, nipping at my earlobe.
“Damn right.” My hands tighten on her ass as I start moving towards the stairs.
“Hold on tight,” I tell her, feeling the strain of carrying her weight but loving every second of it. Her nails dig into my shoulders in response, and it’s like gasoline on a fire.
“You’re surprisingly strong for a brainiac,” she says, breathless but amused.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I reply, climbing the stairs two at a time.
She laughs softly, the sound vibrating against my chest. “It was meant to be.”
Finally reaching the top of the stairs, I push open the door to my room with my shoulder and kick it shut behind us.
"This is a bad idea," I say, voice low, leaning in close enough to feel her breath against my skin.
"Just like it was a bad idea when I fucked my hand while watching you give your shitty husband head."
Her breath hitches and her eyes widen. "You watched… that turned you on?"
My gaze drifts down to her feet and back up to meet her eyes, "Everything about you turns me on Tatum."
Her eyes glint with mischief as she reaches out and touches my chest. "Why did you bring me in here, Connor Yates?"
"Because," I growl, pinning her wrists above her head against the door, "I have to have you."
Her lips part in a soft gasp, and damn if that doesn’t send my blood boiling. I let go of one wrist to yank off my shirt. Her eyes travel down my torso, and when she looks back up, there’s fire in them.
"You're talking too much," she says.
"You think so?" My hand moves to the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. "Let's see if you still think that when I'm done."
Her breath hitches as I trace a line from her collarbone down to the curve of her waist. She’s got that sundress tan line; it's driving me wild.
"I’m counting on it," she murmurs, eyes challenging.
I crash my mouth against hers, claiming every inch of those teasing lips. She moans into the kiss, and it’s like gasoline on an open flame. My hands explore every curve, every inch of skin I've been dying to touch since the moment we met.
"Fuck," I mutter between kisses, my hands roaming down to grip her hips. "You’re perfect."
She lets out a breathless laugh. "And here I thought you only spoke tech language."
I nip at her lower lip. "Brains and brawn, baby."
She arches into me as my hands slide lower. "Prove it."
Challenge accepted.
I slide her pants down, leaving her in nothing but that lacy bra and matching panties. The sight of her takes my breath away.
"God, you’re a fucking smoke show," I murmur, fingers deftly unclasping her bra. Her breasts spill free, and I can't resist them. I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. She arches against me, a moan escaping her lips.
"Connor," she breathes, her hands clutching at my shoulders. "More."
I grin against her skin, trailing kisses across her chest before taking the other nipple into my mouth. Her moans grow louder, more insistent. My hands move to her hips, helping her wiggle out of her panties.
She’s completely naked now, and it's driving me wild. She looks up at me with a mix of desire and curiosity.
"Why am I the only one naked?" she asks, a teasing lilt to her voice.
I chuckle, stepping back to shed my pants and boxers in one swift motion. "Impatient much?"
Her eyes widen as they fall on my Jacob's Ladder piercing. "Holy shit," she whispers, clearly turned on. "How does that work? And did it hurt?"
I smirk, stepping closer again, letting her see it up close. "Want a demonstration?"
She bites her lip, nodding eagerly.
"And yeah," I continue with a shrug, "hurt like a bitch for a minute. But completely worth it when I hear you scream my name."
She gasps softly, reaching out to touch the piercing with tentative fingers. The sensation sends a shiver through me.
"You're full of surprises," she says, looking up at me with those big eyes.
"You have no idea," I reply, leaning down to kiss her again. Her body melts against mine, every inch of her pressing into me.
I guide us to the bed, lowering her onto the soft sheets while my hands roam over every curve and dip of her body. Her skin is warm and smooth under my touch.
She pulls me down on top of her with surprising strength. "Show me," she whispers against my ear.
"With pleasure," I growl back.
I lift her leg over my shoulder, positioning myself at her entrance. Her breathing quickens, her eyes wide and full of need. She’s already panting, the feeling of my piercings driving her insane.
"Count them for me," I whisper, my voice rough with desire. "Every single one."
