Chapter 18 #2
My temper flared, and I acted without thought, raising my hand to slap him. Thankfully, Connor’s instincts were a whole lot sharper than mine, and he caught my wrist before my palm could connect with his face.
Faster than I could react, he used that grip on my wrist to pull me back in and crush his mouth to mine in another shocking, uniquely Connor kiss that sent my head spinning and my pulse racing. Except this time I had something to fucking prove, and I’d be damned if he claimed I was a shitty kisser.
I parted my lips, not waiting for him to dive deeper as instead I took the initiative to thrust my tongue into his mouth and show him that this was, in fact, better than fettuccini alfredo.
He moaned against my lips, and the sound shot straight to my cunt, making my core hot and fluttery as he used his grip on my wrist to pull me completely into his lap.
Holy shit, things had escalated fast, but I couldn’t seem to find it within myself to care.
Not about the fact that my short skirt was hiked up so much that my damp panties were crushed against his very rigid pants, or that we had dozens of spectators right now.
They had much spicier things to watch than us.
Shit, there was a woman getting double penetrated on the pool table when we arrived.
“Point taken,” Connor whispered in a husky voice some moments later as we paused for breath. His hands shifted from my waist to my ass, then he groaned when his fingers met the bare skin of my butt below my skirt. “Shit, brat… the boys were insane for letting you go out in this.”
“They didn’t let me do anything,” I growled, leaning back in to kiss him again, this time biting his lower lip the way he’d done to me, excepta little harder.
His sharp inhale came just a moment before another faint taste of coppery blood, and then his hands flexed on my ass to pull me in closer while he kissed me with ferocity.
The room and all the strangers faded into the background all over again, and I could have easily fooled myself that we were totally alone. Part of my mind was screaming that this was an awful idea, but I ignored the warnings. This was survival, and nothing more. Right?
That was the justification I kept in my mind when Connor’s hand shifted around to stroke the gusset of my skimpy G-string and an embarrassing little whimper escaped me. He took that sound as encouragement, doing it again before slipping a finger underneath the wet fabric.
My arms were around his neck—when had that happened?—and I tightened my grip as I continued kissing him senseless. The reasons and bullshit all seemed so irrelevant when his finger found my clit and I rocked my hips against him.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned against my mouth as his finger thrust into my throbbing, needy cunt. “This is…we can’t do this…”
“Not here,” I agreed, but I still rolled my hips into his hand, desperate for more.
“Not at all,” he corrected, sounding like he didn’t believe what he was even saying. “I can’t…This isn’t…You’ll regret this later.”
“Don’t tell me what I will or won’t regret, Connor,” I hissed back at him, angry despite how aroused I was. Was he seriously about to pretend he didn’t want this just as much as I did?
He inhaled sharply, drawing away from my lips to meet my eyes with his dark lashes wide. “Say it again,” he ordered in a weirdly soft, vulnerable voice. “You said my name.”
I frowned, confused as fuck and out of my mind with the need to finish what we’d just started. Here or somewhere else, I really didn’t care. “Yeah, so? I say your name all the time, Connor.”
A flash of something undefined crossed his face, and his eyes closed for a moment. “I know,” he murmured. “But I needed to hear it now. Please say it again, and if you still want to take this somewhere private—”
“I do!” I eagerly cut him off, because fuck the pretense of hating each other. I wanted him, and he wanted me, and if we walked away now, that’d be the end of it forever. “Connor…I want this. I want you. Don’t push me away, Connor.”
That snapped him into action. In the blink of an eye he was on his feet with me slung unceremoniously over his shoulder as he strode out of the bar while hoots and hollers followed us.
My hair hung low, and all I could see was Connor’s ass as he carried me away from the crowd, down a corridor, and into a room, where he slammed the door behind us.
“Connor, what—” I squeaked in confusion as he tossed me down on a surprisingly bouncy mattress.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he growled as he stood at the end of the bed, unbuckling his belt from his distressed black jeans. “If you changed your mind or if you’re scared—”
“I’m not scared,” I snapped back as I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him. “Unless you are? It’s okay to be scared, Connie. I won’t tease you. Much.”
He gave a low laugh as he pulled his belt free from his pants and snapped the leather to create a crack loud enough to make me jump. “Cute. Don’t say I didn’t play fair later when you have to explain this to my brother.”
I ran my tongue over my teeth, realizing he was trying to make me back out.
Trying to make me do the hard thing so he didn’t have to.
Well, he was shit out of luck, because I was all in.
There had been more than enough seemingly innocent comments from the other guys that I knew this—me fucking Connor—wouldn’t be an issue for them.
“You’re doing a lot of talking and not a lot of—oh.” He’d just stunned me speechless by whipping his shirt off. Ho-ly shit. Then he unbuttoned the waist of his jeans just enough to let the tip of his hard dick escape and my jaw unhinged further.
A cocky smile touched his lips as he slipped my shoes off, then rested a knee on the bed to slide his palm up the full length of my leg. “You were making a complaint, brat? Did you lose your train of thought? Hmm, well, take these off while you think.”
Obediently, I lifted my hips as he removed my ruined panties and tossed them over his shoulder. Right when I thought I’d remembered what I planned to say, he fried my brain completely.
“Good girl,” he purred with an evil smirk. “So compliant.”
A startled noise escaped me but at the same time…
I was in no position to argue, so I simply sat up and let him strip my dress over my head.
For an extended moment we paused there with our faces just inches apart, our eyes locked and our breathing in sync like neither of us could quite believe we’d ended up together.
