by Aycart, Elle
“Jesus Christ, you’re gorgeous,” he hissed, caressing her soft mound with a trembling finger. Her pussy was bare. Her clit was in plain sight. Her folds were flushed and spread open like a succulent flower encasing a pretty little hole, the inner flesh a darker shade of pink. And God help him, but she was already wet.
She was willing and his for the taking. So tempting. His cock throbbed, demanding to be unleashed. But she needed to be drenched to take him.
Keeping her wide open with his hands on her inner thighs, he took a lavish lick, from her sweet opening to her engorged clit. Her fiery smell filled his nostrils. She jerked at the contact, moaning and arching her back. Asking for more, which he was glad to give. He began eating her out—probably being too rough with her delicate flesh, but he needed her too much.
Still fucking her with his tongue, he reached up and squeezed both tits, hard, and pinched her nipples. She tensed. He thought she was going to complain, but she held his head against her pussy and, sweetly whimpering, came in his mouth.
Her moans of pleasure saturated the air and his mind. Fuck, he needed to be inside of her so badly.
Blood roared in his ears. With the last bit of his self-control dangling by a thread, he closed his eyes. He was in hyperdrive: all his muscles were bulging with tension, his senses were heightened, and his heart was pumping like mad. But he wasn’t going to lose it and have a panic reaction. He was totally in the present, totally concentrating on Audrey. Which was good, because by now he was so far gone, he wasn’t sure he could stop if he had to, even to avoid freaking out.
“Con, please, get up here and fuck me. Now.” Her legs were still trembling from her orgasm and yet she was demanding more. Exactly his kind of woman.
He spotted the discarded foil package and grabbed it. He tore it open and, after chucking his pants, sheathed himself.
He knelt in front of her and pushed two fingers inside of her. Damn, this was going to be a difficult fit. “You’re not ready.” He was big, and he was harder than he’d ever been. And needier, because he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted any other woman. Bad combination.
She extended her arms to him. “I’m ready.”
“I will hurt you,” he warned her, not moving.
“No, you won’t.”
Fuck, she was dismantling him, piece by piece. Still, some smidgen of self-preservation had to kick in.
Con moved on top of her, grabbed her hands, and held them over her head. She was going to complain for real this time, but he kissed her, effectively shutting her up. The kiss took on a life of its own, though, and soon they were both rubbing against each other, his cock nesting deeper and deeper between her folds.
“You smell like me,” she whispered against his lips when they came up for air. “I love it.”
He gave her a hard look. “There’s not going to be any frills or fancy moves. I’m way too far gone. I need to fuck you.”
Audrey lifted her hips, positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance. Without breaking eye contact, he pushed in.
“Jesus, baby, so fucking hot,” he said in a groan. He was not even halfway in and he was already out of his mind. “You’re burning me alive.”
He’d wanted to go slow. Slide a bit in and then pull out, over and over, getting deeper with every try until his whole cock was sheathed inside her plush pussy, but at this stage, that much control was a total impossibility. He was clenching his jaw so hard, it was going to splinter, and he was shaking from the tension, barely holding back from ramming all the way in.
“Let my hands go,” she pleaded. “I want to touch you.”
“Why, little girl? This turns you on.”
He could feel it; she was pulling at his tight hold, trying to get free, and the more she tried, the wetter she got when she didn’t succeed.
She strained toward him, her gorgeous nipples tight and glistening. “Yes, it turns me on, but I want to claw your back when I come. I want you to feel my touch.”
Fuck him. He wasn’t going to survive this.
Her inner muscles were struggling to accommodate his cock, barely yielding to his invasion, and yet she lifted her head and sexily licked his mouth, from his chin to the tip of his nose. “Don’t hold back. Fuck me.”
Oh God. He faltered for a tenth of a second, and she used that opportunity to break his hold on her hands and wrap her arms around him. Checkmate.
He thrust in, forcing her flesh to part for him until his whole cock was bathed in liquid heat and her snug pussy hugged him tightly.
It felt so damn good, he had to grit his teeth and pray to all the gods he knew not to come on the spot.
Then he felt her nails digging into his back. “Yes,” she hissed in his ear.
And he lost it completely. His cock wanted what it wanted. It had a mind of its own, and there was no way in hell Con was going to wrestle control from it. Not now, with Audrey moaning and thrashing under him.
He set a hard rhythm, plunging deep in her while she wrapped her arms and legs around him and clawed his back, urging him on with whimpers and needy moans.
He was being too rough, though, keeping her immobilized with his weight while he nailed her to the ground. He knew he should probably stop, but for the life of him, he couldn’t. He was too far gone. About to explode. He reached under her ass to lift it to him and ensure her clit got full friction. Then he let himself go, fucking her like a madman. As the impending orgasm gathered in his balls and threatened to overtake him, he felt her nails sinking into his flesh. Her body tensed and convulsed into a powerful release that gripped his cock mercilessly, demanding all his cum. He came and came, squeezed to oblivion by the hottest, tightest pussy he’d ever been in.
