Chapter Fifteen
Connor
T he penthouse felt like home with my sweet Sierra curled in the center of my bed like a dream. This was her first night sleeping here, and I planned on making it count.
She’d kicked off her pajama shorts and sheets an hour ago, her body a deep golden curve against the black silk, one arm tucked under her cheek like she was hugging a secret.
I stood in the doorway, jaw clenched and sweat prickling my palms. She looked perfect. Mine. The word throbbed in my skull, primal and unyielding. I’d waited too long for this, for her, to rush it now.
Her scent clung to the air from the lotion she’d rubbed into her hands before crawling into my bed.
I’d watched her do it before through the hidden camera feed in her bedroom with my cock in my fist, imagining how her fingers would feel on me instead.
Now, she was here.
She slept most of the night on her own, given I was on the phone with Jax and Adrian going over Jerry’s shit.
I undressed silently to my boxers, leaving my clothes in a heap. The sheets were cool as I slid in behind her, my chest pressing so right against her smaller back. She stirred, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
“Connor…?”
“Right here, sweet girl.”
My arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against me. Her ass pressed into my rock-hard cock, and I bit back a groan.
Fuck, she was soft, so fucking soft, her body molding to mine like she’d been made for it.
Her breath hitched as I nuzzled her neck, my lips brushing over her ear. “Shhh,” I murmured, my hand splaying my hand possessively over her stomach. “Just getting comfortable.”
Fuck, there was nothing comfortable about this, about the way my cock throbbed against her, or the way her heartbeat fluttered under my palm.
But I’d wait. I’d wait forever if it meant she trusted me enough to take what we needed from each other.
She shifted, her sweet hips rolling back instinctively with a little sound, and I caught her thigh, hiking it back over mine.
“Relax.” My fingers dug into her flesh, holding her still. “Let me take care of you.”
I carefully rolled her onto her stomach, my hands sliding up her spine to feel all of her. She trembled, face buried in the pillow as I kissed each knob, slow, and deliberate, savoring the way her skin got goosebumps under my tongue.
“So sweet,” My hands were memorizing the swell of her ass now. “You’re always so fucking sweet for me.”
I leaned over her, trapping her against the bed as I kissed her slowly, deeply, swallowing her sleepy whimpers as my tongue claimed her mouth.
She tasted like the chamomile tea I’d made her—sweet, innocent, and mine.
My hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head closer so I could devour every inch of her .
Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips down the edge of her jaw and throat, lingering over the softness of her skin.
“My good girl,” I praised, teeth grazing her ear again. “So soft.”
Her sweater had ridden up high on her back. I hooked a finger in the hem, dragging it higher. “Arms up,” I ordered, voice rough.
She obeyed, breathing shakily as I stripped the fabric off her, leaving her bare except for the cotton panties she wore, pale blue and perfect.
I reached under her, snaking my hands up her soft belly to cup her perfect breasts in my hands. I groaned low at the feeling of them, my cock throbbing against her ass as I pinched and rolled her stiff nipples between my fingers.
She whimpered, arching her back to push her ass against me, greedy for more.
“That’s it,” I growled against her shoulder, my voice rough with need. “Let me hear you, sweet girl.”
I dipped my head and dragged my tongue up her shoulder blades, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. Her ass rolled back against me, seeking friction again.
“Connor,” she whimpered, and I could have come from my name on her lips alone.
I gently pressed down on her spine, guiding her knees into that perfect arch so her ass was raised and presented like a fucking offering, all for me.
I kissed down her back, my tongue sliding over her skin, and my hands gliding back down her body to squeeze her perfect ass. I kneaded the soft flesh, pulling her cheeks apart and exposing her clothed, soaked little pussy to my hungry gaze.
It was everything I’d wanted from those stolen panties, her scent flowing through my senses. “Fuck,” I hissed, my nose brushing the soaked fabric over her pussy lips. “You’re drenched, sweet girl.”
She whined softly.
“I know.” I pressed a kiss to her ass, nuzzling my nose against the hem of her panties. “I’ve got you. ”
I’d waited so fucking long for this. Her stolen panties were hidden in my office, and I’d spent nights rewatching footage of her until my eyes burned, fantasies of pinning her down and devouring her until she forgot her own name replaying in my head.
Now she was here, mine, spread open and trembling beneath me.
I dragged her panties down her legs, tossing them onto the nightstand, saving them for later.
Her little pussy glistened, soaked and wanton, her tight little asshole presented so prettily for me. I blew a cool stream of air over her, and she jerked, a pretty, broken sound tearing free.
“Do you want this?” I nosed over her folds, groaning at the need to taste her. “Tell me, Sierra.”
She whined again, fingers twisting in the sheets as she wiggled that perfect ass in front of my face. “Yes, please.”
I started slow, dragging the flat of my tongue from her perineum to her clit in one torturous stroke. She jerked, a pretty moan sounding from her, and I pinned her hips in place. “Oh, fuck,” I breathed against her soaked skin. “You taste fucking addicting.”
Her taste was everything, all I’d ever need, my new fucking life support. I groaned against her, the vibration making her legs shake. She sobbed the prettiest sounds while arching back against me.
I’d imagined this a thousand times since tasting her before Vegas, but nothing prepared me for the reality.
Her swollen clit pulsed under my tongue, the little nub eager for more while her hips canted back like she wanted me here forever.
I ate her like my last meal, licking and swallowing, taking every drop she gave me. I moved my tongue over her tight hole, tasting her fresh wetness and slowly fucking into her.
It was fucking everything , having her around me so intimately, her taste and scent overpowering all of my senses.
She cried out, fingers scrabbling at the sheets and her hips bucking back against my face. I gripped her hips, holding her still as I fucked my tongue in and out of her little hole, feeling it clench around the invading muscle .
I moved back to her clit, licking and sucking the little bundle with feral intent. Her thighs shook, her moans pitching higher, and I knew she was on the edge.
“That’s it, Sierra,” I growled against her, my fingers digging into her ass. “Come on my tongue. Let me taste it.”
Her orgasm hit with a pretty cry, her body trembling over the mattress. I carried her through it, licking her sweet pussy until she was oversensitive and trembling.
I kissed up her back, capturing her mouth and pushing my tongue past her lips so she could taste herself on me. She whimpered, eyes glazed and hazy as she peered back at me.
“Mine,” I promised against her lips, my aching cock rubbing against her thigh. “All of you.”
She whimpered again, her eyes glassy as she peered back at me. She collapsed onto the bed, lying on her stomach.
“I… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
I smirked darkly, kissing her temple. “That was just the start, my sweet girl.”
My sweet, sweet girl. Inside, I was fucking feral. I’d waited to have her like this, to reduce her to a trembling mess with my tongue. And now that I had?
Now, I’d always need her.