by Rye Hart
“Just alright?” he asked in a teasing tone that made me giggle.
Uninvited, Conner’s voice repeated the last words he said to me, “Go find a nice boy your own age.”
Spurred on by those words, I asked. “How old are you, Phil?”
He raised a brow before replying. “Twenty-seven. You?”
“Twenty-two,” I replied with real excitement in my voice for the first time in ten days. My enthusiasm at finding a nice boy my own age while Conner was right there watching made me feel bold.
“Well Phil, I’m afraid to say that yes, so far, you’re doing just alright,” I teased.
“And how can I do more than just alright?” There was a hefty dose of amusement in his voice.
With a deep breath and a gulp of my champagne, I moved my eyes from Phil’s handsome face to the dance floor where the wedding guests were flocked. He followed my gaze, and once his eyes returned to me, they were sparkling.
“Chloe, would you do me the honor?”
The question made me grin from ear to ear. “Oh, I thought you’d never ask.”
He laughed and raised a hand for me to take. I finished my drink and placed the empty glass on the table next to me. Just as I was about to put my hand over Phil’s, someone else grabbed it.
Both, Phil and I turned our faces to look at the intruder, and I was a little surprised to see it was Conner. My brows pulled together as I looked from my hand to his face. “Is everything okay?”
Conner shook his head. Then, with a strained voice, he replied, “No, there’s a crisis in the kitchen, and they need you.”
I sighed and closed my eyes for a disappointed moment. When I reopened them to look at Phil, his good guy smile was still in place. “Just go, I’ll take a rain check. Seriously, if something goes wrong because I was dancing with the woman in charge, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Okay. I’ll see you soon.” The words were barely out of my mouth, and Conner was pulling me away.
With him still holding my hand, we walked down the cobblestone path leading toward the main building where the kitchen was. However, instead of walking inside, Conner continued past it.
“Where are we going?” I asked, but he didn’t reply.
I didn’t get an answer until we entered the meadow by the lake and he finally released me. My eyes were fixed on Conner’s wide back as he paced and took deep breaths for a couple of seconds. Then, he turned to look at me. His face was twisted into an angry mask, and for the first time, his intensity actually alarmed me.
“What the fuck were you doing with that boy, Chloe?” His demanding voice was just a notch below yelling.
My brows furrowed not only with confusion but also with budding anger at his Jekyll and Hyde attitude. I crossed my arms and stared defiantly into his intense blue eyes. “I was doing what you told me to do, Conner. I found a nice boy my own age.”
“At my resort? While you knew I was looking?”
I shrugged. “And? You told me you were out. I gave you something I had never given anyone, I promised you even more, and you broke my heart in the worst, coldest way possible and didn’t even give me an explanation why. I’m done trying to figure out what I did wrong, because I didn’t do anything wrong! You were clearly just playing a game and got bored, you never actually gave a shit about me.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it,” he spat back at me as he walked in my direction like a wolf stalking pray.
In a move that was as rough as it was sexy, he grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to his crotch. Through the thick fabric of his pants, I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pulsing and pushing against the denim. He felt huge and thick, and I instantly grew wet.
Holding my gaze, he asked, “Does that feel like someone who doesn’t give a shit?”
I gasped. “No, it doesn’t, which doesn’t make sense. If you care so much and I make you so hard, why did you walk away? Why did you tell me to find someone else?”
With my palm still firmly pressed against his crotch, Conner sighed and brought his other hand up to tuck a stray lock of my hair behind my ear. “Because I care too much, Chloe. I want you too much, and it’s like sticking a knife in my best friend’s back,” he said, in a voice that was almost soft.
The strain in Conner’s words finally put what had happened into perspective for me. It should have been as obvious to me then as it was now, but being pushed aside so suddenly had clouded my ability to think logically. I understood where he was coming from, and I honestly couldn’t blame him. However, he had awakened a part of me that didn’t want to be put back to sleep.
“I understand your loyalty to my Dad,” I started, after a long moment. “But I want you, I’ve always wanted you, and I know you want me too. But if you refuse to let yourself be happy with me, then I need you to let me go for good.”
“So that boy can be your first?” he asked in a disgusted tone. “He could never make you feel the way I can, never.”
I shrugged. “Maybe not, but-”
“No,” Conner interrupted me and pulled me closer. “You’re mine, Chloe. No other man will ever touch you.”
The words were barely out of Conner’s mouth, and his lips were on me. His kiss seared my mouth and ignited an immediate fire in my belly.
As his tongue danced with mine and his teeth nibbled at my lips, Conner’s hands drifted to the zipper of my floral dress. Slowly, he pulled it down until the garment fell off my body. I was acutely aware that, once more, we were standing out in the open, but I didn’t care. All that mattered to me was that Conner was guiding me out of the pool of fabric, which was now at my feet, and helping me down until I was naked and lying on the ground.
Pulling his lips away from mine, he started kissing a line down my neck and chest. His mouth felt warm and wet and perfect, and my body responded instantly. I moaned as he feasted on each of my nipples hungrily.
I closed my eyes as I felt my juices on my thighs and my body hummed for more.
