Well, if she was going to be in charge, she might as well follow her instincts.
Reaching out, she stroked the skin of his belly and smiled as his muscles flexed and danced under her touch. His body was gorgeous. Nicely fit and muscled in all the right places. A trail of coarse hair led the way to his groin, disappearing under the waistband of the boxers that were barely containing what promised to be a lovely erection.
The thought of where that erection was going to end up had her womb clenching in anticipation. She’d forgotten what it was like to truly want a man. To need him as much as you needed to breathe. Trent had robbed her of more than she realised.
She traced Connor’s pecs before running a finger over the flat disc of his nipple. On impulse, she squeezed it, and was rewarded with a low groan. She wanted more of those sounds from him.
Leaning over, she kissed his nipple before licking it lightly and Connor moaned again. It spurred her on to kiss and suck, lick and gently bite his nipples. She absorbed the sounds of his groans and revelled in his harsh breathing. He was definitely enjoying this.
The sounds of his pleasure were doing crazy things to her body. She was wet and her nipples were hard. She felt achy, hollow and needy, but she wasn’t ready to end this. She wanted more from Connor first.
She trailed light kisses down his body, nuzzling his belly button and his hips.
Sitting up, she demanded, ‘Take off your boxers.’
He wasted no time. He stripped off his shorts and tossed them aside. Lean and long, his body was delicious to look at. His penis was full and thick and weeping.
She felt a heady sense of power at her ability to arouse him this way. Putting all doubts from her mind, she decided to go where instinct took her. Reaching out, she stroked his cock. Closing her eyes, she let herself take in the sensation of silky skin and heat under her palm. His cock jerked as if in admonition and she gripped him lightly.
She stroked him just as lightly and his cock jumped. She wasn’t sure what to do here; she could barely remember what Doug had liked her to do and she hadn’t actually touched a man since then.
‘Harder,’ Connor moaned and flexed his hips, pushing into her hand.
A bit embarrassed but unwilling to end this, she demanded, ‘Show me.’
He engulfed her hand in his and tightened their grip while drawing her hand up his shaft, only to squeeze the head and repeat the motion. Once she had the hang of it, he let go.
She stroked his cock, absorbing the feel of him under her skin and the sight of him as she pleased him. His hips rolled and flexed as he fucked into her hand. His eyes were closed and he was panting slightly, groaning every time she squeezed him.
A bead of moisture welled up on the tip and on impulse she leaned over and licked it off. The salty tang exploded across her tongue even as he gripped the sheets and arched.
‘Do you want me to come like this, baby?’ He growled out the words.
Smoky, grey eyes met hers and she tingled at the lust and heat she saw there. None of her previous lovers had looked at her like that. But then, she couldn’t remember actually touching any of them like this either.
In that moment, she knew she’d been very selfish since the rape. However understandable it may have been, she hadn’t thought about their pleasure at all.
‘Stay with me, Bridget.’ Connor’s rough command snapped out of her thoughts.
‘No, I don’t want you to come like this,’ she said, though she couldn’t resist another taste.
She licked wetly along the head of his cock and was rewarded with more groans and cursing from Connor. Moving her hand, she slowly took him into her mouth and began to gently suckle.
He felt like silky steel along her tongue and he smelled of salt and man. She felt connected to him in a way she hadn’t felt with any other man. A seed of fear burrowed into her mind. How could she be sure?
Even as doubt threatened to overwhelm her, Connor burrowed his fingers in her hair and muttered, ‘Fuck, Bridg. That feels so good.’
He joined her rhythm; began to thrust shallowly into her mouth. She maintained a light, coaxing pressure along his length, rubbing her tongue along him and squeezing the head with her lips.
‘Bridg.’ He gripped her head lightly. ‘Stop, baby. Stop. I’m going to come if you keep that up.’
She briefly debated taking him over the edge. There was power in the knowledge that she could make a man lose himself. To swallow down his essence and take him into her body that way. But she wanted more, she wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel him between her legs and his hands on her body.
