We both begin laughing at ourselves, and our obviously crazy haste, but he quickly muffles my laughter with his mouth as he crushes it over mine, wanting. Our hands are all over each other. My fingers work on the button and zipper of his pants. As we grope and fondle one another, peeling off the remainder of each other’s clothes in a rush, we’re stepping backward, moving, but I don’t know where to. Maybe the new chair, but I feel a little unsteady like I may hit a wall or something.
Connor reaches around me, his muscular chest crushing my breasts, the sweet friction igniting the sensations of my hardening nipples and unhinges my bra.
“I fucking love your tits.” He leers then massages them with both his rough hands. “They’re so perfect.” He thumbs my nipples.
“Meanwhile, I still can’t get your pants off!” I exclaim as I try shoving them down his hips.
“They’ll come off soon enough, but right now I need one of these in my mouth.”
Without further ado, he hoists me in his arms, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, and his hot, wet mouth surrounds and sucks in my left nipple. A moment later, he moves on to my right. It immediately stokes the growing fire between my legs.
“Oh, Connor.”
“Oh, baby.”
I can feel his hard-on growing beneath the fabric of his trousers. “Pants!” I demand. However, what I really meant was, cock!
He smiles, sets me on my feet, and frees himself from the obstacle.
“That’s what I want,” I whisper hotly and feel up his hard-as-steel, gorgeous, all-for-me, cock. “I can’t wait for this to be deep inside me.”
“Fuck yes, I want your sweet cunt walls throbbing and pulsing around my dick. I’m going to make you moan and whimper and scream as you come so fucking hard over and over again, just like last night.”
“Yes, please,” I plead with a whine.
“God, Elle, I love all your noises!” His fingers reach up under my skirt and take a swipe over my panties at my wet center.
Suddenly, he lifts me, and my ass meets up with a hard surface. “Oh.”
“Dining room table,” he murmurs, his tongue tangled with mine.
Right, the one with the all the papers and file folders neatly set in piles.
“Jesus H. Christ! I cannot get this fucking skirt undone! What is it, a chastity belt?” he exclaims, and I laugh.
“Fuck it.” He decides as both his hands caress up my outer thighs, lifting the skirt as they travel till the fabric is around my waist. “I want this! Now!”
He spreads my legs, pulls aside the cotton panel of my panties and strokes my core. My clit flames at his touch. “You’re already so swollen. You love this foreplay.”
“As much as you do.” Reaching into his briefs, I squeeze his cock, savoring the skin-on-skin contact.
He groans and pumps against my hand. “I’ve got to get inside you.”
I nod, his ministrations to my clit bringing me closer to my climax.
With his right hand still massaging me, he stoops down to his pants, still around his ankles, and reaches for his wallet in his back pocket. He frees a condom, then drops to his knees and worships my body with his mouth.
“Oh. My. Fuck!” I cry as his tongue scorches my clit. He flicks, then caresses me with his lips. I know he’s putting on the condom…
“You’re such an excellent… multi-tasker,” I manage between gasps.
“Happy to serve,” he mumbles over my wet center.
I moan. “Don’t you want to move to the bedroom?”
“Fuck no, gorgeous, that would waste precious time.”
I feel my bare ass crumple some of Connor’s paperwork, but he’s still working me deftly with his amazingly skilled tongue, and to that he’s added two calloused fingers, which he’s pumping in and out of me.
I’m moaning and can’t seem to catch my breath. My legs start to quiver and shake as my orgasm overtakes my entire body, starting like a wildfire from my core and radiating throughout my whole being.
Connor stands between my thighs and grabs my ass. Then he breathes seductively over my lips, “I am going to fuck you so good.”
Climbing over me, he maneuvers our bodies onto the table. My elbows, lower back and ass are crushing all his carefully organized paperwork as he forces me farther. “Connor, your work!”
