Chapter 33 #2
He slid his hand beneath my knee, lifting my leg higher over his shoulder so he could reach me at a deeper angle. His mouth trailed hot, wet kisses along my inner thigh while his hand continued a relentless rhythm. “Don’t stop,” I begged, cresting that wave.
“I’m not going to stop,” he said roughly, the words catching in his throat.
“Been thinking about this all fecking day.” He thrust his fingers deeper.
“Even when I was on the pitch”—another thrust—“all I could think about was you.” His voice deepened with satisfaction.
“Couldn’t get you out of my head,” he groaned, hitting that spot over and over.
White-hot heat engulfed me as I listened to him, my walls clenching in anticipation.
“That’s it, squeeze me, right there, sunshine.”
My body was succumbing to him, to this. I was spiraling, and I couldn’t stop the rise of desire. “I’m—Oh shit, I’m coming.”
He exhaled against my thigh. “Yes,” he pleaded, voice rough with need. “Give it to me.”
I let myself come hard and relentlessly, screaming out his name like a prayer. It felt endless, and I’d never felt anything like this before. My body was on fire.
“Oh fuck, sunshine,” he said with a tone deeper than I’d ever heard from him before. When my breathing finally slowed enough for me to think again, reality rushed in all at once. The sheets were damp beneath me, my panties soaked. So was I.
“Oh my god,” I whispered, stunned.
Connor looked up at me like he’d just witnessed something holy, a slow grin breaking across his face. “Yeah,” he said. “I made you fucking squirt.”
My hands flew to my face as red flooded my body. This couldn’t have happened. Not with him, not for the first time in my life.
Connor reached for my wrists, easing my hands away from my face. “Hey,” he soothed me, grinning, eyes glistening with unmistakable pride. “You don’t have to hide.”
“I do,” I volleyed back. “I’ve never…” I started, then stopped myself. Admitting that wouldn’t help my level of embarrassment here.
“What if I tell you, it’s also a first for me?”
I laughed once, breathless and disbelieving. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not,” he told me easily. “I didn’t even know it could happen like that.” His mouth curved. “Didn’t know I could make it happen.”
And he was smug. So, so smug, but he was also being sweet. His smile hadn’t faded once; he looked so damn proud, his chest was by his ears.
“Oh,” I said faintly.
His thumb brushed my wrist, grounding. “Hey,” he added, gentler now. “I’m not saying it to make you freak out.”
“It doesn’t make it less mortifying, though.”
He licked his lips. “Maybe not,” he agreed. “But it does make it ours.”
My embarrassment didn’t disappear, but it did shift. I no longer felt overheated because of it. Instead, I was warm and tingly because of him. Because he’d just claimed something for us. I wasn’t sure what that meant.
“And for the record,” he added, “that was the hottest fecking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re never going to let this go.”
His smile widened, unrepentant. “Absolutely not.”
I huffed a laugh, rolling my eyes, but my fingers tightened around his wrist instead of pulling away. “I hate you,” I said, without conviction.
“No, you don’t,” he replied easily. “You can’t hate me when I’m the one who can do that.”
I pushed at his chest, but he barely moved, and I didn’t push again. Our eyes locked and stayed there. He was right; I didn’t hate him.
“I think you like the buzz you get from knowing I can claim your body. The knowledge that I’m a sure thing for you, because I am. I’ll let you hate fuck me or make love to me as long as it’s me who you’re doing it with.”
I couldn’t find the words to agree with him, but he knew. I think he knew. I needed to gain a little more control over what was quickly spiraling into something much more than I’d bargained for tonight.
So I said, “Strip.”
The pause was brief but telling. His breath changed. His pupils dilated. And when he stepped back, his attention remained fixed on me like I’d just flipped the switch back on. Whatever control I thought I’d reclaimed only seemed to feed him. I loved it.
He reached to the back of his neck, arms flexing as he moved, and pulled his shirt over his head on one swooping motion.
Tossing it to the floor, he never dropped his gaze from mine.
His pants went down, and out sprang his hard, leaking dick that I’d forgotten was pierced in my blissed-out state.
