Chapter 23
Ryder
It took a while to cool down after the footsie, much longer than it took to eat the apple pie, which was incredible. But still, even Evelyn’s famous cooking couldn’t do much to quell the heat of anticipation growing in my belly.
Connor caught my eye across the table and nodded toward the door. “Think I need some fresh air to help me digest,” he said casually, though his eyes told a different story. “Care to join me?”
My heart skipped. “Yeah, definitely. Getting a little stuffy in here anyway.”
We made our excuses to Evelyn, who just smiled knowingly and told us not to wander too far. The way she emphasized those words made my cheeks flush.
Outside, the evening air was cool against my heated skin. The sun had almost set, casting long shadows across the church lawn. A few people milled around the parking lot, but most were still inside enjoying dessert and coffee.
“This way,” Connor said, his voice low as he led me toward a narrow path that curved behind the church. “Where there aren’t so many eyes.”
I followed him eagerly, my pulse quickening with each step.
The path took us past the cemetery and into a small, wooded area that separated the church property from the neighboring fields.
As soon as we were out of sight of the parking lot, Connor’s demeanor changed.
His shoulders straightened, his stride lengthened, and when he turned to look at me, his eyes had that dangerous glint that made my knees weak.
“You just couldn’t behave yourself, could you?” he asked, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that sent shivers down my spine.
“I missed you,” I said, trying to sound innocent but failing miserably. “Can you blame me?”
In one swift motion, he had me backed against a tree, his body pinning mine. “Yes,” he growled, his mouth hovering just inches from mine. “I can absolutely blame you. We’re supposed to be careful.”
“No one saw,” I argued weakly, my breath catching as his hand slid up to grip my jaw. “Well, except Evelyn and Mrs. Henderson. But she’s not gonna tell anyone—”
“That’s not the point.” His thumb traced my bottom lip, his eyes following the movement. “The point is that you deliberately disobeyed me. And what happens to disobedient boys?”
I swallowed hard. “They… uh… get punished.”
“That’s right.” He pressed his thigh between my legs, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp. “On your knees.”
The command sent a jolt of electricity straight to my groin. I glanced around nervously. “Here? But what if—”
“I said,” he interrupted, his voice dangerously soft, “on your fucking knees.”
His tone left no room for argument. I sank down slowly, the pine needles cushioning my descent.
From this position, I had to look up to see his face, shadowed now in the fading light, the angle making the cowboy hat topple off my head.
He towered over me, powerful and in control, exactly how I wanted him.
“You’ve been teasing me all evening,” Connor said, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. “Making me hard in a room full of people. What am I supposed to do with that, pup?”
“I—” The words caught in my throat as I watched him slide the leather through the loops of his jeans. My mouth went dry at the familiar sound, a Pavlovian response that had my cock straining against my zipper immediately.
“You what?” Connor prompted, one eyebrow raised as he finished unbuckling. “You’re sorry? Because you don’t look sorry, pup.”
“I’m not,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Not even a little bit.”
A dangerous smile curved his lips. “At least you’re honest.”
He unzipped his jeans slowly, the metallic rasp of the zipper loud in the quiet woods.
I licked my lips in anticipation, my eyes fixed on his movements.
The lights from the church parking lot were just distant enough to cast everything in shadows, but I could still make out the massive bulge straining against his underwear.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
I complied immediately, my lips parting as he pushed his jeans and underwear down just enough to free his cock. It sprang forward, already hard and leaking. The sight made me whimper with need.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Connor asked, wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft. “To get me all worked up in public, so I’d have to drag you out here and use that pretty mouth of yours?”
I nodded eagerly, unable to tear my gaze away from his cock. “Yes, sir.”
“Such an eager little slut,” he murmured, and the words sent heat flooding through me. “Always so desperate for my cock.”
He stepped closer, the head of his cock brushing against my lips. I opened wider, my tongue darting out to taste the salty precum beading at the tip. Connor hissed in pleasure, his free hand coming up to grip my hair tightly.
“No hands,” he ordered when I reached for him. “Behind your back.”
