Chapter 55 Edward - Coded
Edward - Coded
Maisie
“Say something to distract me from going after that guy to make sure he never bothers you again.” Connor breathes heavily, fists clenched, pacing his room.
Maybe his anger should scare me, but it doesn’t.
I know it’s just because he’s protective, and I know it’s something he’s working on in therapy. I also know he would never hurt me.
“I was jealous when Angie talked to you that night at the swim house party,” I blurt out. “I didn’t understand it then. Well, more like I didn’t want to admit why it was impacting me, but I was so worried she was going to try to go home with you.”
His brows furrow. “Maize, the only one I would have gone home with that night was you. I only had eyes for you.”
I smile, warmth radiating off my cheeks at both our admissions.
He takes my hand, rubbing circles with his thumb. “You wanna know what I thought that night?”
“What?” I ask, curiosity piquing.
“That some day, we’d have a first kiss. I had to hope it was true, even though you were with someone else. Turns out, you beat me to it in the hotel pool, but if I’m going to take second place to anybody, I’m glad it was you.”
I suck in a breath, letting his words wash over me.
He reaches up and brushes a misplaced piece of hair behind my ear. He lets his hand linger on my neck, and I close my eyes at the sensation of his massive yet soft hand touching me so intimately.
When my eyes open, he’s watching me with a tenderness that breaks me apart.
This man is beyond anything I could ever hope or dream for.
Plus, his admission means he’s had some semblance of feelings for me since that night.
I want to say something meaningful back, but the words are stuck in my throat.
Instead, I lean forward, pressing my lips to his.
A vibrating hum escapes the back of his throat, only egging me on further.
In a slow dance, I shift, so I’m straddling him at the edge of the bed.
Our lips meet and pull away. It’s slower than we’ve ever kissed, exploratory, intentional.
His fingers skate up my ribs, and I shiver.
I grind my hips down and am met with the hard length of him.
I’ve never seen him fully unclothed, and I decide that tonight I want to—with his permission, of course. I work my hips harder as our kiss intensifies. His fingertips curl into my hips with a delicious pressure. If he leaves bruises, will everyone be able to see when I’m in my suit? Do I care?
He wraps an arm around me and shifts like he’s going to move me to my back, so I tense, placing my hands on his chest.
“Wait,” I say, and my voice has a rasp to it I don’t recognize. “I want to touch you. Please.”
His eyes search mine as if looking for something contradicting my words. I stare back, hoping that he sees and feels all my intentions. That he can feel between the lines of what I’m not saying out loud. I’m yours. I want to be yours forever. But please don’t break my heart.
I shift to standing and slowly lift my dress, letting it glide along every curve of my body in agonizing slowness. When I finally lift it over my head, I step into him, bending down with a curve to my lips.
“Your turn,” I command.
His mouth kicks up, too.
“As you wish,” he says before quickly removing his shirt and standing to unbutton his shorts.
When we’re standing there in only our underwear, inches from one another, I reach my hand out and run a finger along the top of his navy-blue briefs.
The skin on his stomach pebbles at my touch, and I allow my hand to sink in until I have a full grip.
He groans, and it shoots an electric jolt up my spine.
I’ve barely touched him, but every line of his body is flexed and taut. I can tell he’s fully restraining himself, and having this effect on Connor is intoxicating.
“I want to make you feel good,” I breathe.
His lust-filled eyes find mine and pierce through me with so much intensity that I’m worried I’ve said something wrong.
He runs a finger along the top of my bra, over the curve of my breast. My body leans into him with abandon.
He pulls me in closer by the small of my back before whispering, “I love that you want to make me feel good. Believe me, I really fucking love it, but I need to be clear that you don’t owe me anything.”
His tenderness, his worry for me, somehow still surprises me, even though it is so him.
“I know,” I whisper back and punctuate it with a stroke where I’m still holding him.
“I want to. The freedom you give me, the lack of pressure, the full and total support—it’s everything, Connor.
