I was holding him tightly by his shoulders, writhing in his arms from the sensation. Then Connor used his left hand to start stroking himself.
I had never experienced anything like this before. The two guys I had slept with before this had all been about using my body to pleasure themselves. Those experiences had lasted a couple of minutes, whereas with Connor . . . He knew exactly what to do to make me reach the edge of my capacity. I knew I was going to come very soon.
“Come for me baby,” he whispered in my ear just as two of his fingers slipped into me. His thumb kept rubbing my clit and I felt his fingers sliding into me. My body was soaring high. I could feel the tremor of his left hand on his cock, stroking himself. I held on to him tightly, keeping our bodies pressed together. He wanted us to come together, and I wasn’t going to disappoint him.
His fingers slid in and out of me, thrusting with force. His thumb kept my clit on the edge of exploding. With every passing second, I fell deeper and deeper until I had no choice but to release. I bit down on my tongue, my body shuddered, and I felt myself coming.
“Lesley . . . ” he growled my name, and even though I had my eyes closed, I could feel him shaking . . . I could feel him coming too. His cum shot on my bare thighs as we came together. Connor grunted and growled while I moaned and released. His fingers hadn’t stop sliding inside me; his thumb hadn’t stopped stroking my clit . . . I didn’t even know how he was doing it. How he had this much control. I couldn’t even control my voice!
I was panting hard by the time my orgasm began to simmer down. Connor was breathing harshly too. Then he slid his fingers out of my pussy and carefully smoothed my skirt back down. When we looked into each other’s eyes, we smiled.
Everything had happened so fast, I didn’t even know what to say to him. Connor pulled his boxers and jeans back up and then leaned over and kissed me lightly on my lips.
“I know I’m going to sleep well tonight,” he said with a grin and I felt my cheeks flush.
“Goodnight, Connor,” I said, at a loss for anything else to say. He was looking into my eyes, smiling still, and seemed like he was expecting me to say something else – something more. Then he changed his mind.
“Goodnight, Lesley,” he said in a quiet, controlled voice and then turned from me.
Just like the previous night, I watched him walking away back to the house. My body was still trembling from the force of my orgasm. I could feel my clit still throbbing between my legs. This had to have been my most explosive sexual experience, and I couldn’t believe it had been with Connor Marshall.
Even though I was feeling satisfied – like I could keep smiling forever – I couldn’t help but worry if I was misjudging his attentions. He had a reputation for breaking hearts, for driving girls mad. I couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted to do with me . . . If I was just a temporary plaything to him.
Chapter 10 - Connor
The next day, we were with the horses again. I knew I was feeling strangely happy. Fucking a girl wasn’t anything new to me, but my experience with Lesley the previous night had been somehow different. Tasting her lips, feeling my fingers slide into her pussy was nothing like I’d ever felt before. I had no idea why she had the effect she had on me, but it was there. That feeling was following me around like sunshine everywhere I went.
Alex, Chris and Tony were working with me as usual. We were rolling up hay to store them in the stables for the winter. The work was exhausting and I could feel myself tiring already. The sun had been harsh all day. Besides, dinner with Alfie and Lesley was something that I looked forward to these days. I was already counting the hours before it was time to call it a day and head back to the house.
I must have had a wide smile on my face because Alex looked over at me with a grin. “You’re in a good mood today!” he exclaimed and I nodded my head. I wished I could talk to somebody about what I was feeling . . . This new feeling I had no handle over, but I didn’t want to discuss it with any of them. I didn’t even know what was going on with Lesley. Whether she was already regretting what happened.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” I said, concentrating on the work at hand. I rolled the bales together, sweat dripping down my forehead, and I turned to look when I heard Alex chuckle.
“Yeah, I’m in a pretty good mood too. That fine young thing was in her pajamas in the morning. Cooking breakfast or something,” I heard him say.
