Chapter 40 #2
“You lied to me. You’re not pretty when you come. You’re fucking gorgeous. A goddess.”
Before she could respond, he delved into her again, this time with his mouth. He played with her nipples as he licked, and a second orgasm rocketed through her. He coaxed every last shiver, pulse, and aftershock from her with his tongue and teeth.
She was a useless pile of mush when he climbed her body, trailing kisses along the way.
When he reached her face, he kissed her deeply.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the happy chemicals he’d provided, her limbs heavy.
His hard cock rested against her stomach and he rolled his hips, grinding it into her.
“Do you still want me to fuck you?” Connor’s voice was gravel in her ear, and with one sentence, she was full of energy again.
“No,” she said. He groaned and rolled away. She rolled with him, straddling him and rubbing herself against his erection. He sucked in a breath. “I want to fuck you.”
He rolled them again, and she whined. “Hey!”
Connor got up and crossed the room, opening the top drawer of his dresser. He grabbed something and faced her again.
In one hand he held a condom. In the other, a piece of paper.
“You have options,” he said.
He handed her both items, and she set the condom aside to read the paper. His test results.
She looked at him through her lashes and chewed her bottom lip.
“I’m clean too. I got tested after Lance. I think I have the results on my phone if you want to see.”
“Sweetheart, I just devoured your pussy. Whatever you have, I have.”
Olivia burst out laughing.
“Well, following that logic, I also have whatever you have. I’m on birth control.”
Connor laid down and dragged her on top of him.
“I know,” he said, guiding her hips back and forth on his dick. Her arousal coated him, and the tip against her clit had her fired up again despite the two mind-bending orgasms he’d already given her. “But I wouldn’t care if you weren’t. We can start trying whenever you’re ready.”
That was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. On the next slide of his cock against her, she tilted her hips, and he sank in to the hilt. He let out a hiss.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he said.
Olivia played with him. She tested his reactions to her movements. She leaned forward and bit his neck. He let out a desperate moan. Running her nails down his abs made him groan. Her hand tangled in his hair coaxed a sigh from his lips. Every reaction fueled further exploration.
She earned the best response when she flicked his nipples. He whimpered. She stopped the movement of her hips and repeated the flicking.
He bucked against her, and she said, “Ah ah ah. I’m playing.”
She focused her attention on his nipples, flicking, rolling, licking, sucking. And not doing a damn thing with her hips.
To his credit, he stayed still. His whimpers grew more and more desperate until finally he gave her what she wanted.
“Please, Livy.”
“Please what? Use your words.”
He opened his mouth to speak, and she rolled her hips, cutting him off.
“Please fuck me. Play with my nipples and slide your pussy all over my dick.”
She rewarded his obedience by grinding on his dick like he asked. Olivia returned her attention to his pecs, trailing kisses across them.
“Okay, you’ve been very patient,” she tested the praise, and he whined. Interesting. “I’m going to fuck you.”
“Thank fuck,” he said, driving his hips up, burying himself deeper inside her.
“But,” she said. She thrust against him. He groaned, and Olivia grinned. “Don’t come until I say you can.”
“Fuck.”
Olivia set a fast pace with her hips, grinding into him while she did all the other things she had learned he liked.
“Livy, I’m going to—” he said, far too soon.
She bit the nipple she’d been sucking, earning another whimper. “No, I’m not done playing.”
He stilled his own movements, doing his best to follow her orders. She didn’t slow, and she increased her attention on his pecs until he became a squirming, quaking, babbling mess.
“Please, Livy. Please, let me come. Please.”
“I don’t know if you’ve been a good boy yet.”
He pulled in a sharp breath, and Olivia worried she’d said the wrong thing until Connor whined, “I have. I’ve been such a good boy. I promise. Please.”
Olivia hadn’t known she would like his begging so much.
“Do you want to come inside me?” she asked.
“Fuck, yes. Can I?”
She didn’t answer him, dragging out his agony a little longer, watching his face contort as he tried to keep his climax at bay.
When she was confident it might kill him to go a single second longer, she said, “Yes. Come inside me. Now.”
His cock pulsed inside her, and she enjoyed every tremor of his release. It made a sticky mess when she collapsed on top of him.
He shuddered through his last aftershock, his whole body relaxing. He let out a shaky breath and stroked Olivia’s back.
“Where the fuck did you learn that?” he asked.
She grinned. “I was winging it.”
They giggled, and she asked, “Good boy, huh? That’s what does it for you?”
“I fucking guess. Coming from you, at least.”
“I enjoyed the begging. A-plus. Very good boy.”
“I will follow after you, kissing the ground you walk on, if you do that again.”
They cleaned up their mess, and Olivia spent her first night sleeping in Connor’s bed. She hoped she never had to sleep anywhere else again.