With a long, tight draw, she pulled off him and gloried in his harsh groan. She was definitely liking this. There was no need to think deeper than that.
‘Condom?’ she asked as she rolled off the bed.
‘Side drawer.’ He nodded toward the night table closest to him.
She grabbed a condom from the drawer and tossed it on the bed. For the briefest moment, she hesitated. Emotions flickered across her face that he didn’t like. Just as he was about to speak, her face cleared and she quickly removed her pyjamas.
His body clenched in response to the sight she presented. Her breasts were full and swollen with desire. A light flush painted her pale skin and her underwear – hell, did this woman believe in lingerie? They were white cotton … briefs?
Thankfully, she stripped those off too, revealing a neatly trimmed thatch of coppery curls. He was going to have to work on this part of her self-image. She clearly had a problem with seeing herself as sexual or being sexual. She’d surprised him so far. He hadn’t expected her to go so far when he’d challenged her. He’d just wanted her to feel in control of the situation.
Her mouth on his cock had been heaven. Soft and wet, it had been a struggle to not grab her head and thrust deeply into her mouth.
Damn, she tried his control! The blood was rushing to his dick and his entire body was on fire with the need to get inside her and claim her.
Fuck, Connor. Relax, he told himself.
He couldn’t afford to screw up this first time. There would be time to play and push her in the future. This was not the time.
She crawled over him, straddling his hips. She was slick and wet and he couldn’t help himself. He stroked her slit with a finger and sucked the moisture from the tip. She was tangy and sweet. He wanted to bury his tongue inside her.
She moaned; a soft, low sound that was music to his ears. The condom was on the bed. He wanted to grab it and move this along, but she had to do this. So, gathering what self-control he had left, he waited.
Thankfully, she had mercy on him.
She snatched up the condom and rolled it on him a little clumsily, but she got it done.
Rising up, she fisted his erection and settled herself over him, pressing him deep inside. It was like being sucked into an exquisite, velvet vice. She rocked and rolled her hips until he was fully seated and then she stilled.
Her knees were locked on his hips and she panted, her breasts rising and falling. She bit her lip, seeming to be thinking hard. Not at all where he wanted her. He wanted her in the moment. Not thinking, only feeling.
He flexed his hips and pushed deeper inside her, causing them both to moan. He fisted his sheets and flexed his hips again, grinding their bodies together.
Bridget’s eyes closed and he saw a frown flit across her face before she said, ‘Touch me, Connor.’
Hell, yeah.
He reached for her breasts, cupping and fondling them. Her nipples were hard nubs, tight and beaded. He pinched and squeezed them; she moaned, arching forward into his hand.
She began to move along his cock. Rising up and dropping down hard, taking him deep. Pulsing and throbbing inside her, he wanted to come so badly, but he was determined that she come first.
Licking his thumbs, he rubbed the moisture into her nipples and she gasped.
‘That’s so good, baby. I like that.’
He was trying to wa
tch what he said too, but he wanted to encourage her. He wasn’t sure the more explicit things he wanted to say would go over well. Either way it worked; she was becoming wilder as she rode him.
She ground down on him and pushed her breasts into his hands. She wasn’t saying anything but her eyes were squeezed closed and she was whimpering.
He reared up and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. At the same time, he gripped her hips and thrust deeply inside her. She moaned long and hard. He sucked harder and thrust deeper. She became more urgent.
She churned and bucked on top of him and he gritted his teeth to stave off his own climax. This was what he wanted. He didn’t want her thinking. But he could feel her resistance. That wasn’t acceptable.
Matching her rhythm, he thrust deep and hard. She was too erratic for him to continue sucking those luscious breasts, so he switched to fingering her clit. He wanted her to come apart.
Her clitoris was swollen and protruding, and he alternated between rubbing and squeezing the hard bud. She bit her lip and ground down into him. She was holding back, he could feel it. He wanted her screaming his name, wanted her wild.