I felt my muscles stiffen. This was to be expected. We used to be a house full of men with no woman in sight and testosterone running wild. Now, with the addition of Lesley in our midst, it was only natural that the guys directed their attention to her – especially since she looked the way she did. I couldn’t blame them. She was the only woman to focus their fantasies on, and it was my fault that I hadn’t thought of this before.
What was I supposed to do now? Lock her up in her room and keep her out of their sight? Wish that she wasn’t so fucking gorgeous?
“Leave her be, Alex. She’s supposed to be Alfie’s nanny. Not your toy,” I said, trying to control the snarl in my voice. Alex was still grinning. I could see in his eyes that he was fantasizing about Lesley, and I felt the blood in my veins begin to boil.
“Nah, man. She’s too fine to leave alone. Have you taken a look at that ass?” he chuckled, and Chris and Tony chuckled along with him. I could tell that they had been discussing Lesley in my absence.
I could feel the muscles on my arms growing taut as I tried to distract myself from what I wanted to do. I wanted to wrap my hand around Alex’s throat and squeeze.
I had never been a jealous guy because I had never felt like any girl belonged to me. Just like I didn’t belong to anyone. But with Lesley, even though I didn’t know what she wanted, I felt like I couldn’t stand another man even looking at her.
“Put a lid on it, boys,” I said, keeping my eyes averted from them.
“With an ass like that, all I’d have to do is bend her over and boom!” Alex continued. This time, the other two laughed openly.
I whipped around to them, clenching my fists on either side. They saw me glaring at them and their laughter died down a little. They exchanged looks and I knew they were suspicious about why I was reacting this way.
“She’s not your woman, is she, boss?” Chris asked, stopping what he was doing. I grunted.
“No, she isn’t. Just get back to work!” I growled and then turning from them, I walked out of the stables in search for some fresh air.
No, she isn’t my woman, I repeated to myself. And that was the best way to keep it. For her sake. I didn’t do relationships very well. The only relationship – or an attempt at a relationship – I’d had was with Natalia and look how that turned out! Whether I drove her away, or whether she wasn’t interested in me to begin with wasn’t the question . . . The point was that I knew I was bad at it.
Besides, what I did to Lesley’s father meant that I didn’t deserve to have her. If she ever found out the truth behind her family’s bankruptcy, she would be out of here in a flash. And I wouldn’t blame her. The whole reason why she was being forced to work as my kid’s nanny was because of bad investments that I had purposely devised for her father. I was the cause of her family’s ruin.
I walked across the field to the edge of the ranch. I wanted to put as much distance between me and other human company as possible. I still couldn’t get the thought of Lesley’s beautiful, soft body out of my mind. How she’d trembled in my arms, how sweet her mouth had tasted. How her lips had wrapped tightly around my cock . . . I felt the movement in my pants and I growled.
Just the thought of her ignited me. Even though I didn’t want it to. I wanted to keep my hands off her. I wanted to stay as far away from her as possible. But I couldn’t help it. She had taken over my mind and body and I didn’t even know what she wanted yet.
Chapter 11 - Lesley
I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and I couldn’t stop smiling. I had never had an orgasm like that before, not
to mention so quickly. The trouble was that I hadn’t seen him all day.
Alfie was lying on the rug, his crayons spread all around him and the television on loud. His favorite cartoon was on and he had been behaving himself all day.
“I’m baking an apple pie for us tonight, Alfie,” I told him as I sliced the apples on the kitchen counter. I had my eye on him on the rug, while he scratched the piece of paper with his crayons.
Alfie looked up at me, his eyes bright with excitement. “Apple pie? I’ve only seen them on TV!” he exclaimed and I smiled. How had this kid grown up without ever tasting apple pie? Why had Connor kept him this isolated? I had a feeling it had something to do with the fact that his wife had left. I was beginning to understand him a little better. I knew that I’d misjudged him: he wasn’t the spoiled Hamptons brat I had pegged him for. He had done all this so that he could get away from that life. So that he could build a safe sanctuary for his son away from the Hamptons.