It allows me to step into being a woman, and right now, I want you to let me do that because it’s what I want.
” I stroke my hand once more, and he lets out a garbled sound, a mix of elation and agony.
“Fine, but here’s how we’re going to do this.” He pulls my hand from inside his underwear and bends to remove them altogether.
He springs free, and my eyes nearly fall out. I know I just felt him, but he’s huge. I’m small—like, all of me is small: hands, mouth…everything. Nerves swirl, but he takes my hand, calming me instantly.
He kisses me as he unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
As he begins kneeling in front of me, working my underwear down my legs, he says, “We’re both going to make each other feel good. I can’t sit idly by while you get me off, but I won’t take that away from you either.”
I step out of my underwear. He peers up at me, both of us fully bare now, and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder to lick a long stripe straight up my center.
I somehow manage to gasp and moan simultaneously.
It’s not a pretty sound, but it’s honest. Connor’s tongue can do no wrong as far as I’m concerned.
He continues for a few more seconds before saying, “You’re going to sit on my face backwards and you can have full access to my cock to do whatever you like, but if you don’t come, neither do I, got it?”
My eyes flutter in surprise at his words.
As far as being physical goes, Connor has been one surprise after another, and I am not mad about it.
The fact that he’s still concerned about my pleasure more than his own when I’m all but begging him to let me touch him says so much.
Karsen would never. It was always about him; I see that now.
And I’m really liking how I feel from this new way of doing things.
I give full control over to Connor as he locks our lips again, shifting us back to the bed. He turns me around so my back is to his chest, slinking a hand between my legs to feel the wetness there, and he groans, the combination keeping me absolutely desperate for him.
In a move I’m convinced only a peak athlete such as Connor could pull off, he lies on his back while picking up my bottom half, pitching me forward on my hands and knees.
He wastes no time taking me into his mouth, and I rush to gather his hard cock in my hand.
The dual sensation of working on each other’s pleasure is already sending me close to the edge.
I lean down further, just close enough that I can lick the tip as I continue to stroke him.
His responding growl reverberates through my entire pelvis, sending pinpricks of pleasure up my spine and even to my ass.
The ass that he has gripped tight, so he can move me any which way he goddamn pleases.
I love that he has me, that he wants me, and that he lets me know it.
I let my mouth glide over his length, and this time, I’m the one groaning. I work him with both my hand and mouth, while he physically moves me over his tongue, grinding my hips for me in a pattern I don’t think I could have performed myself.
Fire licks up my spine and lingers at the base of my skull as my legs contract.
He holds them tighter as I’m sent flying over the edge, a wave of pleasure emanating throughout my entire body, even down to my toes, all while my lips are still wrapped around his cock.
It’s a sensual gluttony I’ve never had the honor to experience before.
As I’m riding the waves of aftershocks, Connor quickly lets out, “Gonna come. You don’t have to—” His words are lost, but I know I want all of him.
My pleasure doesn’t ebb in the slightest as I double down on my efforts.
His whole body jerks, and he uses my center as a cover for his scream as he releases into my mouth.
There’s so much, but I swallow down as much as I can, the rest dribbling out between us.
It’s filthy, and I smile; I can’t help but love everything we just did.
He maneuvers us so we’re lying on the bed facing one another. He licks the remaining mess from my lips before finishing with a tender peck, his arms wrapped tightly around me and my leg caught between both of his.
“You’re…remarkable,” he says, still catching his breath. “Absolutely fucking remarkable. But are you okay? You didn’t have to swallow.” His lazy gaze turns steely, his concern for me never leaving.
I beam at the praise and press soft kisses to his chest. “I’m perfectly fine. Better than fine, really. I wanted to.”
His arms relax, worry abated. He kisses the crown of my head. “Do you want to go back downstairs?”
I sigh, content in a way I never have been before. “No. I don’t think I do. Let’s stay here as long as we like.”
And so we do.