That intensity seemed to strip all the casual teasing, all the bravado and bullshit away, and left us utterly exposed and vulnerable in a way that both terrified me and filled me with life.
When our mouths met in another kiss, the whole mood had shifted. We were no longer playing sex-chicken, taunting each other into taking things one step further while scared one of us would back out at any moment. This time, when our tongues met, so did our hearts and souls.
Connor shifted his weight on the bed, kicking his boots and jeans off without ever breaking our kiss, then his weight crushed me into the mattress and his muscular body forced my legs wide to accommodate, and he thrust into my soaking core with one forceful push.
I cried out at the sting of pain with such a sudden entry, because that little hint he’d given me through his pants was nothing compared to the actual size of Connor Sullivan.
My pained noise did nothing to scare him off, though.
He just kissed me harder like he was swallowing the sound while thrusting again even harder.
The bed creaked and groaned with every forceful thrust, and an edge of panic rose in my chest as I realized how close I already was to climax. Way too fast. Embarrassingly fast. So I bit the inside of my cheek and tried to hold out as Connor’s kisses shifted to my throat.
“Fuck,” he gasped, stilling with a pained groan, “I need to tell you, there’s cameras in here. I can have them wiped, but Haze will see them in the process.”
“I don’t care,” I replied quickly. We’d already come this far—what was the point in stopping now? Then, when I processed what he’d said…I wondered what Haze would make of this tape.
Connor made the sexiest sort of moan, then bit my earlobe. “Are you sure?” he whispered.
“Yes. But shit, Connie, if Haze is going to see this anyway, we’d better make it good content.”
A shocked laugh bubbled out of him. Then he somehow flipped me over onto my belly in a motion so quick it left my head spinning. Even more so when he hoisted me up to my knees and slammed that huge cock into me from behind while my face was still flat on the pillow.
I stood no hope of holding my climax back after that. It was a position that’d fast become my kryptonite while Brodie and Ethan had worked on my ass-play experience.
“Fuck, Eve,” Connor moaned as I lost myself to the euphoria, my pussy clenching around his girth, and waves on waves of pleasure running through my whole body.
He seemed to take that as encouragement or a challenge or some shit, because he gripped my hips and started fucking me like he was proving a point.
Maybe he was? Because it prolonged my climax to a point of disbelief, until he withdrew completely and I collapsed onto the bed in a puddle of pure dopamine.
A low, smug sort of laugh cut through my labored breathing as he rolled me over onto my back once more, his hands gentle as he stroked over my sweaty skin.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss my stomach. “That sound you make when you come has been haunting me for weeks, brat. You have no fucking idea…”
“Mmm?” I replied, still incapable of forming full words while he lowered himself to lay on his belly between my legs.
My head was swirling, the whole room dancing with stars, but I made no complaints when Connor spread me open and licked his tongue up the full length of my pussy, ending at my clit, where he sucked lightly.
I squirmed, already so hypersensitive, but also well aware I was capable of more…so yeah, I squirmed, but then grabbed two handfuls of his hair and rocked my hips up to meet his mouth. I knew what I liked in this department, and Connor was more than willing to give it to me.
Within minutes, he had me coming again. This time I damn near smothered him as my thighs locked tight around his head until the climax eased off. Once I released my grip, he gasped for air and licked his lips in the filthiest sort of way.
“Delicious,” he commented when I groaned. “Addictive.”
Before I could react to that, he’d shifted up the bed and slid home inside me once more, making me gasp. Everything was hot and swollen and insanely sensitive, but I was equally addicted, so I dug my nails into his back as he fucked me into the headboard all over again.
The third time he made me come, I sank my teeth into his bicep to keep from screaming out loud. I’d already kind of lost my voice, and my gut was demanding I leave a mark like some sort of animal.
My gut knew what it was doing, because his thrusts became harder and deeper, his whole body coiled with his impending release. “Brat, I’m going to come inside you,” he grunted with heavy breathing.
It wasn’t a question, it was a statement, but nonetheless I wound my legs around his hips and crossed my ankles to pull him deeper.
“Do it,” I panted, driven by some fucked-up breeding kink I didn’t know I possessed.
I’d blame the pregnancy lie, and quietly thank fuck for my contraceptive, because the thought of him filling me up—of all of them doing it—had me in a feral state.
As if to confirm that thought, Connor’s explosive release triggered me into yet another climax, and he watched me with his lips parted and his lids heavy while I writhed in ecstasy underneath him for the fourth time.
“Shit, baby,” he huffed, licking his lips as he slowly lowered down to rest beside me on the bed.
I was too dazed to respond. I just blinked slowly at him, then leaned in to kiss his lips, and tasted myself on his mouth.
For several moments we just lay there gasping for breath and fighting to regain some brain power. Connor recovered faster, rolling onto his side and peering down at me with an expression of pure fascination that squeezed at my heart.
“You’re still not scared?” he asked in a quietly serious tone, his eyes studying my face like he was committing this moment to memory.
I shook my head. “Should I be?”
He nodded. “Definitely. But it’s too late now. You’ve unlocked the door and I’m throwing away the key. I’m pretty sure I understand how Eth and Brodie feel now.”
Curiosity prickled my skin. “Oh? How do they feel?”
“In love,” he whispered back, his eyes dipping to my lips. “It’s terrifying.”
I swallowed hard, trying really hard not to read between the lines. Instead, I forced a short laugh to lighten the mood. “Damn, Connie, I knew I was good in bed but not that good.”
He rolled his eyes, then kissed me again, and I forgot what we’d just been talking about. He had that effect on me…delicious and addictive.