24
Sasha
Conor stares at me for a moment too long. I shouldn't have said anything. Why am I so stupid? He interrupted me mid orgasm and now my sexual frustration is coming out by asking him to take me. Who even says that? Jesus Chri-
My body is thrown back onto the bed, Conor’s giant frame towering over me. “Are you sure you want this?” He asks me, his voice is raw and raspy and full of so much need. “I need to know you’re not gonna run out on me again.”
There are a thousand voices in my head, screaming at me to stop this, but I can’t. My answer slips past my lips before I can fully think it through. “I promise, I won't run again.”
Conor and I are both attracted to each other, that much is very clear.
We’re both lonely and horny and we’re already pretending to be together anyway so why shouldn’t this happen?
It doesn’t have to mean anything more than what it is, both of us getting out all our sexual frustrations on each other. “This doesn’t change anything, right?”
“I know exactly what this is, Sash”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“I’m a grown man, I can handle myself.”
All the built up anger and tension leaves my body the second Conor’s lips meet mine. The kiss isn't slow or soft. It’s rough and frantic and full of hunger and need. His tongue teases mine, licking at me before pulling away and repeating.
My fingers tangle in his hair, my legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to me, leaving no space between us. He grinds himself against my already soaked pussy, causing a delicious friction that has me moaning into his mouth.
“You’re so responsive, baby.” Conor groans into my ear, kissing and sucking on my neck.
The barely there bed sheet that was keeping my body covered has slipped down around my waist, exposing my breasts to Conor’s dangerous gaze.
My body feels like it’s on fire as his eyes move over me.
He takes a handful of my breast, squeezing and kneading as his lips find mine again.
He pinches my nipple hard and then kneads it with his hand, squeezing gently again.
The pain heightens the pleasure causing arousal to leak out of me.
It’s a feeling I’ve never felt before. It’s so intense, the familiar feeling already starting low in my stomach.
The second this man touches my bare pussy, I will explode. And I need it.
Conor runs his tongue down my skin until he reaches my breast. He takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly. I arch into him, needing more. “You’re so perfect.” He moves onto my other nipple and gives it the same attention. The more I moan, the harder he sucks and fuck, it feels so good.
“Conor, please.” I beg, vibrating with so much need.
“Please what? Tell me what you want, baby.” Grinding his length into me again, he releases my nipple with a pop.
“God.” I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily, seeking the friction I so desperately need.
“You want God?” Conor says, an evil smirk playing on his swollen lips.
“I’m sure I can make that happen.” He licks his way down my stomach, moving the bed sheet down as he goes.
There’s something so sexy about being fully naked while the man above me is fully clothed.
I don’t know how to describe it. It's like I'm completely at his mercy.
Once the sheet is gone, Conor leans back, eyes locked on my exposed pussy. “Your cunt is so wet for me.”
“Fuuuck.” I’ve never had a man talk dirty to me before. Conor’s lips on the inside of my thigh brings me back to the present. He sucks on the sensitive skin until I’m a writhing, sticky mess beneath him. “Please, Conor. Touch me.”
He chuckles as he moves to my pussy, his hot breath fanning across me.
Bringing his hand up, he circles my clit as I moan, and then spreads me.
The second his tongue touches me, I see stars.
Flattening his tongue, he licks up the length of me before he licks and sucks my clit, gently at first, finding his rhythm.
I curse and moan, heat pulling low in my belly. He’s gonna make me come in record time.
He sucks on me hard and I scream, my hips bucking off the bed. He moves one hand to below my ass, grabbing a handful of my cheek and lifting my hips up. The change in angle makes the feelings more intense.
But none of that compares to when he brings his hand to my pussy, inserting one, thick finger into my wet heat, finding a steady, relentless rhythm. “Yes, yes, God, yes.” He sucks on my clit harder and fuck it feels so good. Too good.
“Are you gonna strangle my cock the same way you’re doing to my finger?”
“Yesss.”
“Good girl.”
Conor adds a second finger while he swirls his tongue around my clit. “Fuck!” He crooks his fingers, hitting the spot that’s gonna throw me over the edge. “I’m gonna come.” I pant and he doesn't stop. He keeps the same rhythm, the same pace, bringing me closer to the edge.
My spine tingles, my skin flushes hot and I go still, waiting for the moment of ecstasy that’s about to pour over me.