Desperate for some relief to the building pressure between my legs, I took his hand and guided down to my throbbing center. His lips curled into a grin against the soft skin of my breasts.
“You want me to touch you, baby? Want me to make you come?” Conner asked as he pulled his lips from my heated skin. My mouth was dry and the words were stuck in my throat, so I just nodded. A second later, he spoke again. “I want your words, Chloe. I want to hear you say what you want and who you want it from.”
A shiver went down my spine at the directness of his command.
I opened my eyes to look at him and whispered, “I want you, Conner. I want you to make me come. I want you to fuck me.”
Although his lips curled up in one of those glorious grins, Conner clicked his tongue and tilted his head. “Good God you are perfect.” He crushed his mouth to mine once again before trailing kisses over my chin, throat and collar bone. He slowly worked his way lower, feathering his lips over my ribcage and my belly, finally coming to rest above my glistening pussy.
“Fuck, Chloe. You’re dripping.” The amazement in his voice was sexy as hell and made another surge of warm moisture pour out of me.
Groaning, Conner fixed his mouth over me and plunged his tongue into my throbbing slit, gathering my moisture on his tongue and lapping over my clit slowly and firmly. I began to buck under him until he raised his head and fixed me with a look.
“Not yet baby, not yet,” he said in a thick voice that made my nerve endings hum. Slowly, he drew my clit between his teeth and sucked as he slid two thick fingers inside my drenched pussy and began to fuck me with them.
Within a minute, I was over the edge, screaming my pleasure into the breeze as the most intense orgasm I had ever felt washed over me. As the feeling started to return to my limbs, Conner came up over me and kissed me softly, allowing me to taste my pleasure on his tongue. It was sexy as hell.
“Did you like that?” he asked in a low voice.
I nodded and moaned, “Yes.
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He kissed me again, briefly, and then pulled back and got up to his feet. With a hand stretched to help me up, he said, “Good. Now, you have to decide if you still want to go dance with that boy or if you’re gonna tell him to get lost and party like a grown up with your man.”
Without saying another word, Conner turned around and left me alone at the meadow. Bubbling with enthusiasm at the promise in his voice, I quickly put on my clothes and returned to the party. As nice as Phil was, there was no choice to be made; I wanted Conner, and I was finally going to have him.
CHAPTER TEN — CONNER
After leaving Chloe in the meadow, I returned to the party and walked straight to the bar. I ordered the bartender to get me a shot of whiskey. Once the tumbler was in my hand, I turned around and waited. I was trying hard to ignore the pain in my balls but I could practically feel them turning blue. If I didn’t empty myself into that girl soon, I was pretty sure my dick was going to fall off.
There was no question in my mind that Chloe would dismiss the little shit she’d been talking to. Her body craved mine just as mine craved hers, and though it was wrong and risky, there was no denying that we belonged together. A smirk formed on my lips when exactly two minutes after I returned to the party, Chloe showed up. Aside from the newly added post-orgasm glow to her face, she looked just as gorgeous and innocent in her pink flowery dress as she had looked before I pulled her away from Phil.
What the fuck kind of a name is Phil anyway?
With great satisfaction and a relentless boner, I watched as she approached Mr. All-Smiles. She talked, his face fell, and though he tried to make her change her mind, she didn’t. Once she finally disentangled herself from him, she looked at me with those big doe eyes of hers and I almost exploded. I was one step closer to getting her in my bed once and for all.
I held her gaze and finished my drink in one gulp. After I placed the glass back on the counter, I got up and started walking toward the exit of the tent. I didn’t turn around to see if Chloe was following, but I knew she was. I knew she wanted this as much as I did and would do just about anything to feel my cock pounding into her.
Once I reached the reception desk, I picked up a key to one of our honeymoon suites and made my way to the elevator just as Chloe walked through the glass doors.
“Did you tell him to take a hike?” I asked in a low and heated tone.
Chloe nodded. “I did. Are you ready to fuck me now?”
Her sassiness made me want to take her right then and there. “Do you want another feel of how ready I am?”
“Maybe I do,” she said as the elevator doors finally opened. With an arched brow, she walked inside and added, “Or maybe this time I want a taste.”
Her words and the possibilities in them made me smile. Just the thought of those full, luscious lips wrapped around my cock was enough to nearly make me come in my jeans. It was all I could do to keep myself together.
With my eyes fixed on hers, I walked into the elevator, pressed the top floor button and then continued walking to the back wall. I turned around to face Chloe and opened my arms. “The ride won’t take long, but do what you want.”
As I knew they would, Chloe’s eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and hesitation. This was the first time I had given her the green light to explore me on her own terms, and I could tell she was a little flustered, but I had full confidence she would find her way alone.
With shaking hands, she reached for my belt and fumbled a little before finally releasing the buckle. The process of opening the button and zipper of my jeans was pretty much the same, and by the time Chloe had finally worked my cock free, we were already on the third floor.
“We’re halfway there,” I warned her, slightly amused at the open mouth stare she was giving my appendage.
Her green eyes stole a quick peek at my face, and I was surprised that her cheeks weren’t flushed as they usually were. That, right there, was progress.
