Chapter 17 Connor McCormick Was a Very Good First Date #2
After a lifetime of being surrounded by bullshit artists, it was exhilarating to be with someone who let their actions speak for themselves. There was no artifice, just pure desire.
He ran his hands down my back to my ass and lifted me. Hopping up, I wrapped my legs around his hips. His hardness settled between my thighs, bumping against my clit as he took a step. I ran my fingers through his coarse hair, nibbling his plump bottom lip, evading his attempts to deepen the kiss.
Huffing, he fell back onto the couch, and I landed in his lap with a yelp.
“Sorry.” Connor chuckled into my neck, trailing kisses from there to my chest. His warm, wet mouth enveloped a pointed peak, and I arched into him with a hiss.
“You don’t sound very sorry,” I grumbled.
He hummed around my nipple, making my eyes fall shut in pleasure.
Reaching out, I searched the cushion next to us for the condom.
“Yes,” I moaned when I found it. Placing my hand on his forehead, I shoved him back.
I tore open the wrapper, unable to go another second without him inside me, and wiggled back on his lap to make room to roll the condom down.
“We should go to bed,” he panted, making no attempt to get up.
“The couch works.” Hovering over him, I dropped down, taking every inch in one fluid motion.
“Shit, Sarah.” His head rolled back, but he kept his eyes on me.
We shared a smile, and a dam of emotion burst open in my chest. Since meeting Connor, the summer had been about more than just work and survival—I’d actually had fun.
But it was more than that. I legitimately saw a future with him. After that horrible day at the lake, he had spent his nights holding me and chasing away the nightmares. He’d more than proved that I could trust him.
I moved up and down slowly, my fingers digging into his shoulders, anchoring me to him. Nothing in my life had ever felt this real. Connor gripped my ass, spreading me wide, and thrust up.
Our breathing became labored as we moved, learning just how our bodies fit together. A thrust hit in a weird way, and I winced, causing him to make a slight change.
Adjusting his hips, he softly kissed me and murmured, “Better?”
“Yes,” I breathed out, the new angle allowing him in deeper.
Licking his thumb, he slipped his hand between us and started to rub small circles against my clit.
I gasped, my head lolling to the side.
“Good?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, my sweat-slick body jiggling as I bounced on his lap.
His muscles tensed with each thrust, drawing my eye. I ran my fingers down his abs, my breath hitching when they rippled under my touch. He groaned, his grip on my hips tightening as he let me explore his slick skin.
I will never get enough of him.
His beautiful eyes followed my gaze to where we were joined. “Goddamn.” Small puffs of air hit my nipples as he huffed. “Look how perfectly you take me.”
I moaned. His words sliced through me, provoking unexplored feelings bubbling under the surface.
“Sarah,” he gritted out, and I forced my eyes open. “That’s it, baby.”
My thighs burned from riding him, but his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass spurred me on. There was no way I could stop, not when Connor was giving his all. We both continued to make small adjustments, heightening the pleasure building between us.
Everything tensed as I reached the edge. “I need—I need—”
As if reading my mind, Connor started to move wildly, pulling me down with each thrust.
“Connor! Like that!” I held on for dear life, spiraling until an intense release washed over me. Moaning loudly, I pulsed around him, my limbs going slack until my forehead fell to his shoulder.
Taking my trembling body as his cue, Connor finally let go and came with a deep, satisfied groan.
We sat panting for a moment, wrapped in each other’s warmth. The comfort his embrace brought me made no sense considering I’d only known him for about a month, but I was past questioning it. Burying my face in his neck, I breathed him in and thanked whatever cosmic power that brought us together.
Loosening my grip, I noticed eight half-moon marks in his skin. Placing a soft kiss on his shoulder, I gently lifted, making sure the condom stayed put.
“Well, that was something,” I said, flopping next to him on the couch.
He gave me a deep-dimpled smile, and my heart thumped even faster. It had been a while since I’d had sex, and I felt pretty damn good. It didn’t hurt that I was seriously into the guy.
Lying back, I threw an arm over my face, leaving me exposed. Only this time, I was too satisfied to care.
Lifting my leg off his lap, he stood, and I listened to his soft footsteps as he threw the condom away in the kitchen. “Do you need anything?”
“Nah,” I said with a yawn.
He reached over me for a blanket and situated us so we were cuddling and cozy. Kissing my hair, he sighed. “What a good first date.”
We shook with laughter until we started kissing, getting lost in each other all over again.
Connor McCormick was a very good first date.