Saint or Sinner

by Jolie Day

  But Connor waited. He left this decision up to her. She had to decide how far she wanted to take things. Not because he didn’t want her. It was more than obvious that he desired her a lot. His chest moved with deep breaths and his muscles were hard and tense. However, it was his eyes that told her just how much he wanted her.

  In that second, as she lifted her lips to his, he had already reacted. His hands went around her waist and pulled her towards him. Mira could feel how hard his cock was in his jeans as their bodies melted against each other. Her breasts brushed against his hard chest and she felt how her nipples hardened and started to rub against her bra. He touched his lips to hers in a way that seemed almost motionless. Mira felt how strong his mouth was compared to hers and she exhaled in surprise as he let his tongue slide across her upper and then lower lip.

  Connor seemed to know that her reaction had nothing to do with reluctance of any kind, but instead was just a startled reaction to kissing someone for the very first time.

  And boy was he a great kisser.

  Connor played with her tongue, changing the tempo from enjoying to demanding and back again, before softly nibbling on her lower lip. Mira’s body reacted immediately and sent exciting shivers down her spine, at the same time every little nibble quickened her breathing more. His hands wandered across her back, stroking her, while her arms were wrapped around his neck, her hips pressing against his. Connor matched his slight hip thrusts with the thrusting of his tongue inside her mouth and he pressed his hands just hard enough against her backside, so that she could feel his growing desire for her. He was giving her a taste of what she could expect, once he was fully inside her, Mira thought. Her insides cramped up into a tiny ball and she could feel that her pure lust for him was starting to build. She was ready for him and almost couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside her, to wrap her legs around him and pull him even deeper into her hot center.

  “Slow down, gorgeous,” Connor whispered at her mouth. “We have all the time in the world. I want to enjoy every second of it.” Mira let out a suppressed moan as he moved away from her. “I want to see you naked,” he said and started to undress her. “Don’t move,” he warned her, as she tried to help him with shaking fingers.

  “Please, Connor,” Mira said, and she was shocked at her breathless voice, which she hardly recognized herself. She was shocked and surprised that she wanted his body so much. Nothing in her life had prepared her for the insatiable desire she felt for this man right now as he pulled her sweatshirt over her head and then simply let it fall to the floor. It was followed by her skirt and her pantyhose. His fingertips caressed her naked thighs and Mira immediately opened her legs, wanting to feel more of him. There she stood, in just her underwear. He took a step back and looked at her for so long that she almost got nervous. “Connor,” she whispered and held her hand out to him. “You are torturing me.”

  He came back to her and with just one slight move of his hand, he opened the back of her bra. Connor lowered his head and took one hard nipple into the warmth of his mouth. Simultaneously, his finger slid inside her slip. His rough fingertip, his mouth on her breast, sucking, his teeth nibbling and biting, and then his other hand on her ass — that was almost too much for her. Mira could feel her knees buckling underneath her as his finger found its way between her labia and then stopped right above her clit. For a moment she felt like she was having an out-of-body body experience: A mostly naked woman with red hair that cascaded in luscious waves over her shoulders, totally unashamed and literally demanding to be fondled by an extremely well-built man.

  “What’s happening?” Connor asked as he stopped what he was doing but didn’t remove his hands from her.

  “Everything,” she answered breathlessly. This was not even an exaggeration. She thought about her breasts, which she always felt were too big, about her luscious body, which was much curvier than the body of his friend at that event. She had thought that she wouldn’t be able to come this way, regardless of what his incredibly skilled hands could do to her body. Mira had thought that she could fake an orgasm, just to please his male ego. All of these thoughts went through her head in a split-second, but she was unable to put it into words.

  “You are incredibly beautiful, Mira,” he said calmly and continued his rhythmic movements. “I love the way you blush when you feel me touching you.” He let his finger circle over her sensitive clitoris, so knowingly and tenderly that she could have cried real tears because she was so horny. “I love your breasts, so full and soft and so perfect in size. I love your tight ass that fits so perfectly into my hand.” His quiet voice became more and more coarse which was in direct contrast to the chaos it created inside of her. “I want to watch you as you come, beautiful. I want to hear you… hear how you enjoy my touch. Come for me, Mira. Come for me, now.”

  She had no idea what was going on and what it was that pushed her over the edge — his palpable passion, his urging voice, the certainty that he was holding her — whatever it was, she came, surprisingly and in one extremely powerful orgasm. She came so hard that she saw stars flickering in front of her eyes and her legs gave way.

  Connor held her as she gripped his shoulders and half cried, half moaned in ecstasy.

  Watching her climax, he pulled her wet slip off her and somehow managed to get undressed without actually releasing her from his hold. One hand was always on her and Mira, who was finally able to breathe again, helped him with shaking hands. She caught her breath again when she finally saw what had been hidden under all of those layers all this time. He had muscles like a man who challenged himself every single day. His shoulders were broad, his chest muscles were taut underneath smooth skin. When she touched him, it almost felt like touching steel underneath silk. His arms were clearly defined, his biceps well-developed without being excessive. And everything else… she bashfully looked down to his hips.