“You’re all I want. You’re all I think about.” With that, he fans out his arm, sweeping it across the tabletop. Huge piles of papers and file folders cascade, scatter and float to the floor... The ones that don’t are crushed under the weight of our bodies as he lays me out underneath him and strokes his cock at my opening.
He enters me, and his beautiful cock fills me, spreading me open, hard and deep. He creates a methodical rhythm: slowly, tauntingly pulling out until just the head of his cock sits at the edge of my opening, then he thrusts his shaft back into me, powerfully, forcefully, and holds.
“Oh God!” I hitch in a startled breath and he does it again.
Connor takes my hands, puts them over my head and demands, “Grip the edge of the table.”
I do, and he sucks at my exposed breasts almost mercilessly as he continues his torturous, slow-burn fucking. He’s making me lose my mind! His crushed, ripped papers beneath our sweaty bodies… it all heightens the pleasure.
“You are driving me crazy!” I squirm beneath him.
“Then I’m doing it right.”
Yeah, he is, but I’m dying. I grind against him, searching for more. I’m right on the edge.
“More, Connor. Faster. Go faster.”
I feel him smile against my nipple. He’s completely teasing me. Trying to make him speed up, I arch my back and roll my hips. It doesn’t make a difference.
“Baby, tonight I’m in control.” He leans up and spreads my legs wide with his hands on my thighs. “This is the perfect view of your fuck-gorgeous body. And me taking it as my own.”
I gasp.
“Oh yeah, that’s right.” He watches the connection of our bodies. “My rock-hard dick being taken in by your sweet, tight pussy.”
He jacks in hard, then pulls back out achingly slowly.
“This connection, where we become one.” He grunts as his cock hammer-blows back inside to my warmth.
I cry out with every seizing blow, each stroke bringing me higher.
Connor’s eyes grow heavy with desire. I realize he’s torturing himself as much as he is me. His head lulls back. “Your noises could make me come.”
That does it! I can’t take another second! “Fuck me, Connor, please! For God’s sake, take me!”
A serious edge cuts across his gaze, and his eyes turn dark with lust and something else as he leans in and tenderly but firmly takes my jaw in his big hand and forces my eyes to meet his.
“You are so special, Elle. I’ve never met a woman like you. And I’m going to work hard to prove to you that no other man is ever going to make you feel the way that I do.”
He covers me with his beautiful hard body, his hand cradling the side of my face. “Eyes on me.”
He thrusts wildly as he consumes all of me; my body, mind and soul are caught up in every sensation. His eyes—stormy, torrential oceans—never once leave mine.
Powerfully, we climax together, riding the highest wave I could imagine.
As we drift back down, we’re wrapped around each other.
Once he catches his breath, he swings his legs over, stands to the side of the table and lifts me, cradling me in his arms.
I lay my head on his shoulder, exhausted and fulfilled.
As he turns toward the bedroom, I get a view of the disaster. “Oh, Con, you’re never going to be able to put these papers back in order again. In fact—” I reach around to my ass, peel a stuck piece of paper away and hand it to him apologetically.
“Babe, I don’t give one fuck about any of that.” He laughs, lays a kiss against my hair and carries me into the bedroom.
I know he’s right.
No
other man is ever going to make me feel the way that Connor Callahan makes me feel.
I’m standing at the far-side of the yoga studio with my back to the mirrors, phone in hand, while looking out through the glass walls. I’ve got one eye on the clock and the other on Connor, who’s standing outside the studio with my next group. He worked with the kids first on the mats, and he’s now giving them a short pep talk before releasing them to me.
How many times??? Anya’s next text pings in.
The first number was correct. I laugh as I thumb in the letters.
Oh my God!!! She includes a line of sweaty face emojis with rainbows and starbursts.
I can’t keep myself from laughing! Connor and I had an incredible weekend after the wedding… that turned into another whirlwind week where we spent as much time as we could together and with the kids, between both our crazy work schedules. Anya has been on location in Venezuela this past week. This is the first time she’s had service to be able to text.
