Page 99 of Make Me Mean It

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.