I tried to keep my hands from shaking as I sliced the apples, but every time my mind travelled to Connor . . . a shiver ran down my spine. How were we supposed to sit through dinner tonight knowing that he had his fingers in my pussy the previous night? That his cock had been in my mouth? That we had both exploded in each other's arms? I bit down on my lower lip and tried to gulp away that feeling. Would he be waiting for me under those trees again tonight? I felt goosebumps on my arms.
“Alfie, I’m going to go down to the basement and look for flour, okay? Stay right where you are. I want to see that dinosaur you’re drawing when I get back,” I said and wiped my hands on my apron.
“Okay, Lesley!” he replied, not lifting his face from the sheet of paper.
The guys had already shown me the basement where Connor had stocked up the makeshift pantry with everything that I could possibly need. There were food supplies down there that could last me another two months – even if I cooked something fancy and elaborate every night.
With a spring in my step, I took the stairs down to the basement. There was one light bulb hanging from the ceiling and I flipped it on. It didn’t exactly light up the whole place, but it was enough. I’d already familiarized my way around the place to know where I might find the flour.
I bent down in front of the shelves, sifting through the sacks of rice and sugar to look for the flour, when I heard footsteps behind me. For a moment, I thought it was Connor and my heart started beating wildly in my chest.
Then I felt a pair of hands reach over and clasp over my mouth, and I tried to scream. Only a muffled sound came out.
“Don’t fight it, sugar. You’re going to like this.” It was Alex’s voice in my ear. He had pressed himself to my ass and I could feel an erect cock digging into my back. I struggled and tried to scream again. I got a whiff of his perspiration and it nearly choked me. I wriggled in his grip again, but his hand on my mouth only tightened.
I didn’t stop screaming even though my screams were muffled.
Then his hand on my mouth loosened. He was being pulled back. When his arms around me fell away, I whipped around to find Connor pulling him. The two men growled and Connor threw him against the concrete wall.
“Keep your hands off her!” Connor growled and his clenched fist punched straight into Alex’s gut. Alex grunted, clutching his belly tightly in pain and he keeled over.
“Do you hear me?” Connor had stepped up to Alex again and now he bunched his hair up in one fist and was lifting him off the ground.
I clasped my hands to my mouth. I didn’t want to scream and alarm Alfie. I could see the boiling rage in Connor’s eyes as he brought his face dangerously close to Alex’s.
“You are fucking fired, Alex,” he hissed and then dropped him like a sack of potatoes to the ground.
Alex was still groaning, still clutching his stomach. He rolled on the ground for a few moments.
Connor looked at me and I stared back at him, the fear still in my gaze. I had been seconds away from being sexually assaulted or worse . . . “Are you all right?” he asked and all I could do was nodding my head. I couldn’t find my voice anymore.
“I’m going to make sure this animal is out of the ranch for good,” Connor said and then started dragging Alex up the stairs.
“I’m sorry, boss. I didn’t know . . . ” Alex was crying now, flailing his arms about as Connor dragged him up the stairs.
“Shut the fuck up!” he growled at Alex. Then, at the door, he looked down at me again.
“Stay here, Lesley. I’m going to make sure Alfie is occupied. You need some time to recover yourself,” he said and I nodded my head in relief. I didn’t know if I would have been able to face Alfie so quickly after what had just happened. He was right in his prediction that I needed some time.
Then Connor was gone, pushing Alex out of the basement door and cursing him.
Alone, in the dimly lit room, I could feel myself shaking from the shock. What surprised me, though, was that I wasn’t crying. I was just glad that Connor had found me in time.
***
When Connor returned, I was still standing where he had left me. He bounded down the steps to the basement, rushing towards me. Without asking questions, he pulled me into his arms and stroked my hair.
“Are you sure you’re all right, Lesley?” he whispered in my ear and I nodded my head. How was I supposed to tell him that I had never felt safer than when I was in his arms?
