Live Without Regret (A Touch of Fate)

by Grayson, K. L.

  “Brittany.” My eyes snap up to his. Connor blinks several times. He looks conflicted, and I can’t tell if I’m pushing things too far or if he’s desperately trying to refrain from pouncing all over me. It’s a toss-up, but I’m hoping for the latter.

  “I want you,” I whisper, attempting to convey in those three little words just how much I need him. That must have been exactly what he was hoping to hear because, in the blink of an eye, our positions are switched. Connor is hovering over me, his delicious body pressing me into the mattress.

  “I want you, too,” he says, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “So much.” My body is vibrating with sexual energy, and without thinking, I tilt my hips, silently begging for him to take me. Connor sucks in a sharp breath. Gripping my hips, he grinds against me. “No.” Running his thumb along my bottom lip, he shakes his head. “This time, I’m controlling the pace.”

  Sitting back on his haunches, Connor slips his fingers under my shirt and slides it up my body. I lift my upper body just enough for him to pull it off. He flicks the clasp of my bra and the cotton material falls from my heavy breasts. His eyes flare at the sight of my naked chest. “So fucking sexy,” he rasps, tugging my bra off. He kisses the swell of each breast. “I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you again—and I will—but first…” Connor’s words trail off. His eyes drop, and then he slowly peels my pants off, along with my underwear.

  My eyes stay locked on his. Watching him watch me is the most intense sensation ever. I didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on than I was just seconds ago.

  I was wrong.

  Running his hands from my knees to my ankles, Connor lifts both of my legs, opening them in the process. He kisses one calf and then lowers my leg before repeating the process with the other.

  My knees are bent and I’m completely open to him, feeling sexier now than I ever have. “Please,” I beg. Lifting my hips, I urge him to touch me.

  “No begging,” he says. Then he gives me exactly what I want. One long finger pushes inside of me and my eyes roll back in my head. “I’ll give you whatever you want.” Connor shifts lower on the bed and I peel my eyes open, a little shocked at his admission. “Haven’t you figured that out yet? I can’t get enough of you.” His lips trail along the inside of my thigh, his eyes trained on his finger as it slides in and out of me. His mouth is close enough to join in the torture, but it doesn’t.

  “Are you watching?” he asks, not taking his eyes off my pussy long enough to check for himself.

  Hell yes, I’m watching.

  The moment is way too sensual and I can’t seem to form words. Connor adds a second finger, pushing it deep inside of me. When he curls them both in a come-hither motion, my body coils tight. “I bet I could make you come just like this. You don’t even need my mouth,” he says, his voice thick and heady.

  He’s a dirty talker.

  Oh, God. That’s my weakness.

  “What do you think?” he asks. Pulling his fingers out, he twists his wrist and pushes his fingers back in, only this time with a bit more force.

  “Connor.” I know, it’s not the most clever thing to say, but right now my brain is mush. The only thing I can concentrate on are his fingers and the way they’re hitting that swollen spot way down deep. “Please.”

  “What did I say, pretty girl? No begging. What do you want? Tell me and it’s yours.”

  I squirm beneath him, pumping my hips in rhythm with his hand. Tiny sparks of pleasure shoot through my body. Tossing my head back, I squeeze my eyes shut. “More. I need more.”

  “More of what?” he growls. “Tell me what you need.”

  “Your mouth. I need your—Oh, God. That. That’s what I—ahhh.” Connor’s tongue pushes inside me at the same time I thread my fingers in his hair and hold him against me. His tongue swirls and lips suck, and when he slides a finger through my wet folds, finding my clit, I nearly lose it.

  Connor glances up at me under thick, dark lashes. “Gorgeous,” he mumbles. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he sucks—hard—before nipping at the swollen bud. And that’s all it takes.

  My body spirals out of control, my thighs clenching tightly around his head. Connor’s glorious mouth doesn’t stop. Instead, he rides out the orgasm, licking and sucking relentlessly until I’m nothing but a big pile of loose limbs.

  “I don’t even have words for that.” Dropping my head back on the pillow, I revel in the feel of Connor’s body as he crawls on top of me.

