Chapter 23 #2
I didn’t hesitate, pushing back eagerly to meet him.
I worked myself on his length, controlling the pace, the depth, showing him exactly how desperate I was for him.
The metal ring around the base of my cock made everything more intense, keeping me hard but preventing release until he decided I deserved it.
“That’s it,” he praised, his hands now resting lightly on my hips. “Use me, pup. Show me how bad you need it.”
I fucked myself on his cock with abandon, all thoughts of discretion forgotten.
The risk of being caught only heightened my arousal, making each thrust more intense.
I could hear distant voices from the church, knew anyone could wander down this path and find us, but I didn’t care.
Nothing mattered except the feeling of Connor inside me, stretching me, filling me completely.
“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “I need to cum. Please, sir.”
Connor’s hand snaked around to grip my cock, the sudden touch making me jerk and moan. “You think you deserve to cum after that stunt you pulled?”
“No,” I admitted, still working myself back on his length. “But please, I’ll be so good. I’ll do anything.”
His grip tightened around my shaft, careful of the ring as he began to stroke me in time with my movements. “Anything?”
“Yes,” I promised, desperate now. “Anything you want.”
He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Then you’re going to stay perfectly still while I finish.
Not a sound, not a movement. And when I’m done, you’re going to walk back into that church with my cum dripping down your thighs.
You’re going to sit through coffee and dessert knowing exactly what we did out here. Can you do that for me, pup?”
“Yes,” I gasped, the image alone nearly pushing me over the edge. “Yes, sir. I can do that.”
“Good boy,” he purred, his hand working faster on my cock while his hips took control again, pounding into me with renewed vigor. “Now cum for me. Show me how much you needed this.”
The permission was all I needed. I exploded in his hand, my entire body convulsing as pleasure tore through me.
I bit down hard on my arm to muffle my cries, tasting dirt and sweat as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me.
My ass clenched around Connor’s thick length, milking him as I rode out my orgasm.
“Fuck,” Connor growled, his rhythm faltering as my body squeezed him. “You’re gonna make me cum…”
He slammed into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he came. I could feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot seed just as he’d promised. His body draped over mine, both of us panting and sweaty in the cool evening air.
For a long moment, we stayed frozen like that, connected and breathless. Then slowly, Connor pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and used in the best possible way. I could feel his cum trickling down my thighs, just as he’d said it would.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, his voice softer now. I heard the rustle of fabric as he fixed his clothing, then felt his hands gently pulling my jeans back up. “Let me help you.”
I allowed him to dress me, too boneless with pleasure to do it myself. When I was decent again, he helped me to my feet, turning me to face him. In the fading light, his eyes were soft, the earlier dominance replaced by something tender.
“You okay?” he asked, brushing pine needles from my hair.
I nodded, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face. “More than okay. That was... intense.”
“Too much?” There was a hint of worry in his voice.
“No,” I assured him, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Perfect. Exactly what I needed.”
He smiled against my lips, his arms wrapping around me in a brief embrace. “We should head back before they send out a search party.”
“Connor?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
The words hung in the air between us, and for a moment I thought I’d made a terrible mistake. Connor’s body went rigid, his arms still wrapped around me but suddenly tense. I could feel his heart racing against my chest, and his breathing stopped completely.
“You don’t have to say it back,” I rushed to add, panic rising in my throat. “I just... Maybe I shouldn’t have said it.”
Connor pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine in the dim light filtering through the trees. The silence stretched between us, making my stomach twist with anxiety. Had I ruined everything? Was it too soon? Too much?
Finally, he exhaled, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. His thumb traced my bottom lip, a gentle touch that contrasted sharply with the rough handling from moments before.
“Ryder,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Do you have any idea how dangerous those words are?”
I swallowed hard. “I know. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“No,” he interrupted, pressing his forehead against mine. “Don’t apologize for how you feel. Never do that.”
“Then what—”
“I haven’t let myself love anything or anyone in a very long time,” he said, his voice so low I had to strain to hear it. “It’s safer that way.”
My heart sank. “I understand.”
“No, you don’t,” he said, his fingers sliding into my hair. “Because the problem is... I love you too. And that scares the shit out of me.”
My breath caught in my throat. “You do?”
He nodded, a small, vulnerable gesture that made my chest ache. “More than I should. More than is safe for either of us.”
Relief and joy flooded through me, making me light-headed.
I surged forward, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss.
He responded immediately, his arms tightening around me as if he couldn’t bear to let go.
I could taste the sweetness of apple pie on his tongue, mingling with the saltiness of sweat.
When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, I couldn’t stop the smile spreading across my face. “We’ll figure it out,” I promised. “Okay?”
Connor nodded. “Okay. Just… be patient with me, alright? I’ve got a lot of years of bad habits to unlearn.”
I squeezed him once more. “I think I can do that.”
“Thanks pup.” He bent down, grabbing my cowboy hat from the forest floor and dusting it off before he placed it back on my head. “We’ll talk about this more later. Right now, we need to get back before Evelyn rounds up a search party.”
With one last gentle kiss, Connor and I headed back to the church, following the path to the edge of the parking lot. As soon as the light reached us, we separated, keeping an acceptable distance between us. It didn’t look like anyone had missed us too badly as we stepped inside.
However, the moment we were past the threshold I looked up. And there, standing with his arms crossed and a furious look on his face, was the last person I wanted to see.
My father.