by Vivian Wood
When he reached her hip, she felt him search for her underwear and she laughed into his mouth. “Nothing there,” she said.
He grinned and squeezed her ass as he pulled her on top of him. As she straddled him, she could feel his hardness between her legs. She was already wet, but couldn’t help grinding against him. Even through his trousers, she got a hint of what that girl had meant by “built like a horse.” But Sam was so turned on, it no longer intimidated her.
Connor’s mouth moved from her lips to her jaw and traveled to her neck. The heavy jewels of the dress’ neckline stopped him. With one hand—the other still firmly on her backside—he reached behind her and unhooked the neck of the dress. It fell quickly around her waist and exposed her breasts.
A part of her felt suddenly shy, but Connor held her at arm’s length to admire her. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said.
His hand snaked below the folds of the dress, which was now solely held against her body at the waist, and he bolstered her up above him so her nipples met his mouth. She felt his fingers digging into her cheeks, dangerously close to her opening as the warmth of his mouth consumed one nipple and the next.
Sam whimpered as she felt her nipples harden against his tongue. She wanted desperately to be lowered, to be able to rub herself against his hardness again, but he kept her firmly poised inches above his lap.
She squirmed, and his hands that clutched her bare ass shifted closer to her center. His fingers spread her apart. The ache of emptiness was unbearable. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he told her between sucks on her nipples.
“Stop teasing me,” she said, frustrated.
“Is this what you want?” he asked as he lowered her back down. Instead of letting her go completely, he slid a finger inside her and pushed his thumb against her clit. She shuddered at the surprise of it—and the pleasure of having some part of him inside her.
Sam couldn’t bring herself to reply, but moved against his hand eagerly. His movements were skilled, with practiced flicks against her G-spot and just enough pressure on her clit to get her halfway to orgasm. But no closer.
She kissed him deeply, eyes squeezed shut. All she wanted was to come.
“Slow down,” he told her.
There was a part of her that thought maybe he’d just stop. Maybe it was all just a game, a power trip. She rode his hand harder, lifted her head and offered her breasts to his lips again. He spanked her once, hard. “I said slow down,” he said.
The slap surprised her, but even as the sting faded and she felt her ass turning red, she also felt a new gush of wetness between her thighs.
Connor slipped his finger out of her and flipped her onto her back. The coolness of the couch was a shock to her skin. He knelt and spread her legs wide. “You didn’t let me have any dessert,” he told her. “That’s not very nice.”
She smiled and let her head fall back as he kissed his way up her thighs. When he reached her mound, he kissed his way across it and trailed his tongue against her skin. He came so close to tasting her, really tasting her, and yet pulled back.
Sam shook her head back and forth, ready to burst. “What do you want?” he asked her.
“Connor, please,” she said and arched her back as far as she could.
“You’re going to have to tell me,” he said.
She worried her lip and he blew on her clit lightly. “I want you to eat me,” she said.
His tongue ran across her clit, firm and slowly, before it dipped down into the deepest of her folds. She cried out and dug her fingers into his hair to hold him closer to her. As he worked his tongue faster, she couldn’t stop calling out his name. When he slid a finger into her again, she reached for her breasts and pinched her nipples.
She didn’t want to come, not like this. “I want to taste you,” she said, breathless. He pulled his finger from her and left a flutter of kisses on her clit.
“What about the contract?” he asked, even as he unbuckled his trousers and she slipped completely out of the dress.
“Consider it on hold for the weekend,” she said.
When he revealed himself to her, she knew instantly the girl hadn’t been lying. She’d never really seen one before, not really, but he was huge. Still, that ache that throbbed deep inside of her didn’t stop.
She reached for him, but he stopped her. “Like this,” he said, and took the whipped cream from the abandoned tray of strawberries. Connor spread the cool sticky slickness across her breasts—and along his shaft. He straddled her chest and took her hands. “Press your tits together,” he told her.
As soon as she did, he slid his cock between her breasts and the tip into her mouth. Sam licked and sucked at him like she was starved. The heat of his length between her breasts and the sweetness of the cream blended with his own taste was intoxicating.
He kept one hand loosely on her head and caressed her cheek while he watched her take him deeper and deeper into her mouth. He rose up, brushed her hands away from her breasts, leaned down and kissed her. He lapped up every last part of the cream, from her lips to her swollen nipples.
“Every part of you tastes so good,” he said. She wanted to tell him the same, but her jaw ached and her lips were numb from sucking just the couple of inches he gave her.
Standing up, he scooped her up in his arms easily.
She laughed. “What are you doing?”
“I want to fuck you properly,” he said and carried her into his bedroom.
20
Connor
The way she looked at him when he tossed her on the bed, was with a degree of lust he’d never seen before. Her green eyes pulled him in.
When he penetrated her, she was shockingly tight. He’d been with women before who were religious about their kegels. He’d even been with one girl who’d had her vagina “reconstructed” so that she was supposed to feel like a virgin again. But none of them came close to how tight, how wet, and how addictive Sam was.