“I had no idea it was this big,” she admitted as her delicate fingers reached forward to grab my length and I almost chuckled.
She curled her fingers around my thickness and slowly pumped her hand from base to tip. The smoothness of her skin and the pressure of her hand were just perfect, and I couldn’t help but groan and close my eyes as she repeated the motion.
“Will it fit?” she whispered. I opened my eyes again to look at her and raised my brows. Misreading my expression, she clarified. “Inside me, I mean.”
A slow smile spread across my face.
“It’ll fit,” I assured her as I brought the tip of my index finger to her mouth and pushed it just slightly inside. “It’ll fit in your mouth . . .” I trailed off as I pulled my finger away and dipped it toward her tits, “between your perfect tits, and right inside your sweet pussy.”
Chloe gasped and pumped my cock a little harder as my other hand reached under her skirt and flattened against her mound. Her reaction made my body crave her evens more, but the elevator came to a stop, and it was time to go.
The doors opened and I gave her a quick peck on the lips as I wrestled myself back inside my pants and guided her out of the elevator. My heart was pounding, my balls were aching, and my head was spinning to get out of these clothes and finally make Chloe mine. We rushed toward the room, and as soon as the doors closed, we were all over each other.
Holding Chloe by the hips, I pulled her in for a kiss. Her mouth was now familiar territory, but the feeling of her soft lips moving against mine and our tongues dancing together still made my body crazy with lust and need. A small voice in my head still told me that what we were doing was wrong, but I quickly silenced it because those words were lies. They had to be. There was no way in hell that something this good could be wrong
Not wanting to rush things, I took my time kissing her mouth and neck. As usual, she allowed me to undress her without any inhibition. I enjoyed how comfortable she was in her nakedness almost as much as I enjoyed every perfect line of her body. She was slim but not thin, which was how I preferred. Her tits were large and almost too much for my hands, and her hips were rounded and wide in contrast to her pinched waist. She was a goddess, and I would gladly spend my whole life worshiping her.
Once Chloe was completely bare, I continued to devour her skin while her hands moved to my clothes. Unlike the other times she had tried to strip me, this time I didn’t stop her. I allowed her to remove my clothing piece by piece until we were both standing naked in the middle of the huge bedroom.
With her mouth hanging slightly open, she pulled away from me and ran her eyes up and down my body. Her hands followed her gaze on my defined pecks and abs and continued down until they reached my cock. She licked her lips once her fingers curled around my girth.
“Do you still want a taste, or should we go straight to the main event?” I asked in a teasing tone.
A grin that was filled with almost childish excitement curled on her face. “I want to, but I..ah..”
She didn’t need to finish that sentence for me to know where she was going. “Don’t worry. I’ll walk you through it.” Chloe sighed a breath of relief, and I quickly started our next lesson. “Get down on your knees,” I ordered, and like the good girl she was, she obeyed. Chloe sank slowly to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. I had imagined this exact moment so many times, and the knowledge that it was about to come true was almost too much to bear.
I brought a hand to her long, blonde hair, raked my fingers through her soft tresses and wrapped them around my palm as she took me into the wet cavern of her mouth. I forced myself to stand as still as possible as she ran her tongue along my length and then sucked gently on the tip.
For a brief moment, I started to suspect that this was not her first blowjob and the thought made me crazy. I wanted to be the only one she had ever experienced in this way. I fisted my hand in her hair and pulled her off of me.
Her eyes widened and she asked, “Am I doing it wrong? Do you not like it?”
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It was all I needed to hear to know that I was her one and only. “No baby, you’re doing it very, very right,” I purred and groaned as she took me into her mouth again.
She slid her lips along me until my tip probed the back of her throat and her other hand came up to cup my balls. Unable to help myself, I groaned and called her name as my body prepared to release itself into her mouth. I tried to pull back but she held firm and increased the pressure and suction of her lips around me.
“No, not like this,” I said, pulling her up to her feet.
I guided her backward and onto the bed and knelt between her open thighs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Chloe” I whispered as I took my engorged cock in my hand, the tip glistening with a drop of cum. I rubbed the tip over her wet folds and watched the way her face contorted with pleasure.
“Stop teasing me, Conner,” Chloe pleaded after a few seconds, her voice rough and desperate. “I want to feel you inside me. Please don’t make me wait.”
I smiled at her begging and balanced myself on my arms so I could look at her. Holding her gaze, I pushed myself slowly inside of her and delighted at her gasp and how tight she was.
“Is this what you want?” I whispered against her lips.
“Yes,” she moaned.
With another roll of my hips, I pushed a bit deeper. Chloe moaned and called my name as I continued to slide further and further into her tight pussy, not stopping until I was completely buried inside of her.
I waited for a moment before starting to thrust, wanting her to get used to the feel of me. Though my need to possess her nearly drove me insane, I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted to give her as much pleasure as I would take from her.
I slowly began to move inside of her and she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist. With this new angle, I could bury myself to the hilt in her aching core with each long, slow thrust. Chloe cried out once and I stopped, looking down at her with concern in my eyes, only to quickly realize that her cry was not one of pain.