  It was one thing to feel his hard sex through the tough fabric of his jeans, but an entirely different thing to see it. It was large, thick, and fully erect that it almost touched his belly button. Mira had never really thought about how good or bad a penis could look in her eyes and had simply accepted it as it was. She had always attributed her level of satisfaction to the man’s skill, when determining whether it was useful or not for giving her what she needed. Until now. Connor’s penis was simply beautiful. It was straight and plump without being intimidating for its impressive size. And it felt amazing! Her hands had found their way down there all by themselves and she was now stroking his cock. His skin felt warm and silky, which made the contrast to his hardness even more exciting and sensual. She saw how Connor lowered his eyelids halfway, as her fingers stroked him up and down. She was just about to bend down to kiss it or maybe even to take it into her mouth when he lifted her up. “That’s enough,” he grumbled with a stifled voice.

  “But what about you?” It was so weird to her that Connor only seemed interested in giving her pleasure, which somewhat irritated her.

  His answer was one kiss, while he carried her down the steps into the pool. Mira, who had expected a sudden shock from cold water, was immediately pleased when she felt the warmth surrounding her. Of course, this pool was heated! He lowered his mouth to her ear as he let her glide into the water. “I enjoy spoiling you,” he whispered coarsely. She let herself fall backwards and looked up into the sky.

  Then he sat down on one of the steps and pulled her onto his lap. No answer was necessary, Mira thought, as a restrained yelp passed her surprised lips when his hard cock entered her and pushed deep inside her. She clamped her hands onto his shoulders and looked into his eyes. They looked much darker and the usual ice blue was almost completely gone as his pupils had widened. Her hands started to explore him as they wandered across his collarbones to his chest. The muscles underneath his smooth skin were taut and hard. Her fingertips felt a scar just beneath his heart and another one on the other side underneath the first rib.

  In a way he had come out just as wounde
d from the events surrounding her father’s murder as she had.

  These thoughts disappeared immediately as Connor started to move his hips up and down. His right hand was between her shoulder blades. “Lean back,” he ordered quietly, then held her as she followed his command and slowly fell backwards. The warm water supported her just as much as Connor’s hand did. His hard cock slid in and out of her. Together with the water that surrounded her limbs, it felt as if Connor was inside and on top of her, all at the same time. Even the water seemed to follow his orders and caressed her skin, she thought, as she felt his hand flat on her stomach. The angle at which his penis penetrated her again and again, was not something Mira had ever experienced before. No man had ever been able to reach so deep inside of her nor filled her completely. The silky flesh between her legs rubbed against her clit with every single stroke and almost brought her to the brink of losing her mind. His hand on her lower belly pressed ever so gently against her, so that she would feel the pressure of his penis even better. Mira started to feel yet another set of pleasurable cramping build up inside of her. She arched her back and pressed her hips against his. “Do it again, gorgeous. Come again for me.” And that she did.

  It took her a while to calm down after this one and she fell forward onto him, resting her head on his shoulder. She almost expected him to pull out and away from her, so that she could thank him for this incredibly pleasurable experience in the usual way, but that didn’t happen. He pulled his arms around her and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, still remaining thick and hard, deep inside of her.

  “Ready for the next round?” He playfully lifted his hips and with that he held her halfway out of the water. His eyes seemed to glow as his fingers drew hot lines on and around her breasts.

  She had waited too long to answer him. Connor lifted her off him, grabbed her by the wrist and then pulled her up the steps out of the pool. The California air was cool on her skin. Her knees were weak, her nipples extremely sensitive, and her pussy was a little bit sore. Without any shame, he presented his nude back to her. The small tight ass, his muscular legs, and the broad back, where yet another group of taut muscles were playing underneath smooth skin — all of those things made Mira forget what she was thinking about. Before she knew it, Connor had led her onto the grass behind the pool, where he now pulled her down with him. The cool grass tickled her buttocks as he kneeled between her legs and then propped himself up with his arms on either side of her shoulders. Connor’s hard cock touched the inside of her legs. And then he lowered himself inside her again, millimeter by millimeter — painfully slowly. His face showed that he was concentrating fully and he almost seemed vulnerable. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly when he was finally fully submerged in her. Mira’s hips jerked slightly. She wanted to move, wanted to rub herself against him, throw her legs around him — her whole body demanded that third orgasm he had promised her.

  “I can’t…” she warned him as she tried to move underneath him without success. With a precisely calculated amount of body weight, he pressed her down into the grass and held her there. Connor smiled.

  “Tell me what you want.” Something sparked in his eyes, but it was so fast that she couldn’t hold onto it.

  “I want you,” she whispered helplessly and closed her eyes.

  “Look at me, gorgeous.” Now his voice was soft. “There is nothing you need to feel ashamed about and definitely not in front of me. You are stunning and beautiful when you come in my arms.” He seemed to feel that she had reached her limit for the day as he kissed her gently before lifting himself up again and starting to fulfill his promise to push her towards her third orgasm. The last time he had been gentle. Now, he showed her just how merciless and hardcore he could be. He tortured her and stopped twice just before she reached her orgasm and kissed her instead to prolong her way there. When Mira finally buried her fingernails into his back and almost started to scream because she could no longer take it, he didn’t stop anymore and kept moving inside of her.