‘You’re fucking gorgeous,’ he groaned.
Her head was thrown back and her curls tumbled around her head. Her breasts were swollen and her nipples were red and pouty from his ministrations. She was clenching around his cock and he wasn’t sure he could hold out.
Suddenly, she grew wild; bucking hard, grinding her clit against him. Short, huffing gasps turned into one long moan as her body began to convulse. She cried out wordlessly and clenched hard around him.
He couldn’t hold out any more. Gripping her hips, he pounded into her and let himself explode. His cock jerked with each hot jet and he wished there were no barriers between them. He wanted to mark her.
She wouldn’t be getting away from him. He was going to see to that.
Bridget collapsed over Connor and tried to control her breathing. Without question, that was the best orgasm she’d ever had. She’d had a moment there where she’d almost lost it. Almost given in and begged Connor to make her burn when he’d begun to play with her nipples.
He may have given her food for thought, but she wasn’t sure she agreed with him yet and she wasn’t taking any chances. Either way, what they’d just shared had been amazing.
She rolled off him, concerned she would become too heavy, and snuggled in next to him.
Kissing her forehead, he said, ‘Give me a sec. Let me take care of this.’
She watched him stroll naked to the bathroom. He really did have a fine ass. She smiled, knowing that she’d found someone with whom she might be able to have a real relationship. Something she’d more or less given up on. Time would tell the real story, but she wasn’t willing to walk away without seeing where this went first.
Connor climbed back into bed and pulled her close, but whatever he’d been about to say was lost to Lotus jumping up on the bed.
She licked their faces thoroughly, leaving them both squealing. Bridget was pleased to see that Daisy had better manners and was still on the floor, though she was equally as ready for them to get up.
‘Ah well, sugar. Doggie duty calls,’ she said as she got out of bed and hunted up her clothes.
‘Lotus, Daddy was trying to get some more action.’ He ruffled her head. ‘I’m going to have to teach you about timing.’
Bridget laughed at him and said, ‘Come on, lazy. Let’s walk the dogs.’
‘All right, but I meant what I said.’ He pulled on a pair of sweats as he talked. ‘I’m not close to done with you.’
A small shiver ran down her spine. She felt like there was more to what he said than the words he spoke.
‘Is that right?’ She quirked an eyebrow in his direction.
‘Yes, that’s exactly right.’ He looked her dead in the eye as he spoke.
Suddenly she felt off kilter again.
He must have sensed something, for he dropped the shirt he’d been about to put on and gently pulled her into his arms.
‘Bridget, I want you to trust me so that you can finally let what happened go. That’s all I really meant. I want to show you what sex can be between two consenting adults and I want to show you what we can be together.’ He kissed her gently. ‘If you’ll let me, that is.’
‘OK,’ she murmured into his shoulder despite the butterflies that had multiplied exponentially in her stomach. Squeezing Connor, she repeated, ‘OK.’
She hoped like heck she knew what she was doing.
Chapter Thirteen
Dale Whittier liked the finer things in life. As he stirred a spoonful of organic cane sugar into his freshly-brewed, dark roast Colombian coffee, he contemplated how he’d come to be at Pinewood. Serving as Dean at some tiny little university in the middle-of-nowhere Vermont had not been on his agenda. He’d been a rising star at Stanford University. Firmly on his way to achieving his personal goal – president of the university.
But then that little bitch had fucked everything up when she’d reported him. The ensuing scandal had squelched his plans. She’d been a student at the university, for God’s sake. How on earth could he have been expected to know she was still underage? Besides, she’d thrown herself at him, not the other way around.
He had had no need to go seeking jailbait. She’d been in his senior level chemistry class and was obviously infatuated, flirting with him at every opportunity. Always pretending to be shy and yet making sure her buttons were always undone just enough that he got a face full of tits every time she leaned over her desk.
