17. Chapter 17
Grace
“Ithink that went well, all things considered.” I tried not to let my voice sound strained, taking one of my pearl earrings out and setting it on the counter in Connor’s bathroom.
I reached for the other one while Connor leaned against the doorframe.
He locked eyes with me in the mirror, and, when he smirked, it drew my attention to my bare collarbones.
“Which part? The part where you took a date you knew your whole family would hate to your brother’s wedding?” he asked, stepping into the bathroom and putting his hands on my hips. “Or the part where you almost came all over those pretty pearls of yours?”
I gasped, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Um…both?” My cheeks turned a deep red when Connor moved his hands to the front of my hips, pulling the satin dress I wore up my legs.
“You still have them inside you, don’t you?
” The pink satin moved to reveal my bare legs and the thin panties that were soaked at this point.
I may as well have not been wearing any.
I nodded, adjusting my weight from one foot to the other and humming when the pearls moved inside me. “And you still haven’t come?”
I sook my head, remembering the beads of sweat that formed on my thighs while I concentrated on not coming in the middle of the dance floor. It was a wonder I was able to walk out of there at all.
“You poor thing.” Connor hooked his finger around the waistband of my panties, and as he tugged, pulling them past my hips, my breathing hitched.
I watched our reflection in the mirror—the way my chest rose and fell, the pink blush that matched the dress, the look in Connor’s eyes that told me he was barely resisting the urge to devour me right there.
My panties made a quiet, barely-heard thud when they hit the ground, and Connor’s fingers were reaching between my legs before I had a chance to step out of them.
They laid bundled around my ankles, even while he nudged my foot and I spread my legs further.
The pearls moved inside me like they would fall out, and I clenched tighter around them. My breath hitched.
“So wet. You must be feeling so desperate,” he teased, sliding his finger inside me and hooking the digit around the string of pearls that somehow managed to mostly stay put during the bouquet toss. Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to jump to catch it.
“I can tell by the look in your eyes how badly you need release.” When he pulled the strand with agonizing precision, I felt them come out of me, one pearl at a time. My eyes rolled back, and he chuckled.
Desperate might be an understatement.
The pearls glistened in his hand, and his lips rolled into a grin.
I couldn’t take my eyes from the necklace or his face, so I didn’t see him bringing his other hand up until he wrapped his hand around my neck.
He curved his hand under my chin, directing my head backward so I was looking up at him.
Then, he dangled the necklace over my mouth, dragging the bottom pearl over my lips.
I ran my tongue along my lip, tasting the remnants of my evening from the pearls.
I kept my lips parted while Connor slowly dropped the necklace into my mouth, one pearl at a time.
He held my chin, keeping my head in place while the smooth beads danced over my tongue.
They tasted like the way I needed Connor to touch me, and I hummed.
With the last pearl, I closed my lips around his finger and sucked gently, earning a low groan from his chest. “You look so perfect when you’re starving for me.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of my lips and smirked. “And that’s exactly what you are, isn’t it? Starving for me.”
He pulled slowly, bringing each pearl out with a quiet pop, and he narrowed his eyes. When the last pearl left my mouth, I giggled before I drew my tongue along my bottom lip. “Does that mean you’re going to feed me?”
“I’m going to do more than feed you, little pearl.
” Connor carefully brought my hands together, wrapping the strand of pearls around my wrists like a shimmering, elegant rope.
Then, he kissed my neck, and I melted into him while he lifted my wrists and pinned them against the mirror.
“The question is, how long will it take before you completely fall apart?”
His breath on my neck made me shiver, and his hold on my hands had me forgetting where we ended and our arousal-tainted reflection began.
“Not very long,” I admitted, swallowing the urge to beg him to take me now.
His fingers drew circles along the inside of my thigh—if I started begging him, he might stop.
“Good,” he said, pushing my hands against the glass harder. The counter pressed into my hips, leaving behind an ache that would probably bruise the next morning. “Then we’ll have time to do it over and over again.”
