Chapter 36
thirty-six
. . .
CONNOR
Whitney is wrapped around me like I’m a prized teddy bear she won at a carnival. One arm and leg flung over my body while her face nuzzles into the crook of my neck.
It’s heaven, and hell. Because after the whole naked bodies pressed together under one towel escapade last night, it’s like my dick has been on a rollercoaster. Up. Down. Then up again.
Now, with her against me, I’m waking to another raging hard-on.
I turn my head to look at the clock. It’s six-thirty. We’re supposed to be on the road soon. But right now, my body doesn’t care about schedules. It has its own agenda.
I stare at the ceiling and try to breathe through it like a normal man. Like I didn’t spend last night stealing a towel with her and then falling asleep to the sound of her soft breathing.
At some point—when Whitney’s body heat and proximity peaked—I ditched my t-shirt.
Her fingers drag lazily over my ribs, then suddenly pause like she’s awake enough to realize what she’s touching.
She lifts her head an inch, eyes barely open.
“Oh,” she says, voice warm with sleep. “Good morning.”
I close my eyes.
“Morning.” It comes out tight, like the bulge in my shorts is straining my vocal cords.
Her mouth twitches. “You okay?”
“Honestly?”
“Yeah.”
A laugh slips out of me and it’s pure self-deprecation. “I’m barely hanging on, but that’s a problem I can fix in the shower when I get back to my room.”
Her gaze sharpens like she’s suddenly fully awake.
She shifts, then swings a leg over me like she’s claiming territory. Like she’s claiming me. And fuck if I don’t love the feeling of it. She has me. I’m hers. Simple as that.
“Don’t leave.”
I look up at her, taking in her bright eyes, her perfectly messy hair, and that mischievous smile that makes me fall harder every time I see it. It’s the truest version of Whitney. The one she tries to cover up for those who say she’s too much.
“That’s a dangerous thing to say to a man who’s trying to behave.”
She settles on top of me, pressing down against my erection. Even through the material of my shorts and her panties, I can feel the warmth of her pussy.
Fuck me.
I swallow hard and force myself to hold back a groan.
She grinds her center against me again. “I don’t want you to behave. I want to make you come.”
Christ. She’s going to kill me.
“Have you thought about me sucking your cock?”
“Only a million times.”
“I’ve thought about it, too.”
Shifting backward, she pulls my waistband down to free me.
My dick is painfully hard. So much blood flow, the skin is tight and hot. And leaking.
Whitney leans forward and licks the drop of precum from my stomach.
The sight of her leaning over me, and sensation of her tongue has me squeezing my eyes shut, begging myself not to lose it.
“You don’t want to watch?” she asks.
I open my eyes to find her staring at me.
“Just that one lick has me losing my goddamn mind. I’m afraid I’ll finish before I’m ready.”
She leans back again and reaches for the hem of her t-shirt, then lifts it over her head. My dream girl is now topless and straddling me, her scrap of underwear the only thing between us.
“Whit, that’s not going to help.”
“No?” She takes the weight of one breast in her hand, then circles her nipple with her thumb. Her lips part on a sigh as she works her nipple into a hardened peak.
Fuck. This girl is going to ruin me.
“If your goal is to embarrass me, you’re on the right track.”
“How’s that?” She smiles, all innocence.
“You’re so fucking pretty and I’m about to come all over myself watching you tease me.”
“Hmm, I better stop.” She reaches for her shirt. “I don’t want you to come too soon.”
I yank the shirt from her hands and toss it across the room.
“Don’t cover up. I love seeing all of you.”
She smiles, slow and easy, right before her hand grips my length, and my hips jolt off the mattress.
Her thumb slowly moves up and down the underside of my cock. Like she’s studying me. Like this isn’t simply about getting me off, but learning me. Seeing me. And it nearly undoes me.
“I’ve been wondering what you would sound like when I did this.”
Her tongue flattens against my head before she sucks me into her mouth.
A feral groan escapes my throat.
She hums and the vibration alone has me spinning out.
She pushes forward, and no matter how much I want to thrust to meet that perfect mouth of hers, I hold back.
I’m used to taking charge, making it about me, but I can’t do that with Whitney. I’m building trust and part of that trust is her being in control.
She releases me and shifts back on her heels, a look of confusion on her face.
“Am I doing something wrong? It feels like you’re holding back.” Her eyes widen in horror. “I’m not using my teeth, am I?”
I sit up and reach for her. “Whitney, you’re perfect. I just—”
“You want me on my knees?” She wiggles her brows. “That’s hotter, right?”
She doesn’t wait for an answer before scrambling off the bed and kneeling there. Following her movement, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and reach for her.
“Trust me, everything you do turns me on.” Collectively our eyes drop to my rock-hard dick. “That’s not the issue.”
“Then what is it?” Her hands move along my thighs as she looks up at me in frustration. Like me holding back from slamming my cock to the back of her throat is an outrage.
A hookup used to be easy and mindless, but with Whitney, everything feels precious and sacred. If I let go, I’m not going to want just this. I’m going to want all of her. I already do.
She stares up at me with those big blue eyes, and I know I’m fucked. I’ll do whatever she wants.
“Don’t hold back, Connor. Come on. Fuck my mouth like I know you want to.”
Her eyes gleam with the challenge, like she wants the honest version of my want, not the polite one. I want to give it to her, but I also don’t want to scare her off. So, I have to find the balance between my want and Whitney’s need.
My thumb brushes the edge of her full lips. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”
“Yes.”
I stand and grip my cock with one hand. Then press forward to trace the head of it around her lips, painting her with the precum leaking from the tip.
“Open your mouth, Whit.”
She does, and I press the head of my cock past her lips. I give her a few shallow strokes, testing how deep she can take me.