  He came together with her. With one powerful last stroke and a slightly subdued moan, which she appreciated very much, he poured himself into her and then he kissed her. She let her fingers trail over his now sweaty back. He moved away from her to fall next to her on the grass and pulled her into his arms.

  Chapter 18

  After a couple of minutes they became aware of the moist grass beneath them, so they got up and went inside, where they took a hot bath. “My skin is getting all wrinkly,” Mira complained, but Connor only laughed and kissed the soft part of her foot she had held out to him as proof. This warm feeling inside her belly must come from the sex, she thought. It had been, without a doubt, the best sex she had ever had in her whole life. It was this perfect combination of demanding and giving that was pretty much what Connor was made of, she thought. Even though she might not have realized it before, he was very much himself in any type of situation. He never faltered from his true self and once you got to know him a little, you could see that he was by no means callous or manipulative, but instead just very careful about who he allowed to see his softer side.

  “Then let’s go to bed,” he said and got out of the bath. Mira had never met a man who was able to move so confidently being naked around her. As she got out, he draped a thick towel around her and carefully dried every inch of her body. Even this particular gesture was Connor through and through. He looked after her wellbeing and at the same time he showed her just how much he wanted her. Which was a lot. And he wanted her again. Mira giggled shyly as she watched his cock slowly but surely harden once again into a full erection. Just looking at him and feeling his tender caress all over her skin fired up her own desire. Truthfully, she was tired, but actually… before he could stop her from doing it, she fell onto her knees on the thick bathmat and took his penis into her mouth. She looked up as she licked his plump and slightly pinkish glans. He buried his hands roughly into her wet hair. Connor’s eyelids closed when she took his whole head into her mouth. Her left hand gently grabbed his balls, which lay firm and plump in her fingers. Her right hand enclosed his cock as her tongue drew circles around the top of it. He didn’t say a word, but Mira could feel that his breathing had quickened. Never before had she looked at a man and found him so incredibly sexy as Connor was to her in that moment. His perfectly modelled six-pack tightened up as his whole body got tense. The fine line of blonde hair that travelled from his belly button all the way down, as well as the sexy combination of toughness and compassion was, for her, the ultimate paragon of masculinity.

  They fell asleep in each other’s arms. Mira had no nightmares that night, and no fear of anything that the next day might bring. It had been a very long time since she was able to just live in the moment. At least for a few extremely blissful hours, until Connor had brought the conversation to the topic that had brought them together. “We need to talk,” he declared adamantly and yet still lovingly. “Just like you, I would love to spend the day in bed or go for a nice walk or drive to the beach and not do anything, but out there lurks a killer. We cannot hide our heads in the sand. And on top of that,” he looked at his watch, “Peter will be here any minute.”

  Dammit, she had completely forgotten about that! And here she sat, in one of Connor’s oversized t-shirts in the sunroom eating breakfast. “I will quickly go and get dressed,” she murmured. “Or even better, I will quickly drive to the Hyborn and get some of my things. I will also need to tidy the place up.” At her request, the room service staff only came every three days to clean up the suite. If she was lucky, she would manage to get it all in order before she had to be back here to face the conversation with Peter.

  “That’s already taken care of,” Connor said and pulled out her room key card from his jeans pocket. “Also, Peter will be bringing some of your things, so you can relax.”

  Mira felt her pulse speed up. “When did you arrange for someone to clean up my suite?” It took everything in her to not yell at him hysterically.


  “Last night, while you were sleeping.” He frowned. “Are you mad at me for that? Or are you angry, because Peter is getting some of your things? After last night I assumed that you wanted to stay with me.” She could see a harsh looking V forming between his eyebrows.

  “Well, I did, until just a minute ago,” Mira replied. “I guess, you just forgot to ask me if you could take my room key, organize some stranger to clean up my room and, worst of all, send a man who I don’t even trust yet, to rummage through all of my clothes and bring my stuff here.” Her tone was dripping with sarcasm and she was unable to suppress it even if she had wanted to. Which she didn’t.

  “I did what was right,” Connor declared confidently and now he had an angry look on his face, which showed exactly how he felt. “And I told you that I would protect you.” He shrugged indignantly, which drove Mira’s fury to unknown heights.

  “I see that. But obviously you must have forgotten that I am no longer a child and I am also not a little bird that you can just lock up in a golden cage to protect it from the cat.”

  Connor got up so abruptly that the chair scratched hard across the floor. “You don’t understand. Out there,” he pointed out the window, “someone is hellbent on killing you or me — someone who is not scared to go all the way. Someone is trying to prevent us at all costs from finding out the truth. “

  They stared at each other with firm looks. He was the first to speak. “Also, I am pretty sure that you are the target of this killer and not me.”

  “We don’t know this for sure,” Mira persisted. “I can’t even remember everything fully and clearly. Why would someone want to get me out of their way? You could just as likely be the target on this madman’s hitlist.”