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It’s too much to take, and as Connor sucks on my neck, I fall apart with a moan. He keeps working me, teasing my clit, my swollen folds, and dipping his clever fingers inside until a second orgasm shocks me. This time I do almost collapse, but he supports me with ease. His heavy-lidded gaze meets mine in the mirror and the slow curve of his mouth into a smirk has me matching his expression.
Pressing up on my toes, I kiss him, smiling into it. The kiss is sweet for a moment while he gives me a second to catch my breath, then it turns heated as I start to tug at his hair. He squeezes my breasts in both hands, trailing his lips down my neck to my shoulder.
In our frenzied kisses and touches, we end up on our knees in front of the mirror. My back is slick with sweat, overheated and sensitive to every touch.
His hand covers my jaw and throat, pulling my head back for a filthy kiss. Our eyes meet and he presses his cock between my thighs, brushing against my throbbing pussy.
“You want it?” Connor thrusts slow and dirty, making me gasp at the sensation of him gliding against my folds between my legs.
“Yes.” I moan, leaning against him, my skin burning up. “Please, I want you
.”
“Easy, baby. Put your hands here.” He arranges me how he wants me, hands planted on either side of the mirror on the wall. “Don’t look away.”
Connor disappears for a moment, rummaging through drawers. I hear a foil packet tear and watch in the reflection as he rolls a condom on. He positions himself behind me, takes my hips, and finds my gaze in the mirror.
“Okay?”
This is nothing like things were with Henry. Connor always checks if I’m into it and doesn’t pressure me. If I didn’t want this, I know he’d stop and slow us down.
“Yeah.” I’m ready, so turned on.
“Good.” He grins and bends to kiss the center of my back. “I’m going to wreck you, sunshine.”
The first press of his cock at my entrance makes me choke on a gasp, my fingers scrabbling at the wall. He hushes me, dipping a hand between my legs to rub my clit. He takes his time, focusing on working me close to the edge as he eases in. I’m so full. It’s tight, his cock thicker than his fingers, but when he moves his hips and presses his fingers harder against my clit, I drop off a cliff into pleasure. My breath fogs the mirror as I press my forehead against the glass.
“Goddamn, baby. Squeezing my cock so good already. Fuck.” He starts a slow, torturous pace that draws my orgasm out and grips my hair. “Look at me.”
My gaze snaps to his.
Connor looks like a king of debauchery and devious pleasure. His lips are parted, gazing at me intently, gray eyes full of unwavering want. He tightens his hold in my hair—not enough to hurt, just to control the angle of my head. I like it, being at his mercy. His thrusts pick up and my mouth falls open on a silent cry of pleasure.
He falls forward with a rough, possessive sound and my body arches against his, sinking back into his lap as he lowers to the ground to pump into me faster. His scent is all around me, musk mixed with a hint of spice, making me dizzy.
“Fuck, Connor,” I breathe, reaching back to hold on to his hair as I roll my hips to meet his thrusts.
“You like that?” Connor rasps in my ear, squeezing my breasts. He bites the shell of my ear and drops a hand to my clit. “Right there?”
My entire body shakes as my core convulses with pleasure, cresting over my body in waves of ecstasy. I’m delirious and flying high with his arms locked around me. It feels perfect.
Connor groans in my ear and I feel him twitch deep inside my body. He hugs me close, not letting me go for a second as we come back to earth.
“Fucking amazing,” he murmurs in my hair, caressing my skin with the tips of his fingers. Gathering me in his arms, he takes me to the bed and kisses my forehead before ducking into the bathroom. A minute later, he comes out and climbs in with me. “Come here. You okay? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He smooths my hair back, taking stock of a spot on my neck he probably left a hickey on. “Are you sore? We can get in the shower or the hot tub if you are.”
Shaking my head, I snuggle into his embrace. “No. Just want to lay like this.”
“You’ve got it.” He kisses the top of my head and holds me tight.
I fall asleep with his fingers combing through my hair, my head resting on his chest, feeling blissed out.
Twenty-Two
Connor
A few days later, I can’t take the shit in my house anymore. Damien keeps arguing with Mom about the benefit “incident”. He means that Mom put on her happy wife mask. Get over it, bro.
Dad’s been scarce, most likely off with the librarian from school he’s been spending time with, making the house feel like the inevitable train wreck we’ve all been barreling toward: Damien and Mom getting married. That’s what she keeps promising him, anyway.