  “Open your eyes.” It’s a gentle command, and one that I’m more than happy to follow. When I lift my lids, Connor’s face is mere inches from mine. His mouth is glistening, a lazy smile stretched across his face. “There aren’t words for that. Watching you come, watching you lose control…it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I want to see it again,” he whispers, then presses a kiss to my lips before sitting up.

  Leaning across the bed, Connor grabs a condom from his nightstand. He rips open the foil, pulls out the condom, and slides it over his throbbing erection. As he lowers himself on top of me, he asks, “Do you want this?”

  Is that a real question? “Yes.”

  “Say it,” he says, his eyes imploring mine. “I want to hear the words.” Connor squeezes a hand between our bodies. His fingers find my clit, which is still swollen and throbbing, and my hips buck off the bed. Then he grinds against me, his erection sliding between my folds. Rocking his hips, Connor slowly pulls my body from its sated state. In a matter of seconds he has me writhing against him, desperate for a second release, and even more desperate to feel him inside me.

  “I want you.” My throat is dry from panting and my words come out scratchy. Gliding a hand down his back, I squeeze Connor’s ass.

  Dropping his face to the crook of my neck, he finds my ear. “Do you feel how hard I am? That’s all you. Do you want my cock inside you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Be sure, baby. Because once I’m inside you, I’m going to claim you. Your body”—grazing a hand over my breast, he plucks at my nipple—“will be mine. This pussy”—pulling back, he aligns himself at my entrance—“will be mine. Is that what you want?”

  The head of his cock slips inside of me. “Yes.” The word isn’t even out of my mouth and he buries himself to the hilt, filling me in ways that I’ve never experienced. All of my insecurities fade away. The only thing that matters in this moment is this man.

  “Fuck.” Connor grunts, trailing hot kisses over my chest as he starts moving his body. “You feel so good. I’m not going to last.” His hips are pumping in a perfect rhythm, and I meet him thrust for thrust. But I still need more.

  Wrapping my legs around his back, I lock my ankles. “Harder.” He’s pounding into me, each pump pushing him deeper and deeper until I’m certain he’s found a permanent spot to call his own. My legs begin to shake. Tightening my thighs around him, I try to hold off my release, wanting to prolong this moment—this feeling—as long as I possibly can. “Connor.”

  A low rumble emanates from his chest. Wiggling my hand between us, I make a V with my fingers and slide them along my pussy. Then my fingers squeeze his cock as he thrusts in and out of me. “Son of a bitch,” he growls, staring at where we’re joined.

  “Fuck me, Connor,” I command in a completely non-commanding voice. Connor’s eyes snap up to mine. His hooded gaze is full of desire, showing me he needs this as much as I do. Warmth settles low in my belly. My clit throbs with each smack of his hips against mine, and without warning, my body explodes, sending sparks of pleasure throughout.

  Connor’s movements become quicker, almost frenzied. A string of unintelligible words tumble from his mouth, and his muscles tighten under the touch of my hands. Within seconds, he’s groaning my name as he rides out his own release.

  Collapsing on top of me, Connor cradles my face in his hand. “There aren’t words for that either,” he says.

  “I disagree.” Curving my hand around the back of his neck
, I pull him down until his lips rest against mine. “It was mind-blowing, and I want to do it over and over and over—”

  Sealing his mouth against mine, Connor swallows my words. It’s the best feeling to have a guy kiss you as though you’re the only woman in the world. And that’s exactly how I feel every time I’m with this man.

  Nibbling on my bottom lip, he slowly pulls back. “You’re mind-blowing,” he says, peppering kisses anywhere and everywhere he can find a place to kiss. My heart swells painfully inside my chest.

  I’m actually beginning to wonder if my broken heart was ever really broken to begin with. Because what I feel for Connor in just a few shorts days is so much more than I ever felt for Tyson. Maybe he isn’t piecing my heart back together at all, maybe Connor is stealing my heart one little chunk at a time.

  I smile to myself when his lips lock around my nipple. “Is it too soon to do the ‘over and over and over again’ you were talking about?” he mumbles.