She bites her lip and nods, her eyes never leaving mine. "One," she breathes as I inch inside her, the first ring sliding in.
"Good girl," I murmur, pushing deeper.
"Two," she gasps, her hands gripping the sheets.
I can feel her tightening around me, and it’s taking all my self-control not to lose it right then. "Keep going."
"Three," she whispers, her back arching off the bed.
I push further, savoring every inch of her warmth. "Don’t stop now."
"Four," she moans, her voice shaking with pleasure.
"Almost there," I say through gritted teeth, inching deeper still.
"Five!" she cries out, her body trembling beneath me.
I pull out almost completely before slamming back in, hard and fast. She screams my name, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
"God damn," I groan, gripping her hips tightly. "You feel so fucking good."
"Connor," she pants, nails digging into my shoulders. "Don't stop, please."
"As if I could," I growl, thrusting into her again with a ferocity that has us both seeing stars.
Her body is trembling beneath me, and I can feel her getting close. I lean down, whispering in her ear, "You like that, don’t you? You like feeling me inside you."
"Yes," she gasps, her voice breathless. "God, yes."
I pull out abruptly, earning a surprised gasp from her. Before she can protest, I flip her over onto her stomach and lift her ass into the air. The sight of her like this nearly drives me over the edge.
"Damn, Tatum," I murmur appreciatively, running my hands over the curve of her ass. "This is one of my favorite things about you."
She looks back at me with a mix of anticipation and need. "Then do something about it."
"Oh, I plan to." I position myself at her entrance again and thrust back inside, harder this time. Her moan echoes through the room.
I grip her hips tightly, setting a relentless pace. The headboard hits the wall with every thrust, a steady rhythm that matches our ragged breathing.
"Connor," she chants, like a prayer. "Connor... Connor..."
"Say my name," I growl, slamming into her harder. "Let me hear you."
"Connor!" Her voice is louder now, desperate and needy.
"That’s it," I encourage, feeling her tighten around me. "You’re so close, aren’t you?"
"Yes," she cries out. "I’m so close. I can’t hold on much longer."
"Then come for me," I command, my voice rough with need. "Come all over my cock."
With a final thrust, she shatters around me, her walls clenching tight as she screams my name. The sensation pushes me to the brink.
I pull out quickly and stroke myself until I explode all over her back, painting her skin with my release.
We collapse together on the bed, panting and sated.
"Damn," she murmurs into the pillow.
"Yeah," I agree breathlessly. "Damn."
I get up from the bed, legs still a little shaky, and head to the bathroom to grab a warm towel. The water runs over my hands, bringing me back to reality. What the hell am I doing? I wring out the towel and return to her.
“Here,” I say, gently wiping her back. “This’ll feel better.”
She smiles up at me, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and satisfaction. “Thanks.”
Once she’s cleaned up, I toss the towel aside and slide back into bed next to her. We lie there, catching our breath, the air thick with the aftermath of our passion.
“You know,” she murmurs, turning her head to look at me. “You could have gone inside me. I’m on birth control.”
I chuckle softly, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, well, that’s not really my style.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Really? You don’t strike me as the cautious type.”
“It’s not about caution,” I reply, my voice low. “I’ve never gone inside a woman because... well, I have this plan.”
Her curiosity piques. “A plan?”
“Yeah.” I turn on my side to face her fully. “I want it to be special. The first time I make love to someone... it’s gotta mean something.”
She blinks, clearly taken aback. “You’re full of surprises, Connor Yates.”
I smirk. “So I’ve been told.”
She snuggles closer, her warmth seeping into me. “I’m sleepy,” she admits, stifling a yawn.
“Go to sleep,” I say softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” she murmurs before closing her eyes and drifting off almost instantly.
I lie there for a while, watching her breathe steadily. My mind races with thoughts of how fucked I am. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to get under my skin like this.
But here we are.
As her breathing deepens into the rhythm of sleep, I can't help but wonder what the hell I'm going to do now.