“Conor, fuck!” I scream, the orgasm hitting harder than it ever has before.
My whole body shakes and my hips buck in a desperate attempt to get away from the intensity, but Conor holds me in place, letting the orgasm ride out until the end.
His mouth slows as the overwhelming sensation fades, before he sits up, staring down at me in awe.
“You’re unreal.” He breathes out, wiping the evidence of my arousal off his face before coming down on top of me and taking my lips.
“That was so fucking hot.” Conor says between kisses.
I can taste myself on his tongue. It feels so dirty but so fucking good.
“Fuck me, Conor. Please.” I beg him. All my dignity has gone out the window as I move his shorts down past his hips.
He sits up, pulling his shirt over his head and then leans forward so I can continue pulling his shorts off.
Fuck me, this man is breathtaking. He’s so muscly and defined and seeing him in the shower did not do him justice.
“Have you got condoms?" He leans down, kissing along my collar bone. "I didn’t bring any.”
“No,” I sigh, “but I’m clean.”
“Me too.”
“And I have the implant.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I trust you.” There’s so much emotion swirling in his deep blues at my admission. It’s true. I do trust him. I trust him with my life, just not with my heart. “Fuck me, Conor.”
He lines himself up with my entrance, looking at me once more for confirmation.
I nod softly and take a deep breath as he slowly pushes in.
It’s uncomfortable as my walls stretch around him, accommodating to his size, but it feels so fucking good, a welcome intrusion.
“You’re so tight, Sash.” I whimper at his words, a rush of liquid spilling out of me, past his cock.
When Conor pushes himself all the way inside me, I scream. His hardness hits the spot deep inside that makes me lose control. He pulls out at an agonizing pace before pushing in again in one hard thrust. “Fuck!” We both shout in unison.
Conor picks up his pace, moving in and out at a relentless speed. One hand is gripping the headboard above my head while the other toys with my nipple. “Look at you, taking my cock so well.” Oh my God, this man’s mouth was made for sin. “Good fucking girl.”
“I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me Sasha. Come on my cock.”
“FUUUCK!” I scream as the second orgasm hits me full pelt. Conor’s movements turn sloppy as he spills inside me at the same time. There’s something so euphoric about coming together. I can feel him pulsing inside me, my inner walls clenching at the sensation.
Conor’s lazy gaze meets mine. “You are amazing.” He tells me, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on my mouth.
“I didn’t do anything. That was all you.” I laugh as Conor flops down onto the bed beside me, leaning on his arm, that bicep that has my mouth watering flexing.
“Not just now. You’re always amazing.” I turn onto my side too so I can face him. “Did I give you what you want?” He asks with that sexy smirk planted firmly on his face.
“What was that?”
“Did I make you see God?”
“Shut up!” I nudge him playfully, laughing along with him. I’m not telling him that he did, in fact, make me see God and I’m not telling him that I want him to do it again.
I feel so… whole. For the first time in what feels like forever, my mind is quiet. There’s no noise from the outside world filtering in. It’s… peaceful.
I’m wrapped in Conor’s arms, the blinds drawn, casting us in a soft darkness. The only sounds are the steady rhythm of our breathing and the distant hum of the traffic drifting in through the cracked window.
I don’t know where we go from here. I don’t know what tomorrow looks like or what happens next, but lying here like this, with him… tomorrow can wait.
I called in sick to work, something I have only done once before in my life, all because I didn’t want to leave this man’s arms. Conor wasn’t any better. He texted Josh to say he was sick as well and couldn’t make it to practice.
“Tell me something nobody knows about you.” I say, tracing lazy circles across his chest with my finger tips.
“Umm…” Conor thinks for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t think there is anything. I’m an open book.”
“Oh come on. There has to be something.”“I don't think so.” I lift off his chest to look at him but he won’t meet my eye. Liar.
“There is something!” I gasp dramatically causing him to chuckle. “Please tell me, Conor. I promise I won’t tell anyone.” I pout and give him my best puppy dog eyes that always work a treat, especially when I use them on this man.
He leans up, brushing his lips against mine for a brief second before pulling back.
His deep blue eyes have darkened, his pupils dilated as he stares at my lips.
Capturing them in his again, his tongue skates along my bottom lip as he pulls me on top of him.
I’m straddling his naked hips, my still wet pussy gliding easily over his hard cock.