Connor’s fingers spread my lips and found my clit, circling it.
My pussy clenched around the promise of what was to come, and my legs buckled quickly.
I was already on the edge—I had been since the Celine Dion song he made me dance to, even though I had whimpered on every step, not to mention the whine that came with every agonizingly slow turn.
“Oh my God,” I whispered when he buried two fingers inside me and curled them. My eyes rolled back until the image of us in the glass blurred. “Oh my God.” I almost said it a third time when he pulsed his thumb against my clit.
“What do you think he’s going to do, hmm?
” Connor chuckled when my body folded forward and my weight rested on my hips against the counter.
His hands held mine firmer, and the pearls dug into my wrist. “He’s not going to stop you from breaking for me.
Nobody is. It’s just you and me now. You’re going to come apart for me and be my broken little thing, and then, I’m going to play with all your shattered pieces.
” I whimpered, feeling my composure beginning to crack already.
When the swirling in my core came to a sudden, tense halt, my legs started to tremble. More than they had on the dance floor—they shook like the ground was unstable beneath me. I left handprints on the mirror that turned into smudges over our reflection.
“Just like that,” Connor said, encouraging me when my knees hit the side of the counter. He pinned me between him and the surface. “Such a perfect little pearl. Come just. Like. That.”
I cried out while the squishing sounds his fingers made inside me got louder.
My release trickled over his hand, leaving drops on my thighs.
More were left behind on the tile when Connor wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me abruptly.
I squealed when he carried me to his bed, dropping me to my knees on top of the mattress, the pearls still loosely wrapped around my wrists.
When I arched my back, my dress fell around my shoulders and gathered there.
Connor ran his hands along my sides and over my back, following my arms to my wrists.
I thought he might take the pearls off and get rid of the dress, but instead, he pinned my hands to the mattress and pressed his lips against the center of the back of my neck.
He left one hand holding my wrists while the other moved to unfasten his belt.
I held my breath at the sound of his zipper, anticipating the hardness of his arousal.
“Is this what you wanted, little pearl? What you spent all night craving?” His voice was husky while he lined himself up at my entrance.
He used the tip of his dick to trace around my clit, pausing to smack it against me.
As hard as he was, I knew I wasn’t the only one who spent all night wanting it.
“Yes,” I whined, trying to push against his hold to find more friction. “Please?”
“I’ll give you everything you want.” He thrust into me, and I cried out at the feeling of fullness. “Take all of me.”
The sound of our bodies clapping together mixed with heavy breathing and the muffled moans I released into the mattress.
Connor’s grip on my wrists got tighter until he held my wrists down with both hands.
His weight on me was comforting, and it made me feel like I disappeared into him—like there was nothing but where our bodies meshed, and he couldn’t get any deeper. I grunted, wishing he could.
Connor panted heavy against my neck, and I shivered, even as sweat formed in tiny beads on our skin.
My body was on fire, and his body didn’t smother the flames—each touch fanned them further.
I steered quickly toward the edge, and it was like every thrust threatened to send me over it.
I tried to hold on, biting the blanket beneath me and rolling my eyes back.
It didn’t work. I dropped the blanket from my teeth and moaned. “Connor, I can’t hold it.”
“Then don’t hold it. Take exactly what you want,” he grunted, speeding up until his hips jerked. My pussy clenched around him, matching the intensity of his groans. I pushed my hips back against him fervently, eager to savor every last feeling of his muscles jerking.
When he stopped, he kissed my neck and then my shoulder, breathing deeply before he untangled the pearls from my wrists. He passed them from one hand to the other, grinning while he lazily observed each pearl. Then, he set it on the nightstand.
“I love these pearls,” he said, hooking his finger under my chin. “And now, every time you wear these, you’ll remember this moment. You’ll know you belong to me. Every bit of you.”
I curled my body against his, planting soft kisses against his chest until I settled into him. Then, I hummed. “I already knew that.”