My eyes lift again to the subject of our conversation. For a moment, I lose myself in him. The cut and curves of his form, the way he moves his hands as he’s inspiring the children, the trim of his hair.
I feel a small smile capture my face. He is honestly the most beautiful man I’ve ever known. Now that I’ve had him in my life, I can’t imagine it without him.
The ping of Anya’s next text startles me back to myself.
Girlfriend, you’ve got it bad.
You think?
You’ve been texting and talking to me about Connor Callahan ever since you first laid eyes on the man. I know you and I know without a shadow of a doubt that you are in—
I go breathless, waiting on her next word.
In that instant, Connor swings open the studio door, and like a schoolgirl about to get caught by the teacher with her phone in class, I quickly hide it behind my back.
“Hello, class!” I call out cheerfully, sure my face is all shades of red. “I’m so excited for you all to be here today. If you need to use the bathroom or get a drink, now is the time to do it.”
Connor comes closer, until he’s standing so close I can feel the warmth his body is throwing off.
“You look like you’re positively up to no good.”
“Really? Just getting ready for class,” I say way too quickly.
He peers down at me with a good-humoredly suspicious gaze.
“Honest,” I lie, quickly putting my phone onto vibrate.
He leans in and his breath tickles my ear. “You look incredible.”
“Yeah?” Involuntarily my shoulder rises to meet my ear to absorb the tickle. “Must be the ponytail,” I joke, completely revved up by his presence.
“Or it could be the way that shirt hugs your—”
“Kids!” I squeal. Then I whisper to him, “Can’t be all meditative and yog-a-ie if all I can think about is you.” I give him a playful shove with my shoulder.
A cocky grin spreads over his face, making the lines next to his eyes crinkle. “I’m all you think about, huh?”
“You, sir, need to leeeave,” I say, exaggerating the vowel as I nudge him toward the door.
“Alright.” He lifts his hands to me in defeat. “How about later this afternoon I get to find out what this naughty blush is all about?” Connor eyes my cheeks, then follows the arm that’s still hidden behind my back.
Oh! I knew he could tell! Lawyers! I surrender as a smile bubbles up in response.
“I have somewhere very special I’d like to take you.” His expression becomes open, sensitive.
“I’d like that.”
“After showers, five o’clock?”
“That works.”
“See you then, beautiful.”
I allow myself a second to recover, but soon I have about twenty sets of eyes on me.
“Namaste, class.” I join my hands together and bow before them, and they follow suit.
“Namaste, Miss Elle.” Their voices join together.
“The soul in me greets and connects to the soul in you.”
We lift our hands, which had been folded next to our hearts, and soon we’re doing rounds of sun salutations.
That’s when I feel the vibration of my phone in the back pocket of my yoga belt. I’m not supposed to be looking at my phone during class.
And not looking at it is going to drive me crazy.
“Let’s gently fold our bodies and touch the floor with our hands. If your legs are tight, you can bend at the knee… and bring ourselves into downward dog.”
The children are wonderful to watch! Some are graceful, others wobble, others still begin to bark and howl like dogs.
“Quiet please. We are thinking about how strong our bodies are and how peaceful we can make our minds.”
I walk through the rows of kiddos, giving praise and affirmation. “Nice, Laurel. Great form, Jamie. Wow! You all look so amazing!”
The vibration from my unviewed text signals again, taunting me with the idea that something really good might be waiting for me. I think back to Anya’s last text and how I never got to see what she finished writing.
That thought makes me fidgety.
Class literally started like ten minutes ago! How can I possibly wait an entire twenty minutes? I’m going to lose my freaking mind!
“Good job, class. Let’s transition into tree pose.”
This is another fun one. Most of the kiddos place their foot below the knee, while a few adventurous ones try to put it up on their inner thighs.
“Strengthen your core, find your center, and balance…”
A new ping! UGH!!!