He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging the tender flesh and I moan, my hips rocking on their own accord.
He grabs my ass in both of his hands, guiding my movements, helping me achieve the friction we both desperately need. His lips move to my neck, kissing lower and lower until he takes my nipple into his hot mouth.
I fist his hair, pushing his head away from my body. “Nice try.” I smirk, climbing off him and settling on the bed beside him again.
“Dammit!” Conor groans, running a hand through his messy blonde hair.
“If you tell me, I’ll give you something special in return.” Grasping his hardness in my hand, I squeeze, pump once, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.
“Okay.” The speed of his answer makes me laugh. “But you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone. Not even Olivia.”
“I promise, I promise.” I move my finger over my mouth as if zipping it up.
Conor inhales deeply before his confession flies from his mouth. “GreaseismyalltimefavoritemovieandIusedtodressupasDannyZukoeveryHalloween.”
I stare at him blankly. “I didn’t make out a single word of what you just said. Repeat, please.”
“Just so you know, I hate you right now.”
“Don’t lie, baby. You love me.” All humor leaves me when I look into Conor’s softening eyes. Nope. We are not getting into that right now. “Say it again. Slower this time.”
“Grease is my all time favorite movie.” Conor sighs heavily, running a hand down his face.
“And…”
He squeezes his eyes shut. “And I used to dress up as Danny Zuko every Halloween.” For a moment, all I can do is stare at him.
And then, my lips twitch. My shoulders shake.
I can’t stop it. “Sasha Reilly, don’t you dare lau-” It’s too late.
What started a tiny, uncontrollable squeak, turned into a full blown cackle.
Tears stream from my eyes, I’m snorting like a pig and I can’t fucking breathe but holy hell it’s so worth it.
Conor tries to stay offended. He really does. But the corner of his mouth betray him and a second later he’s laughing too. “It’s not that funny!”
“Oh, but it is.” I manage between breaths. “I can just imagine you singing along to it with no cares in the world, wearing a T-birds leather jacket.” Conor buries his face in a pillow. “Please tell me you were a theater kid.”
“I’m not answering that.”
I freeze and blink slowly at him. “Oh my God, you were!” Another wave of laughter hits me so hard that I get a stitch in my side. “Ouch, ouch!” I breathe out between bouts of laughter. “It actually hurts.”
“Serves you right.” Conor mutters but he's just as amused as I am right now. “I was gonna say that I can show you some old photos but now you don’t get the privilege.”
My head snaps up. “You have pictures?”
“I did.”
“Conor.”
“Not anymore.”
“Conor.”
“No chance.”
“I need to see them.”
“No way in hell. You’ll just laugh at me again.”
“Of course I will.”
“I knew it!” He points accusingly at me before stretching lazily across the bed. “And while you’re plotting other ways to embarrass me, I’m gonna just relax back here and wait for what you promised me.” A satisfied grin settles across his face.
“Jokes on you, baby.” He narrows his eyes. “I didn't say when.”
Before he can protest, I hop out of bed and wander over to my dresser, pulling on an oversized sweater and a pair of leggings.
“Okay now I really do hate you.” Conor sulks and I giggle again. I’ve laughed more this morning than I have in a long time. It feels… healing.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand with an incoming text, Olivia’s name flashing up on the screen.
Livvy: Is Conor with you?
I have to lie, right? Conor is supposed to be at home sick, not blowing off practice to spend time with me. That just screams suspicious.
Me: No, why?
Livvy: Josh said he called in sick but he’s not at his apartment.
Me: Maybe he’s in bed if he’s sick.
Josh: In the four years Conor has been with the Flames, he’s never called in sick.
Me: Okay… but maybe he really is sick.
I can call him if you want?
Josh: One day, he came to practice with food poisoning and pretended he was fine. He threw up all over the ice. So no, I don’t think he’s really sick.
I slowly lift my eyes up to look at Conor, “You’re so gross.”
“What did I do?” I show him my text from Josh and Conor grimaces. “In my defense, I didn't think that was gonna happen.”
Livvy: So you really haven’t heard from him?
Me: No. I’m at work.
Three dots appear. Disappear. Then come back.
Livvy: Funny. I stopped by your office with a coffee and they told me you also called in sick… Coincidence?
I stare at the screen and then at Conor. “We are so busted.”