My pussy clenched at the sight of his thick torso, his Adonis belt all pointing to it.
“Fuck,” I panted. “I didn’t get a good look this morning.” As soon as I said it, I realized that was meant to be an internal thought, not for him to hear.
He huffed a groan, wrapping his hand around it and tugging toward me. I shifted closer, needing it. “I need you to do more than look, sunshine. I need you to get it wet for me. Spit on it. Or you could let me fuck you.”
I’d had sex before, and I knew the idea was that both parties get a release from it.
What I miscalculated was the ability to become completely compliant and mentally beg for it.
Connor had somehow short-circuited my brain into believing that he would be the only man to ever be able to give me multiple orgasms. And I couldn’t beg. At least not yet.
I inhaled slowly, forcing my pulse to settle, forcing my body to remember that I could choose this. That I didn’t have to fold just because he’s figured out exactly how to undo me.
When I looked back at him, I didn’t rush. I didn’t touch. I let the silence stretch a little more. I tipped my head, letting my gaze drag over him the way his had done to me earlier, watching his hand move up and down, never giving himself what he really needed.
“Don’t stop touching yourself,” I said with a hint of demand to my tone. I’d never done this before, rarely taken control, but he made me want to. “When did you get the piercings?”
“It’s just one, the bar sits under the head. It’s called a frenum piercing. I got it when I was eighteen.”
So he’d had it in college, since I’d known him. A pang of possession startled me at the idea of anyone else seeing him like this. I didn’t like it. I needed to focus on him.
“Take a step back,” I ordered.
He nodded, doing as I’d asked. I clocked the thickness of his throat bob with effort.
It gave me enough room to fall to my knees between the bed and him.
I didn’t miss the brief inhale from above when I did.
His body reacted before his mind caught up, the movement of his hand stuttering like I’d knocked him off rhythm.
“Eyes on me,” I said quietly.
He obeyed, and my nerves settled.
I leaned in, close enough that my breath brushed the tip of his dick, close enough to see the metal bar threaded through his skin, highlighting the tip. As far as dicks went, it was a pretty one too. Veiny, thick, long.
My nails scraped up his thighs, and he mumbled a string of curses but didn’t break connection with me.
I stuck out my tongue, and as soon as I did, a drop of pre-cum leaked onto it.
“Oh, feck me sideways,” he hissed above me, looking like a god.
I wanted to touch myself again so badly, but I wanted this more.
I rose higher onto my knees, tilting my head as I waited for a beat, focus still locked on his eyes.
His breathing became uneven, chest rising and falling harder than before, his grip tightening like he was hanging off an edge.
The power of it settled into me—the awareness that I could undo him without touching, without giving him what he wanted yet.
The fact that this would be the second time made me way too confident.
I let the spit trail from my mouth onto his dick.
It coated his hands, slipping between his fingers.
The veins along his forearms stood out, his hips snapping forward.
I was about to take him in my mouth when he said, “Wait,” with a grunt, his hand landing on my shoulder.
“Can I fuck you? After all this, I won’t last long but, I want to feel you. Can I?”
“You want it that bad, huh?” I asked, voice a bit taunting, licking his fingers that had stilled on his dick, circling his piercing.
“So fuckin’ bad, you have no idea.” My tongue grazed the head of him, and he bowed over me. “Wait, fuck me, don’t do that. I’m losing it. Teddy.”
I wanted to laugh. The sides of my mouth curved, and I was sure I’d grown to at least ten feet tall. “But you’re saying you wanna lose it inside my pussy, right?”
“Yes,” he keened. “I want that. Please let me.” His voice broke when he said please and electricity surged through me, tightening my nipples beneath my shirt. I wanted out of everything. I wanted his warm skin against mine. I wanted to know what it would be like to feel that inside me.
I stood, and he released his dick, our chests brushing. “Take my shirt off.”
He did as I asked without hesitation, all while his dick poked me in the stomach.
“And my underwear.”
“The ones you soaked for me?” he mused.
“You made the mess. You can take them off.”
He did so with rapt attention, peeling them down my legs before his eyes found mine again. “I’m not done making a mess of you yet.”