“Hey! Look at me!” he said, his voice soft as he pulled me away from his chest to look into my eyes. I stared back at him, my mouth open with desire. I wasn’t afraid anymore. I didn’t care about what Alex had done, or anybody else for that matter. I wanted his lips on mine.
“I’m not going to let anybody touch you ever again. Not while you’re here. Do you hear me?” His voice was harsh. I nodded my head again.
“I trust you, Connor. I’m not afraid,” I said. He pulled me to himself, pressing his lips roughly to mine. I kissed him back with force. My hands rose up to his shirt, already fumbling with the buttons. He stopped kissing me suddenly, slowly bringing my hands away from his shirt.
“Lesley, I want you to know that I appreciate your presence here. I’m glad that you’re here with Alfie,” he said and I smiled weakly at him. This wasn’t the time to talk about Alfie. I had completely different thoughts running through my head at that moment.
“And . . . ” he said. I heard his voice falter. I stared into his sparkling blue eyes, drinking in his chiseled jaws and his sharp nose.
“And what, Connor . . . ?” I asked and I watched him gulp. I had never seen him look this nervous before. I racked my brain to think about what he could possibly have to say to me that was making him nervous.
“And I think I like you . . . more than just my kid’s nanny,” he said and a giggle rose up in my throat. I bit down on my lip to stop myself from laughing. He looked like a giddy teenager admitting to having a crush on a girl who was way out of his league. Connor’s eyes darted around the room. He couldn’t seem to be able to focus on my face anymore. I could tell that this was a very difficult thing for him to admit.
I smiled at him and reached for a blond curl that was falling on his forehead. I had never imagined that a man like him could ever be so tender like this. “I like you too, Connor,” I said and his eyes widened, as though he wasn’t expecting me to say that.
He reached for me again and I fell into his arms. We were kissing. His tongue was thrusting into my mouth, and I let him in. I gasped as he sucked on my tongue gently before it slid out and then slipped over my lips. He was tasting me . . . like I was a thing to be savored.
His hands found the string of my apron and he undid the knot. We parted so that he could slip the apron off the top of my head.
“Those clothes need to come off, Lesley,” he said, and I noticed that his voice had changed again. He wasn’t the giddy nervous teenager anymore. He was the commanding alpha male who could make me weak in my knees with desire.
I stepped awa
y from him and undid the buttons on my blouse. He watched as I slipped it over my head. Connor undid his shirt too and, when he took it off, I nearly choked at the sight of his naked torso. I remembered that first day I had arrived here, and how his naked body made me drool when I saw him. Now, I could actually have him. I could finally touch him.
Connor’s gaze drifted to my breasts.
“Take it off,” he growled, his blue eyes narrowed on my bra. I did as he asked, and, feeling a little self-conscious, I took my bra off. I covered my breasts with my arms and a smile formed on Connor’s face. He was delighted to see me feeling shy.
He strode towards me, taking two long steps. Our bodies were inches apart. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck standing up. He reached for my arms, and gently, without much effort, he pried them away from my breasts.
Connor’s eyes widened when he saw my breasts swing into view. My nipples were pebbled hard, sensitive to the touch. They were aching for him. I thrust my breasts towards him as a silent offering. He was staring at me for a few moments, just drinking me in. Then, without warning, he grabbed my left breast and lifted it up to his mouth.
I gasped when I felt his tongue slide around my nipple. Then his mouth latched on and he sucked. I tipped my head back, weaving my hands through his hair as Connor licked and sucked, teasing my nipples so that the wetness between my legs grew. His free hand reached for my other breast and he squeezed it. I was digging my nails into his scalp, my body trembling from the ecstasy of having his mouth on my breast.
With his tongue still teasing my nipple, his other hand travelled down, delicately tickling my belly and down my skirt till his hand was just hovering over my hot pussy. I looked down . . . The sight of his head bent over my breasts was delicious enough, but now his fingers had started stroking my pussy too.
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