“Are you okay?” he asked her. She’d bristled when he entered her, but still writhed against him. “Is it okay to keep going?”
“Yeah, yes,” she breathed into his ear. “Please… I want you to fuck me.”
He buried his face in her neck and breathed her in. Connor was used to the looks when women first saw him. He knew he was big—that must be all it was. He took his time and slid in and out of her slowly.
When he teased her, lingered with barely his tip inside her, she struggled and demanded that he go deep. Every time he slid against her G-spot, she scratched at his back and cried out his name.
She was so wet it was almost unbelievable. “Get on top,” he told her. “I want to watch you.”
On his back, he watched her straddle him. Her hair had come undone and hung in knotted waves over her breasts. He reached up, pushed the hair aside, and pulled her nipples. She looked down and grasped his cock to place him at her opening.
Connor moved his hands to her hips. He loved to control women from here, when they thought they had all the power. “Slowly,” he told her. She’d let her weight fall onto him, but he held her up. He wanted to watch her take him in.
“Please,” she whispered when he was halfway in. He pulled her down, hard, onto him, and she called out.
Her nails dug into his chest and he clutched her ass as she rode him. She was perfect. Her breasts bounced wildly. Every part of her skin felt like silk. Sam’s wetness was so intense it dripped down between his own thighs.
Her eyes were closed and she ground hard against him. “Look at me,” he told her. She opened her eyes and he could tell she was close.
Connor pushed himself up and wrapped her legs around his back. From here, he was in complete control—and her nipples were once again aligned with his face. They were perfect with light brown areolas and tight little nipples. He lifted and lowered her onto his cock while he covered her chest in marks he knew would darken to hickeys by the next day.
Her legs were locked around him, his l
ap soaked with her juices. “Connor,” she gasped out. “I’m going to come…”
He could feel her orgasm start to wash over her as the heat of her insides throbbed. It was enough to push him over the edge and he came with her. When he exploded inside her, she screamed out louder.
It wasn’t what he’d expected or what he’d planned, not that he’d planned any of it. But he’d never come inside anyone before. Hell, he’d never had unprotected sex with anyone but Sandra before. There was something special about Sam, though.
She shuddered against him as she rode out the last of her orgasm. He kissed her neck gently and made his way to her lips.
Connor leaned back and lightly trailed a hand across her clit, though he was still inside her. She shook and laughed.
“Too sensitive,” he said.
“I, um. I’ve never done that,” she said.
He held her hips and pushed into her once more, just to watch her shake as a small tremor of an aftershock rocked through her. “I wouldn’t exactly call it a one-night stand,” he said with a laugh.
“No, I mean… never mind,” she said, and pushed off of him.
“The no protection thing?” he asked. “Sorry, me either. Not really. But I’m clean, I just got tested a month ago.”
“It’s not that,” she said. Sam perched on the edge of the bed, grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, and wiped up their combined juices from between her thighs.
“Then what is it?” he asked. “I mean… you didn’t like it?”
“No!” she said and looked at him, shocked. “It was amazing. Everything I’d imagined.” She blushed at that, as if she thought it had really been a secret that she wanted him. “It’s just… I’ve only been with one person before.”
“Yeah, right,” he said with a laugh.
“I’m serious!” she said. “Sexually, just one person. And… well, just one time.”
“Wait a minute,” he said. “What do you mean one time? And what about all those models—”
“They’re just for fun,” she admitted, her head hung low. “We flirt and sometimes we kiss. Not much. But that’s about it.”
“But you weren’t a virgin, right? I mean, I wasn’t—”
“No. Technically, no, I wasn’t a virgin. But… shit, this is embarrassing,” she said.
“Hey,” he said as he wrapped an arm around her. He suddenly felt protective. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything.”
“No,” she said with a sigh. “I want to. So, when I was sixteen, I had sex with my high school boyfriend. Kind of. It was terrible. Almost traumatizing.”
He looked at her, concerned. “Did he do something? Did he—”
“No! No, nothing like that. We were just, you know, kids and inexperienced and everything. It lasted maybe two minutes, max. I don’t really remember much after he… well, you know, tore my hymen… just a lot of pain and then it was over.”
“So, why did you … why was it only the one time? If he was your boyfriend?”
She looked at her lap, ashamed, and pulled the sheet around her chest in a makeshift toga. “We ‘dated,’ if you want to call it that, for about six weeks before that night. He was older, a quarterback on the varsity team. I was just a sophomore. He wasn’t faking the relationship with me, not really. But…”
“But what?” he asked.
She looked at him, and he knew all her walls had fallen down. “He told everybody,” she whispered. “Everybody. The next day at school, everyone knew.”
He let out his breath. Connor had known guys like that in school. He hadn’t been one of them, but more than once he’d laughed along as a buddy had shared his latest conquest. “I’m sorry, Sam,” he said.
She shook her head and let out a small laugh. “It’s not your fault.”