“Lift your hands to the sky… hold it if you can.”
Is Anya still going on about my romps in the sack—and on the table—
or did Connor text me?
“Very good, Alexis.” I walk around the class, giving each of the kids a word of encouragement.
“Straighten your back, Lane. Perfect!”
Suddenly, Connor comes sauntering past the windows and captures my eyes as he lifts his phone and wiggles it.
There is a text from him. My heart begins to thud in excitement.
And from that sexy smile and cocked eyebrow, I can tell it’s flirty.
“Let’s come to yogi’s seated position,” I instruct as Zen-like as I possibly can while attempting to hide my ulterior motive.
“We’re going to close our eyes and let all the thoughts in our minds become quiet.” I’m such a hypocrite. “Deep breaths in… and out.”
I, on the other hand, can hardly take a breath. I scoop out my phone and unlock the screen as my brain rewinds to recall what Anya’s previous text had read: I know without a shadow of a doubt that you are in…
That’s when I see the last word of Anya’s unfinished text as it sits above Connor’s new one.
…love.
I stare at it a moment.
She’s one hundred percent right.
I am completely in love with Connor Callahan.
Connor’s text underneath Anya’s reads, I’d love for you to stay the night at my place.
That could be arranged. I type and send, feeling rather satisfied.
Unexpectedly, another text buzzes in. I instinctively lift my eyes to the windows and see Connor looking in at me, his beefy hands wrapped around his phone.
I’m going to peel that tight, little tank top away from your skin, suck each one of your sweet tits into my mouth as I rip off your shorts and panties then fuck you hard against the wall. Tonight we’ll start in the kitchen. I’ll put an even naughtier smile on your pretty face.
My teeth grip my bottom lip just imagining it. My breath quickens in my chest as I peer up through my lashes back at him. He seems pleased with this response.
I text back, YOU ARE SO BAD!
Yeah… you love me for it.
Love.
“Oh my God! This is the famous House of Ink and Steel!” I burst excitedly as Connor pulls his car into the VIP parking place i
n the back. “And another one of your homes away from home.” He has three to be exact.
Connor’s boyish smile spreads ear to ear. “Yeah, this place is important me. All the brothers spend a lot of time here together.” As he leads us around to the sidewalk, his whole body becomes animated as he jumps out in front of me and walks backward. “We’re either chilling and unwinding or winding up. We have a bar and media room in the back affectionately known as The Cave where we’re always hanging out playing cards or watching movies or a Vikings game or whatever. And one of us is almost always getting fresh ink. I want to give you the full experience. So, we’ll go through the front.”
We round the corner of the red brick warehouse to the front door. Long, colorful dragons like sentinels flank each side of the doorway. The sign above the door, written in tattoo-style graffiti script reads, “House of Ink and Steel.”
“What?!” Connor’s countenance falls.
The sign on the door reads, CLOSED.
I touch his shoulder comfortingly. “It’s okay. We can come back another day.”
“It’s six o’clock on a Friday night.” His brows knit as if he’s trying to solve a mystery. “Besides, the brothers usually meet up here on the second Friday of the month.”
The sign with the business hours says that they’re open until one in the morning.
“Maybe because Adrienne is off on her honeymoon, they changed the hours?” I tried.
“I wouldn’t have known; I’ve been preoccupied.” Connor kisses my cheek. “No worries, I have a key.”
He opens the door and switches on the light. Under our feet is a black carpet that leads to an expansive floor of black and red checkered marble. The walls are red with black trim. Sleek black sofas are artfully arranged alongside comfortable oversized chairs just like the one...
“Oh my God,” I breathe, astonished. Slowly my eyes lift to meet his, and he smiles sweetly down at me. “These chairs look almost exactly like the one I picked out for you at the furniture store.”
“The one you thought was so very me,” he says, quoting me. “You know me well.”
I love that he thinks so, and I have a feeling I’m beaming like a headlight.
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