She’d come to every single study session and office hours too. And she’d always brought cookies and other treats. If he said he liked chocolate chip cookies, she made sure to bring them the very next time.
She did everything except beg him to fuck her. Who was he not to oblige? If she wanted to ride his cock so bad, he’d let her. Then the bitch had reported him. Cocksucking little cunt. He’d been allowed to “quietly resign” for his ethical violation.
He’d done the bitch a favour and what had he gotten for it? A one-way ticket to Vermont and this tiny university that was below him. The only saving grace being that now, rather than Professor, he was Dean of the School of Sciences and once again back on the fast track to president.
And he certainly didn’t lack for pussy. With his combination of money and looks, women practically threw themselves at him. Gold-digging little whores that they were. They all just wanted his money. They served a purpose, though. A grin split his face as he thought of that purpose. He did love to fuck. He couldn’t get enough. And he took what he wanted. There was nothing better than a woman submitting to his will.
Oh, he didn’t force himself on them, he was no rapist, but he loved that look of utter helplessness; the self-recrimination that flooded their eyes as he took them. Little Skyler had been the best so far. He especially loved a virgin.
Initiating them was its own intoxication. Their tight little pussies, untried and waiting for him to mark them. Every man who came after would be for ever held in comparison to him whether they wanted it or not. Every man who came after him would benefit from his training. He served his fellow man even as he served himself.
Skyler could suck a mean cock now. She could swallow him down and lick his nuts in one breath and what she could do with her pussy was off the charts. She could milk the come out of him in no time flat.
Her tears had been sublime. She’d tried to break things off with him, claiming an attack of conscience, but he wasn’t done with her yet. Her scholarship was under his control and he’d made sure she knew that. Sure, she could switch majors, lose her scholarship. That’s all she had to do to end their affair, but she lived and breathed chemistry. Her dream, as she’d so sweetly shared with him that first “chance” meeting over coffee, was to work for the FBI as a forensic chemist and do drug analysis. CSI-type stuff.
You didn’t do that without a chemistry degree. With her family being so financially str
apped, she needed her scholarship. She couldn’t just pick up and transfer. Dale grinned at how neatly he’d trapped her.
Pulling back the cuff on his silk sweater, he checked the time. Ross was late. She was so passive aggressive with him. She honestly believed she wasn’t going to fuck him. He snorted and took another sip of his coffee. They all gave him what he wanted in the end.
With Bridget, the chase had been fun. Her little gasps and shivers when he “accidentally” touched her were especially sweet. Unlike most, she was playing hard to get. It had been cute at first, but it was wearing thin.
She needed to get with the programme. Skyler was outliving her usefulness and she’d already proven to be irresponsible. The little cunt had gotten pregnant after swearing she was on the pill.
He wasn’t going to be saddled with a brat; she’d better keep that appointment or there would be hell to pay. His physician was discreet, at least, he didn’t have to worry about this getting around campus, but the fun of fucking her was gone now. He couldn’t relax and let go knowing there was a brat in there, and she’d proven she could no longer be trusted.
Yes, he was almost done with her. It was time for bigger fish and Bridget was definitely bigger in all the right places. Big tits that would wrap nicely around his dick and an ass that was begging to be fucked. He bet she was a crier too. She’d weep pretty tears the entire time and he’d taste them as he came. His body hardened at the thought.
As if summoned by his thoughts, Bridget walked through the door.
His heart thundered in his chest at the sight of her, just as it did every time he saw her.
Bridget’s stomach lurched at the realisation that Dean Whittier was alone in the conference room. She’d deliberately come five minutes late just to ensure she wasn’t the first to arrive. She glanced at the clock on the panelled wall; it was definitely 8.05 a.m.
Whittier sat there looking elegantly predatorial. He was immaculately dressed in a sweater and slacks, sipping coffee as if he hadn’t a care in the world, except for the fact that he looked like a lion who’d just scented a gazelle.
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