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I continued to stroke my inner thigh until I eventually brought my fingers lower. Pushing the lacy fabric aside and baring myself to him, I gently trailed my fingers down the wetness. Conor was blatantly stroking himself now, his eyes blazing with heat. I ran two fingers down my wet, aching centre before bringing them up to circle my clit.
“Fuck,” he swore and the grumbly sound of his voice only heightened my arousal.
I continued slowly circling my clit, my legs spread wide for his viewing pleasure, then dipped two fingers inside myself and let out a low, keening moan.
On instinct, I moved my foot, the one he’d been holding, over to his crotch and rubbed at his straining cock. He shuddered, letting out a rumbling growl. I whimpered, removing my fingers from inside and bringing them back to my clit. My circles were faster now. I could feel my orgasm building.
Conor gasped when I ran my foot up the entire length of him, pressing in hard. He gripped my ankle again, shooting me a warning glance but I refused to quit, too obsessed with hard feel of him.
“Yvonne,” he muttered huskily before pressing his hand to my foot, rubbing it harder against his erection. A bolt of pleasure shattered through me, my orgasm hurtling closer. My other hand went to my bra as I pushed one cup aside and palmed my breast.
“Conor,” I breathed.
“Yes, baby, make yourself feel good,” he growled in approval and I moaned again, pinching my nipple before pushing the other cup aside, too. Both of my breasts were free, spilling over my bra as I whimpered and touched myself, seeking the heightened pleasure that was just a tiny inch out of reach.
“Come for me,” Conor urged. “I want to see.”
His voice only goaded me to put on a bigger display. I’d never felt so powerful or so desired as I did laying there with my legs spread wide and his hot gaze consuming every inch of me. It was almost too intense. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, palming my breasts and rubbing my clit until finally I came, my body trembling with the swiftness of it. The sound of Conor’s groans as he watched made it even more pleasurable.
I breathed heavily, chest heaving, as the waves of my orgasm petered out and I covered my face with my arm. I couldn’t believe I just did that. Self-consciousness trickled in once again but then I felt Conor crawling over me. He moved my arm out of the way so that I was looking directly at him.
“That was by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he rumbled then shocked the hell out of me, all coherent thought fleeing my brain as he took my fingers, the ones I’d just used to make myself come, and slid them into his mouth, tasting me. I didn’t think I could get turned on again so soon, but watching Conor lick and suck at my fingers caused desire to swell within me anew.
He released them from his mouth and plastered his lips to mine, kissing me in a way that made me feel completely laid bare. I could taste myself on his tongue as it invaded my mouth, licking at me like he couldn’t get enough. He settled between my legs, my naked sex flush with the still throbbing erection in his pants. He began to thrust, rubbing his cock at my needy flesh and I was ready to come all over again. He made me insatiable.
I just wanted more. Anything he was willing to give, I would take.
So I opened my legs wider, gripped his shoulders as I pulled him closer and kissed him like it was both the first time and the last.
5.
Conor
I wasn’t sure what came over me. I honestly hadn’t intended for this to happen, but then Yvonne was sitting across from me on the couch, her feet on my lap and I had this intense vision of her laying there, legs spread wide, touching herself while I watched.
As soon as the suggestion left my mouth, there was no going back. A part of me didn’t believe it was happening, but the other part knew not to question what a lucky son of a bitch I was.
I’d just watched Yvonne Flynn, the woman I’d lusted after since I was a teenager, finger herself on my office couch. She made herself come and I hadn’t been lying when I said it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I broke our kiss long enough to glance down, then groan at the way the cups of her bra pushed up her pert tits. She looked incredible, so soft and sexy and pliant after her orgasm. I wanted to watch her come again, perhaps this time against my tongue, but then she was sitting up, climbing off the couch and lowering to her knees on the floor.
“Stand up,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed and I groaned.
Was she offering what I thought she was? I really was a lucky bastard.
“Yvonne,” I said, gently reaching out to stroke her cheek. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to, Conor,” she responded, her gaze intent.
Groaning again, I moved practically on autopilot as I stood and came to stand before her. She took my hand in hers, briefly pressing her plump lips to the centre of my palm, then nuzzling it. Fuck, this woman was going to be my undoing.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathed and she flushed. Her gorgeous cheeks reddened as she reached for my belt buckle. I had to make a concerted effort to calm down as she undid my fly and pushed my trousers down a few inches. She pulled my painfully hard cock free and I made a hum deep in my throat when she whispered her lips across the head, feather light.
“You’re big,” she said, her eyes rounding as she took me in.
I couldn’t say anything, could barely breathe. All I could do was gently stroke her hair away from her face and focus on keeping my legs from buckling. She peppered kisses along my shaft and I swallowed, squeezing my eyes shut for a second. This felt too good. I had no idea how I was going to handle it when she took me into her—
Yvonne’s lips wrapped around the head of my cock and every inch she lowered her mouth had me holding in an endless string of expletives. Fucking Christ, she was heavenly. I never felt anything as good as her soft, wet mouth. I was going to come way too soon. I could feel it building, my balls tightening. Over a year ago Marianne and I broke up and I hadn’t been with anyone since. I’d never been a one night stand sort of bloke. I liked relationships, which meant it had been one hell of a dry spell. And now…
