21. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE #3
A strained sound comes from above me.
I look up.
Connor isn’t watching my face anymore.
His eyes are fixed on my hand beneath the towel, watching every movement while he fucks my mouth, and the look on his face sends heat ripping straight through me.
“Oh, fuck, Theo.”
My name breaks apart on the way out, his rhythm faltering as I moan around him.
Connor’s hips snap forward, burying himself deeper as a rough groan tears from his throat.
“God, I’m going to come.”
His whole body draws tight above me, fingers twisting harder into my hair as he pushes all the way in. The head of his cock presses against the back of my throat and stays there, keeping me exactly where he wants me while my fist moves faster beneath the towel.
Everything builds at once, winding tighter at the base of my spine until there’s no room left in my head for any of the shit that’s been tearing through it for days. No lake. No wondering what the fuck Connor wants from me when he can barely admit it to himself.
Just his hand in my hair, his cock in my mouth and my fist moving faster around my own.
“Theo-”
That’s all the warning I get.
Connor comes with my name still caught in his throat, hips stuttering as his grip turns painful in my hair. Heat floods my mouth, spilling across my tongue and down my throat as I swallow around him, taking everything he gives me.
The taste of him is enough.
My orgasm tears through me before I can even pull my hand away, a groan vibrating around him as my fist locks around my cock and come spills hot over my fingers beneath the towel.
I sway forward into Connor’s legs, swallowing around him as the last of it rolls through me, my whole body still pulsing with the aftershocks.
His grip gradually loosens in my hair, and I ease back carefully, letting him slip from my mouth before my forehead drops against his hip.
My split lip throbs, my throat feels wrecked, and my knees are going to fucking hate me later, but I can’t bring myself to move yet. I stay there breathing against him, waiting for my pulse to stop trying to beat its way out of my chest.
Connor’s fingers brush my cheek, the touch so fucking gentle I freeze, his fingertips trailing along my cheekbone before settling against my jaw.
I lift my head.
Connor is already looking down at me, his thumb moving slowly over the corner of my mouth, wiping away a bead of come, my mouth parting for it, his thumb slipping between them.
Connor’s breath catches as my lips close around it, sucking.
“Fuck.”
His hand closes around my arm, hauling me upright so quickly my legs barely manage to catch up. I grab his shoulders for balance, but then his forehead is against mine, and there’s barely time to drag in a breath before he’s kissing me.
I groan, sinking into it.
There’s nothing uncertain about his mouth now. He kisses me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue, and my already shaky legs threaten to give out all over again.
The sound of voices approaching outside cuts straight through us, and we tear apart so quickly I stumble back a step.
“Go,” I rush out, the word scraping painfully up my throat, Connor’s eyes snapping to mine.
He doesn’t move, searching my face, the voices getting closer.
“Connor, go.” I nod towards the other door. “Now.”
He finally takes a step, but his eyes stay on mine, and I can already see it starting again. The hesitation. The questions. Everything we’ve managed not to talk about waiting for one of us to be stupid enough to say it out loud.
We don’t have time.
Maybe I don’t have the balls.
Either way, I give him exactly what he’s been asking for since the lake.
I force a smirk back to my mouth.
“It was just a blowjob, princess.” Somehow, my voice almost sounds like mine. “Didn’t mean anything, right?”
Connor’s jaw clenches as he holds my gaze, and for one long moment I think he might call me on it.
“Right.”
The agreement settles like a pit in my stomach, but I keep the smirk exactly where it is because what the fuck else did I expect? I practically put the answer in his mouth and invited him to use it.
“Right,” I echo, forcing a chuckle as I jerk my chin towards the other door. “So get out of here.”
Connor still doesn’t move. His eyes search mine, hesitation written all over his face, and some stupid part of me waits for him to take it back. To say anything that doesn’t sound like the same lie we’ve already spent days hiding behind.
Another burst of voices carries through the corridor, and Connor finally turns, shoving through the other door without looking back.
I watch it swing shut behind him, the latch clicking into place with a finality that makes my forced smile disappear, the room feeling a hell of a lot emptier than it did before he walked into it.
I drag my tongue over my swollen bottom lip, tasting him. I rake a hand through the mess he made of my hair, fingers catching against the roots where he’d been pulling, and the sting sends the whole thing rushing back through me.
Just a blowjob.
Yeah, because that lie worked so fucking well the first time.