Her tongue slips along my shaft, coating me again with her saliva. I ease in and out, letting her adjust each time I thrust.
“Fuck, baby. You look so pretty on your knees for me.”
Somewhere between the perfect feeling of her wrapped around me and the look in her eyes as she watches me start to lose it, I come undone. I let myself feel her and take what she’s giving me.
“God, you feel so good.”
My hips buck and I allow myself this one thing. To fuck her mouth like she asked me to.
With a palm at the back of her head, I let myself go.
She opens her throat up and I find a new level of ecstasy. Fucking Whitney’s mouth, as she looks up at me like she’s fascinated. Like she can’t wait to see what I look like when I spill down her throat.
“I’m so close, baby. You gonna swallow every drop for me?”
She moans, dipping her head slightly to nod as she secures her hands around my thighs and that only spurs me on.
It doesn’t take long before my spine tingles, and the force of my orgasm hits. My thighs shake as my vision goes blank from the euphoria of how perfect Whitney’s mouth feels.
“Fuck, baby.” I groan, pulsing down her throat.
When my vision returns, Whitney is staring up at me with a cheeky smile. Her lips swollen and wet while her eyes shine with the effort of keeping her throat open.
She releases me, and I wipe my thumb along her lower lip, still catching my breath. “Holy fuck, Whit. I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
“So, mission accomplished?”
Yeah, she’s going to ruin me. Scratch that. She already has.
I reach for her, hands at her ribcage, and pull her back onto the bed.
My mouth finds hers, kissing away the rough edges. I let my hands explore her body. Caressing her breasts and brushing over her hardened nipples. She moans into my mouth, and I know from the way she’s grinding her pelvis against mine that she needs to come.
I slip a hand between us and cup her pussy. She’s drenched. Slickness coats her thighs.
“Jesus, baby. You’re soaked.” I slip two fingers into her pussy and curl them. “This from sucking me off?”
“Yes.” She moans.
“Then it’s my mess. And I should clean it up.”
I lick down her throat, pausing to tease her nipples with my tongue while my fingers continue to work inside her.
Then, I kiss down her toned stomach and to the apex of her thighs.
The small patch of hair above her pussy is a huge turn on.
I like the way it tickles my nose when I lick up her center.
I hook her legs over my shoulders so I can eat her like I want to. Deep and raw. My tongue lavishing her. Licking her clean, only to thrust my fingers inside and feel another rush of her arousal leak out.
“Connor. Oh, fuck.” I press three fingers inside and curl them against her outer wall, then flick her clit with my piercing. “That’s it. Don’t stop.”
I wouldn’t stop if the hotel was on fire. Making Whitney come is a privilege, and I won’t take it for granted.
“I won’t stop.” I swirl my tongue against her clit. “I could eat your pussy all fucking day.”
She tightens around my fingers and I know she’s close.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
And she does. Hard. Screaming my name like it’s a blissful kind of torture.
As she comes down from her orgasm, I kiss my way back up her body. When my mouth finds hers, she opens to meet me, her arms wrapping around my neck as I deepen the kiss.
Her legs wrap around my waist. My length presses against her center, her wetness gliding against my shaft.
Fuck. I’m right there.
I could press inside her, and it would be game over. My body is already gearing up for that sensation. It would be so fucking perfect. Being inside her. Having her like that.
Except, I can’t.
She isn’t like the random hookups of my past.
“Hey,” I say softly, pulling back to look at her. My thumb tracing along her lips, still soft from our kiss. “You good?”
She smiles up at me, that mischievous gleam in her eyes. “I’d be even better if you were inside me.”
Her hands move over my arms, then glide along my shoulders before her fingertips tease down my chest. Her thumb grazes over the tattoo at my ribs. The sailboat. She thinks it’s a nod to my love of gaming and Sea of Thieves. There’s truth to that. But not all of it.
As she rocks against me, I almost lose control.
It’s clear this moment is designed to test me.
She’s so wet, so ready. So fucking needy. I could press my tip against her slickness and bury myself inside her in two seconds. Feel her walls grip me so damn tight as she takes every inch of me.
But with Whitney everything is different, and I can’t have her like this without having her trust. Because I want her first time with me to feel safe in every way.
I slow my movements. It’s subtle at first—my hips stutter, my hand on her thigh easing instead of gripping tighter, my mouth lingering instead of pushing forward.
She notices.
Her eyes flick up to mine, just for a second, like she’s checking in. Like she’s trying to read what just shifted.
That look alone almost makes me say screw it. Almost.
But I know what this is for her.
Tension. Chemistry. A way to burn something off.
And for me?
It’s already more than that.
So I force myself to pull back, and say the one thing I know will put a pause on this moment.
“I don’t have a condom.”
She stills beneath me.
“Oh, right.” She nods slowly, like she’s just remembering protection is an important part of sex.
Something flickers across her face, but it’s gone before I can fully catch it.
I hate that I can’t tell if it’s disappointment or confirmation.
Then, she presses her hand to my chest, not rough, but decisive.
“We should probably get ready to go. I’ve got to shower.”
I’m not ready for the distance, but she’s already moving. Out from under me. Off the bed. Toward the bathroom.
“Hey,” I reach for her wrist, but she’s gone before I can fix it.
She pauses at the bathroom door, glancing back just long enough to give me a small nod that feels way too final for what just happened.
“I get it.”
A moment later the door shuts and the room stills.
And in the quiet, it hits me harder than it should—I didn’t just stop us from having sex. I reminded her who she thinks I am. A fuck boy with a big reputation.
A guy who knows when to walk away.
My jaw tightens, because that’s not what this was. Not for me.
And the worst part? She still doesn’t know that with her, I’m not that guy anymore.