16. Chapter 16 #2
“Are you sure you want to do this here?” he asked between kisses. “You already know the risks.”
I leaned back against the wall and grabbed the back of his hand, guiding it up the side of my leg and pulling the pink satin with it. His eyes darkened when I moved his hand over the front of my thigh to the sheer panties I wore. “I want you too much to care about the risks right now.”
He groaned, sliding the fabric to the side and drawing his finger along my slit. “As I can see,” he said, lowering his lips to my neck. “You’re always so wet for me.”
His fingers slipped easily inside me, and when he pressed them against my g-spot, I moaned. Connor put his hand over my mouth. “Now, now, little pearl. If you want me to make you come, you have to be quiet. Can you do that?” I nodded.
Connor smirked like a challenge had been issued, one he used his fingers so precisely to win.
I bit back a whimper when his thumb circled my clit, but when he hit the right combination, curling his fingers at the same time he pressed on the bundle of nerves, I moaned.
I clapped my hand over my mouth, but it was too late.
He stopped, pulling his fingers from me. My jaw dropped.
“No, please don’t stop,” I whined while my pussy clenched.
“You know I’d love to make you come and watch you fall apart for me right here, right now,” he said, reaching behind my neck and unclasping the necklace he’d hung there earlier.
I could smell myself on his fingers when he brought the necklace around to the front, gathering it in his hands.
“But if one of your brothers or any of their guys catch me with my hand inside you here, they’ll try to kill me. And nobody needs to die today.”
He kissed me gently while unsatiated need settled in my core. My lip rolled out in a pout. “Nobody will know,” I said, making a promise I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep.
“Everybody will know,” he countered, wiggling his brows. Then, he slipped his hand beneath my dress again, moving my panties to the side and sliding his fingers into me.
I gasped around the cold, realizing when he pushed a few more into me that he was still holding my pearls. “What are you—”
Connor pushed the necklace into me, one pearl at a time, and I moaned, surprised by the sensation of the cold against the warmth of his hand.
“I can’t keep my fingers buried in you, but I can fill you with these pearls you look so lovely in.
It’ll bring me great joy to watch you squirm, knowing exactly why.
He pulled his fingers out, and I clenched around my necklace.
Connor moved my panties back and placed a quick peck on my lips.
“Don’t worry, I promise to finish taking good care of you when I get you home. ”
I clamped my mouth shut when we heard the door to the reception hall open and the volume of the music get louder before it shut again. “Maybe they went back this way?” Aurora said to another bridesmaid. My eyes widened. Shit.
Connor gave me a small nudge, pushing me out of the alcove into the hall.
When I took the first step, the pearls shifted, rolling against my g-spot, and I gasped.
I clenched tighter around them, trying to hold them in place while I took another step.
With each step, the sensation got more intense until Aurora turned the corner.
“There you are!” she shouted, reaching forward and grabbing my arm. “Where were you? It’s time to cut the cake!”
“Sorry, I had to, uh…pee.” When Aurora looked at me from the side of her eye, it was clear she didn’t believe my excuse. My cheeks felt warm, and if that was any indication of how red I was, I wouldn’t believe me either.
“Yeah, good luck getting Giaco to believe that.” She laughed loudly and then led me quickly into the reception hall. By the time we came to a stop in front of the cake table, my pussy was throbbing. I clenched harder in an effort to stop the sensation, but all it did was intensify.
“I kind of like watching you fidget,” Connor whispered, stepping up beside me and wrapping his arm around my waist.
I gave him a side-eye glance while Ronan and Nellie cut the cake Nellie baked herself.
They took turns delicately feeding each other a bite, giggling between frosting-covered kisses the photographer eagerly took pictures of.
Connor only chuckled, pulling me against him and kissing the top of my head.
The music started up again, playing a much slower song—one that made the already dim lights feel even dimmer. Connor grabbed my hand, but there was a sinister look in with the romantic. “Do you want to dance, little pearl?”
My body trembled already with the first step and the reminder of exactly what I was feeling.
“I don’t know if I can,” I whispered when he pulled me to him.
We started to sway, and I took slow, deep breaths to maintain my composure.
Still, I could feel the movement of each individual pearl with every step, and it sent waves of intense sensation through my entire body.
“Sure you can,” Connor said, smirking while he spun me and pulled me back against him. When my body pressed against his, I moaned.
“I can’t,” I whined, moaning again when we turned. My legs trembled threateningly beneath me. I shook my head, planting my feet and looking up at him with a pleading look. “If I keep moving, I’m going to come,” I whispered.
Connor bent down, holding me to him and letting his lips hover over my ear.
“Isn’t that what you wanted anyway?” My eyes got wide, but he didn’t take the step.
He waited a second while I came down from the edge and the song ended.
Then, he moved, and the sensation started the build all over again. What have I done?
“You two look so cute together,” my mom said, scurrying by with my aunt while I tried to keep a straight face. I pleaded silently with Connor, tightening my grip on his jacket.
“Thank you,” I said, cringing when my voice cracked. I pressed my knees together, leaning against Connor to mask the way they quivered. Then, I looked up at him. “I need to take these out.”
He shook his head, and pressure built in my core.
Each step wound it tighter. “You will—when I get you home.” Connor winked like he hadn’t just promised to torture me for the foreseeable future.
Suddenly, I wished the DJ sucked and that the wedding was almost over, but I knew that wasn’t the case.
It would be hours before we left. “I love watching you try not to come.”
“Connor, please. I can’t… Not here.” I stopped moving, thankful when the song ended and the DJ came on to announce it was time for toasts.
I closed my eyes, bringing myself back from the edge while people started tapping silverware against their glasses.
Each deep breath I took settled me, but when I adjusted my weight from one leg to the other, I was reminded how easily my legs would start to tremble if I moved.
He shrugged and threw his arm over my shoulder, letting me settle against him before he kissed the side of my temple. The smirk on his lips could only be described as lustful evil. “Then don’t.”