24. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR #3
My hips jerk into Connor’s fist as I come over his hand, my knees threatening to fold beneath me while pleasure keeps ripping through my stomach, my breath breaking against the wall with every pulse.
His hand moves once more and a jolt tears through my cock so sharp that my hips twitch away from it.
“Fuck,” I pant, squeezing my eyes shut.
Connor huffs against my shoulder, half laugh, half breath, before his mouth presses to my skin.
He stays there, lips warm against my shoulder while I’m still trying to get my legs underneath me, and my chest gives one stupid, painful squeeze.
Connor’s hand slips away, and I feel him start to pull back, which has my eyes snapping open and my fingers closing around his wrist before he gets anywhere. I drag him straight back against me.
“Don’t you dare,” I rasp.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he breathes against my shoulder.
His hips shift with the words and his cock drags against me, pulling another shudder through muscles that haven’t stopped shaking yet.
I let my head fall back against his shoulder.
“I’m not one of your fragile girls,” I huff, reaching behind me, closing my hand around his cock and guiding him back between my ass cheeks, pressing back against the head until Connor sucks in a breath.
I turn my face enough to catch the edge of his expression. “So shut up and fuck me.”
“You’re such a dick,” he mutters, the deep bite of his fingers over my hips stealing what little satisfaction I might’ve got from winding him up when my breath catches instead.
“Yeah?” I brace both palms against the wall, locking my elbows when my legs threaten to wobble again. “Take it out on my ass then.”
Connor curses, spreading his palm over my stomach and pulling me firmly back against him as he pushes in.
“Fuck.”
The stretch burns, my ass clenching around him. Too tight. Too full. My hips twitch forward, palms slipping against the wall.
Fuckfuckfuck.
I asked for this.
I fucking asked for this.
“Theo, shit,” Connor curses, freezing inside me.
I almost swear at him until his hand starts moving over my stomach, slow circles beneath my ribs while his chest rises and falls against my back.
“Fuck, are you okay?”
I drag air into my lungs through my nose and make myself unclench. My thighs loosen first, then my stomach beneath Connor’s hand, and the burn gradually eases until I can feel past it.
The fullness doesn’t go anywhere.
“Mhmm,” I barely manage to hum.
Connor stays exactly where he is, determined to make me fucking ask for it again.
“Fucking move,” I gasp.
His fingers flex against my hip. “Theo.”
I press my forehead into the wall, because of course the stubborn bastard is going to stay exactly where he is until I give him what he wants.
“Please.”
Connor groans and finally moves.
My breath breaks apart as he draws back and pushes forward again, slower this time. The stretch still burns, but each steady movement takes some of the edge off until my fingers loosen against the brick and the breath I’ve been holding finally spills out.
By the next one, I’m pushing back to meet him.
Connor’s grip tightens around my hip as I do it again, taking him deeper, and a low sound drags its way out of my throat.
There goes the last of my fucking dignity.
Heat gathers low in my stomach, getting tighter with every movement, and when Connor’s hand wraps around me again, my breath catches somewhere between a gasp and a fucking choke.
It’s too much, but I’m already sinking back against him, a whimper slipping out as my head falls onto his shoulder. My throat stretches beneath his mouth, and Connor’s hand slides up to close around it, holding me firmly against his chest.
My eyes squeeze shut as the next thrust catches inside me, sending a blinding rush of pleasure straight through my body.
Connor does it again, and the same vicious rush tears through me before the first has even faded. My legs shake beneath his arm, every rock of his hips finding that same fucking spot until I’m pushing back into it, chasing him there.
Oh.
Oh, fuck him.
“That’s it, baby,” Connor murmurs against my ear. “You’re taking me so well.”
Connor fucking Reid is talking to me like that while he’s got me trembling against his chest, and apparently my cock thinks that’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Connor.”
His name falls apart on the way out, barely recognisable beneath the breath I’m trying and failing to drag into my lungs.
Connor strokes me in time with his thrusts, his cock dragging over that same spot inside me every time he pushes forward. My stomach clenches as I tighten around him, another pulse of pleasure running through my already oversensitive cock. Fuck. I’m getting close again.
Connor groans into my neck, burying his face against me as his teeth catch my skin. The bite sends another jolt through me, but this time his hips falter with it.
His next breath breaks against my throat, his rhythm finally breaking, and feeling Connor lose it behind me takes whatever chance I had of holding on with him.
A strangled sound tears out of my throat as everything hits at once. My knees buckle beneath me, but Connor’s arm locks around my waist and keeps me against him while I come again, shaking so badly I’d be on the fucking ground without him.
I can’t get my legs to work. Can’t get enough air. Can’t do much of anything except stay there with Connor wrapped around me while the last pulses drag through my body.
And somehow, through all of that, one thought still manages to crawl through.
I’m never going to hear the fucking end of this.