  Arching my back, I offer him every bit of my body…and quite possibly my heart. “Absolutely not,” I say. “In fact, the sooner the better. What are you waiting for?”

  In the blink of an eye, my body is flying through the air as Connor flips me over. Wrapping an arm around my stomach, he pulls me up onto all fours and smacks my ass.

  I suck in a sharp breath and arch my back. The sting of his skin slapping mine isn’t at all what I expected. It doesn’t hurt, and surprisingly I want more. Wiggling my ass, I urge him to do it again.

  “Of course you like that,” he murmurs, giving me what I want. Connor’s hand swiftly connects with my ass again, and then he rubs the area gently before sliding his hand up my back. His fingers skate across the base of my neck, sweeping my hair to the side, and then his touch falters.

  “Alis volat propriis,” he whispers.

  “You found it.” My words come out husky and breathless. I’m anxious to get this out of the way so we can get back to that ass smacking.

  “What does it mean?”

  “She flies with her own wings.”

  “It’s beautiful. I love it.”

  “Thank you,” I say, pushing my ass into his groin, hoping he gets the hint.

  “You’re going to be the death of me,” he breathes, fisting his hand in my hair.

  Connor tugs gently, tilting my head back, and a tiny whimper falls from my mouth. Whatever game we’ve been playing, Connor just won.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Tightening my grip on Brittany, I pull her warm, naked body against mine. Her tight little ass pushes against my cock. My body is sated to the point of blissful relaxation and there is no way I’m getting hard again. Although I’m half tempted to see if she’d let me try.

  Brittany chuckles, allowing her body to melt into mine. She’s all soft curves and silky smooth skin, and I could touch her forever. “Don’t you have to work today?” she asks.

  “Yes.” I kiss the soft spot under her ear. Her shoulders scrunch up, a wave of goose bumps popping out along her skin. I fucking love that I can do that to her. “My first client doesn’t come in until noon. So we still have”—craning my neck, I look at the clock—“two hours.”

  “I wish,” she says, rolling over. “I promised I’d have brunch with my mom.”

  “Brunch? Do people really have brunch?”

  “Yes,” she says, shoving playfully at my chest. “Well, I think they do.” She furrows her brow. “Or maybe just my mom and I do. Anyway, I’m supposed to meet her at ten-thirty, and I really should get home and shower beforehand.”

  I smirk. “What, you don’t want to go with that fresh I-just-had-the-best-sex-of-my-life look?”

  “No,” she says, laughing. “As far as I’m concerned, my mother can keep believing I’m a virgin.”

  “Riiiiight.” Trailing my lips down her neck, I suck lightly. “Maybe I should leave you with a parting gift?”

  Brittany springs from the bed so fast I don’t even have time to react. “Oh hell no,” she says, holding her hands out.

  Seriously? Like that could stop me. But it’s cute that she thinks it could. Sweeping my eyes down her naked body, I take a moment to stare at her.

  She glances down as though she just realized she’s in her birthday suit. “Crap,” she hisses, covering her gorgeous tits with her arm. Bending down, she looks around, presumably for her clothes.

  Flinging the sheet off, I climb out of bed, tug her arm away from her chest, and haul her in close. “Don’t hide from me,” I say, running my fingertips along her chest. Her eyes drift down, watching my hand as I brush my fingers across the swell of each breast. “Not after what we just did.” Placing a finger under her chin, I lift her face to meet mine. “Your body is perfect. I should know, since I just spent hours worshiping every single inch of it. In fact, what are your plans for tonight? Because there are a few spots I’d like to examine a little closer.”

  Brittany shivers, a light flush infusing her cheeks. I can’t help but wonder what it would take to make her flush like that all over. I think I have an idea, but it’ll have to wait until tonight.

  My fingers skate down her chest, flicking at her nipple before squeezing it gently. I swear I hear Brittany purr. Apparently, that’s all it takes to make my cock hard again. Okay, who am I kidding? It was full-on throbbing the second her naked ass jumped out of the bed, putting all of her glorious curves on display. But now…now I’m rock solid, and the object of my affection is trying to leave.