I obeyed, clasping my hands behind me, making myself completely vulnerable to him. The position forced me to rely entirely on my mouth, exactly how he wanted me.
“Good boy,” he praised, the words sending a thrill through me despite the circumstances. “Now take it.”
Without warning, he thrust forward, pushing his cock past my lips and into the wet heat of my mouth. I moaned around him, the thick weight of him heavy on my tongue. He didn’t give me time to adjust, setting a brutal pace that had me struggling to breathe around him.
“This is what happens,” he growled, his fingers tightening in my hair, “when you tease me, pup. You get my cock down your throat until you learn your lesson.”
I whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as he hit the back of my throat. But I didn’t pull away. I wanted this, I wanted to be used, to please him, to be his good boy even while being punished.
“Look at me when you suck my cock,” he barked, giving my hair a tug.
I raised my eyes to meet his, maintaining the connection as he continued to thrust into my mouth.
Tears streamed down my cheeks now, but they weren’t from pain.
They were from the overwhelming sensation of being completely dominated, of surrendering control to him.
His eyes were dark with lust, pupils blown wide as he watched me take him.
“That’s it,” he growled, his pace relentless. “Such a good cocksucker. Is this what you wanted when you were playing footsie under the table? To be on your knees in the dirt, getting your face fucked?”
I moaned around him in affirmation, the vibration making him hiss with pleasure. My own cock strained painfully against my jeans, desperate for attention it wouldn’t get. Not yet. This was about Connor’s pleasure, about taking my punishment like the good boy I wanted to be.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving me gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting my swollen lips to the head of his cock.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “Hands and knees. Now.”
My heart hammered in my chest as I scrambled to obey, turning to present my ass to him.
The pine needles bit into my palms as I positioned myself, feeling utterly exposed even though I was still fully clothed.
I heard Connor spit, and then felt his hands at my waistband, roughly unbuttoning my jeans and yanking them down along with my underwear.
“Look at you,” he said, one hand caressing my exposed ass. “So eager to be used.” His fingers dipped between my cheeks, finding me already slick with lube. “You prepared for this, didn’t you? Before the church dinner?”
I nodded, my face burning with embarrassment and arousal. “Yes, sir. I was hoping...”
His hand came down hard on my ass, the slap echoing through the trees. “Hoping I’d bend you over and fuck you the first chance I got? Such a little slut.”
The words sent a shock of pleasure through me. I pushed back against him, silently begging for more. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing but not entering.
“Ask for it,” he demanded, his voice tight with restraint. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please,” I whispered, too far gone to care about pride. “Please fuck me, sir. I need your cock inside me.”
“Louder,” he growled, pressing just the tip inside, making me gasp.
“Please!” I cried out, not caring if anyone heard now. “Fuck me, Connor. I need it so bad.”
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me, stretching me wide. I bit my lip to stifle my scream, the burn and fullness overwhelming in the best possible way. He set a brutal pace that had me rocking forward with each thrust.
His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises, anchoring me as he pounded into me. Each thrust hit that perfect spot deep inside, making my neglected cock bounce and leak between my legs.
“This what you need, pup?” Connor growled, his voice rough and breathless. “Need to be fucked out in the open where anyone could see what a slut you are for my cock?”
“Yes,” I moaned, dropping to my elbows to change the angle. “Oh god, yes.”
The new position drove him even deeper, and I had to bite down on my forearm to keep from crying out loud enough for the whole church to hear.
My knees dug into the forest floor, pine needles and dirt sticking to my skin, but I didn’t care.
All that mattered was the delicious drag of his cock inside me, the way his hips snapped forward with each thrust, claiming me completely.
“Such a tight little ass,” he hissed, one hand sliding up my back to grip my hair, forcing my head back. “Taking my cock so well. This ass is mine, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I gasped, the word barely audible through my panting. “All yours, sir.”
He slowed his pace suddenly, grinding deep inside me, circling his hips in a way that made me see stars. “Show me how much you want it,” he commanded, releasing my hair. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”