“But that was a long time ago. Do you think that’s why it was just that one time? Or…”
“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “I’m sure that certainly didn’t help. But I also just never felt comfortable with anyone. You know? Don’t worry, it’s not like I was holding out for ‘the one’ or anything,” she said with a smile.
He grinned and looked away. Connor had to admit, there was a part of him that had started to suspect that. The strange thing was, he liked it. It humbled and honored him. What’s the matter with me?
“I, well, I wish I would have known,” he said. “I would have, uh, been a little gentler. I suppose.”
“I liked it,” she said.
“Yeah, I could tell,” he said, and nudged her with his elbow.
She giggled. “What can I say? That’s what years of sexual suppression and build-up will do to you.”
Connor lay back on the bed and pulled her down with him. She curled into his chest with an arm and leg spread over him. It felt natural, easy. He’d never been one for cuddling after sex, and usually merely tolerated it, if anything. But with Sam it wasn’t just about the sex. That had been phenomenal, but there was something more between them.
“So,” he mused. “Contract’s suspended for the weekend, huh?”
“That was my executive decision,” she declared.
He felt himself start to harden again. It was the press of her breasts against his chest, and the wet heat against his thigh. What the hell? We’ve already fucked once, what could another time hurt?
He ran over every possible justification as he leaned down and kissed her again. She responded instantly and ran her hand across his chest. Still, he was worried. There were feelings stirred up in him that went much deeper than lust. You’re going to screw everything up.
But he couldn’t stop himself. She’d reached down and had stroked him into full hardness. As Sam kissed his neck, down to his stomach and straddled his thigh as she took him into her mouth, he just couldn’t stop it.
She felt amazing, every part of her. Sam gripped his base while she took him deeper into her mouth toward her throat. He gasped out. Already she was riding him at his leg, and her juices dripped down his thigh.
Connor opened his eyes and watched her. She worked him like a pro for this basically being her first time. Of course it couldn’t be, not with her this comfortable about it. He couldn’t help but be doubtful.
“You give head like a pro,” he told her.
She smiled up at him and licked the length of his shaft.
“This your first time?” he asked her.
She nodded. “But I’m not going to lie,” she said with a slight blush. “I’ve watched my fair share of porn.”
So that was it. The idea of her watching porn while she got herself off made him even harder. He wanted to watch her, to see how she handled herself. “When was the last time?” he asked her.
She flicked her tongue across his tip. “Last time what?” she asked.
“The last time you got yourself off watching porn,” he said as he raked her hair back and held it in a fist behind her head.
She turned red. “Um, well, you kind of interrupted me,” she said.
“What do you mean?” His cock throbbed, begged for her mouth, but the curiosity was stronger.
“Remember the time you came to my house unannounced on your run?”
“You’re kidding,” he said as he sat up. “You were…”
“Yeah. Okay?” she asked, embarrassed.
“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s hot as hell,” he said. “I just wish I would have known.”
“Why?” she asked with a smile as she stroked him gently. “What would you have done?”
“Probably something like this,” he said, and he grabbed her quickly to pull her up to him.
She squealed, but her sounds quickly turned to moans as he entered her again. Immediately, he was struck again by just how tight she was.
“I could fuck you all day,” he told her as their rhythms synced up.
“I dare you,” she said. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Her long hair brushed across his legs.
He’d never seen anythin
g so beautiful in his life.
21
Sam
When she awoke, it took her a moment to realize where she was. Although the entire weekend was already a blur. Sam turned on her side and felt the white silk sheets against her naked body. Connor was nowhere to be seen.
She reached out and felt his spot, still warm and wrinkled. From the other room, she heard him say, “Right in here.”
An older man in an intricate uniform pushed a trolley into their bedroom, and Sam scrambled to make sure the sheet covered her bare breasts.
Connor laughed. “Don’t be so modest, they’ve seen it all.”
She smiled awkwardly as the man ticked off the breakfast items, but she was so self-conscious she didn’t hear anything. Connor thanked him and crawled back into bed with her. He wore nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d like,” he said. He smiled at her almost shyly, like a teenager.
“I’m starving, it all smells good,” she said. Sam cut into the eggs Benedict and watched the perfectly poached yolk spread across the plate.
Connor tore apart a plate of crepes full of local berries and fresh whipped cream. She blushed and took a long swallow of grapefruit juice when she remembered their last encounter with cream.
Sam set the plate aside and flopped onto her back. She was sore, incredibly so, between her legs and her chest ached from all the attention. “So,” she said. “What’s the agenda for today?”
“This,” he said simply and pushed the entire trolley aside. “And maybe some of this,” he said, as he slid his hand under the sheet and lifted it. “Jesus, what happened to you?”
She looked down and saw that her chest was absolutely covered in hickeys—and the occasional bite mark. “You happened,” she said. “I’m certainly not going anywhere topless now!”
“Outside the bedroom, you mean,” he smirked at her.
“Be serious,” she said. “What do you have planned today?” She was dog-tired, but she wouldn’t admit that to him.