  Out of nowhere, Brittany starts laughing. She pulls back just enough to look down at my straining erection. “No.” Shaking her head, she places both hands on my chest and nudges me away. “I have to go. If I miss brunch, my mother will know that something is up and she won’t stop until she figures out what it is.”

  “Something is up,” I say, waggling my eyebrows. Like a predator stalking its prey, I take a measured step toward her.

  “Connor,” she warns, stepping back. “Don’t touch me.”

  I stop dead in my tracks. No means no, and I don’t take something like that lightly. I just don’t like hearing it come from her mouth. “Why can’t I touch you?”

  “Because my body craves your body, and if you put your hands on me, I won’t leave. I’ll stay and let you fuck me, loving every second of it, but I really need to go.”

  “I love that answer, baby.” Bending down, I pick up her shirt and toss it at her. “You have two seconds to put that on or I’m gonna pounce.” Brittany giggles, tugging the shirt over her head. Grabbing my shorts off the floor, I slip them on and adjust my dick. “Can I touch you now?”

  She nods, almost shyly, and takes a step toward me. Slipping her fingers in the waistband of my shorts, she pulls me toward her. I snake my arms around her waist. “What time do you get off?”

  Her warm body is pressed against mine, but I can’t seem to think about anything other than the fact that she isn’t wearing pants—or underwear. All I need to do is brush my fingers along her pussy, find her clit, and she’ll be mine for the next two hours.

  “Connor.” Fingers snap in front of my face, pulling me from my thoughts.

  “Huh?”

  “I asked what time you get off tonight.”

  “Oh, ummm”—I run a hand down my face, trying to focus on her question—“my last client is at four. I should be done by five-thirty.”

  “Perfect,” she says, kissing my cheek. “I was thinking I could make you supper.”

  “What are you going to make?”

  “I’m not sure yet. I’ll surprise you. Is there anything you don’t like?”

  “Are you kidding?” I say, laughing. “Hell no. I’ll eat just about anything.”

  Brittany smiles, giving me a soft kiss before she starts rummaging around for the rest of her clothes. I watch her get dressed, all the while wondering how strange it is that I’m already missing the feel of her body against mine.

  Get a grip, Connor. She’s two feet away, and you’ll see her tonight.

&n
bsp; “Okay.” She smooths her hands down the front of her wrinkled shirt. “I’ll see you tonight?”

  “Yep. My place or yours?”

  “Yours. Casey will be home, and if you come to our place, we’ll never get rid of her.” With one last peck on the cheek, Brittany is out of my bedroom and moving down the hall at a fast clip. Following behind her, I open the door and smack her ass as she walks out.

  Twirling around, she points a finger at me. The smirk on her face tells me that she isn’t actually mad. I’d bet just about anything that she secretly enjoyed it.

  Poking my head around the shower curtain, I listen carefully. I swear I just heard someone knock on my door. A few seconds pass and I hear it again. “Shit.” Turning off the shower, I grab a towel and wrap it around me, knotting it at the waist. The knock becomes more insistent, and I pick up my pace in case it’s Brittany and she forgot something. I skid to a halt, nearly falling flat on my ass as I yank open the front door.

  My shoulders deflate when I find Logan standing in my doorway. “Hey.”

  “Don’t sound so excited to see me,” she says, pushing her way into my house. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were hoping I was someone else.”

  “As a matter of fact,” I say, shutting the door behind her, “I was hoping you were someone else.”

  She winces, feigning pain. “Ouch. No wonder you haven’t called me back.” Cocking her hip, Logan narrows her eyes. “What’s her name and how long until I get my best friend back? And why in the hell am I just hearing about her now?”

  “You called?” Brushing past Logan, I walk into the kitchen and grab my phone off the counter. Sure enough, I’ve missed three calls since last night. I should probably feel bad, but I don’t. Mainly because I was too preoccupied enjoying who I was with. “Her name is Brittany. You’re just now hearing about her because we’ve only been seeing each other for a few days, and what makes you think it won’t last long?”

  “Because it won’t.” Logan walks over and stands next to me. “It never does. You gave up fucking and started dating, but your standards are too high. No woman ever measures up.”