When he regained his bearings—God only knew how long after that mind-shattering orgasm—he realized he was sprawled on top of her. Fuck, he was too heavy for her. He rolled them until he was on his back. “Aud, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. He needed to see her expression to be sure, so he tipped her face up. She was flushed, her lips were puffy, and she looked at him through half-closed lids. “You probably gave me rug burn, though.”
He’d been too rough, going at her like a fucking animal. “I’m sorry, little girl.”
She waved him off. “I clawed your back, so we’re even. My nails are short but did you feel it?” At his nod, she continued, “Did you like it?”
“I loved it. I loved it all.” He kissed her, trying to convey all that he felt without words. He was bad with words. He loved it all, from the way she made sure he felt her touch to how responsive she was to him.
“You know what I just realized?” she asked, resting her head on his chest. “This is the first time I’ve had sex wearing nothing but sneakers.”
He chuckled softly, squeezing her in his arms and caressing her back. “Yeah, me too.”
“Let’s take a shower together and soothe all the burns?”
“Let me deal with the condom,” he said, holding the base of it. The second he slid out of her, he missed her heat, missed their connection, and felt instantly cold.
Con was knotting the rubber when they heard voices. They stilled. Yep, that was the front door opening.
“Why is this locked?” a female voice asked. Then, louder, “Mike? We’re here. Sorry we came late.”
Fuck. Sara and XL, probably.
“Oh crap,” Audrey whispered, gathering their scattered belongings. “Let’s hide?”
A long corridor separated them from reception. Too bad the dressing rooms were on that same corridor.
“No time. Get dressed,” he ordered, pulling his pants on.
He helped her with the shorts while she struggled into the bra. There was no time left. He could hear them coming. He grabbed the hoodie and threw it around his neck.
They waved at Sara and XL. “Mike left,” Con said, grabbing a towel from the bench and giving it casually to Audrey, as if they’d just finished sparring. “We were training while we
waited for you.”
“Right,” Sara said, looking unsuspecting. They were sweaty, flushed, and breathing hard. The standard trifecta after training, right?
Hopefully the kids wouldn’t notice Audrey’s bra was inside out, his cock was still standing at full salute, and there was a condom peeking from his pocket.
* * *
When Audrey finished showering and left the gym, Connor was already waiting outside. Smirking, he walked up to her and threw his arm around her shoulders. “We were two seconds away from being found out and banned from the gym.”
She grimaced and covered her face. “That would have been so mortifying.”
Audrey had had her heart stuck in her throat the whole time she was changing. Her legs had shaken so badly, it had been a miracle they hadn’t buckled and landed her on her ass. Then again, she wasn’t sure if that was from terror at almost getting caught or exhilaration from actually having sex with Con. The latter, probably.
“You regretting it?” he asked.
“Fuck, no,” she said with a smirk of her own. “But we’re too old to get caught red-handed.” And by teenagers, no less. Worst of all? She had no one but herself to blame. Still, it had been soooo worth it.
“You positive we didn’t? Get caught, I mean.”
She stopped dead in her tracks. “Crap. Did Sara or XL say anything to you? Did we forget anything… um… incriminating?”
One side of his mouth quirked up in a smile. “Plenty, baby. But those kids had other things going on. You weren’t the only one with your clothes messed up. Sara’s skirt was askew. And XL’s zipper was down. They were so fucking lucky Mike wasn’t there. He would have had that kid’s hide.”
Wait, what? “My clothes were messed up?” She hadn’t even noticed it. “Messed up how?”
“Your bra was inside out. I gave you the towel so you could cover it.”
Man, and she’d placed it around her neck, leaving most of the bra in plain view.
He laughed, shaking his head. “Come on. We need a stiff drink. My treat.”
“Let’s go to the inn.”
When they arrived, he stopped at the entrance. “I’m not sure…”
“Come on,” she insisted, pulling at the hand that she was still holding. “Stay with me.” She couldn’t bear to part with him.
He faltered for a second, but soon gave in. “You know what’s going to happen if I stay, right?”
“Of course I do. And you better live up to my expectations, house elf.” She leaned in and whispered, “After the gym, they’re quite high.”
And they were. He promised no frills and nothing fancy, but God, everything he did worked for her.
“So the duties of a house elf include keeping his master sexually satisfied? No wonder the dude in that picture was so emaciated.”
She laughed. “Not in the official books, but maybe in some fanfic? Either way, this house elf isn’t obliged to—”
“Keep you sexually satisfied? I think he is. Or would like to be, at the very least.”
If it wouldn’t be bad for her self-esteem, she’d be dancing a victory dance right now. Finally she’d gotten this guy to drop his stupid no-sex rule.
They made it to reception and no one was there. She could hear chattering from the pool. Good, they could sneak to her room without anyone—that is, Red—seeing them.
“This is my room,” she said, opening the door. “Once the cottage is ready, I’ll move there.” She hoped it would be soon, because she’d like to have this room available for clients. It was too fancy for her anyway. “Wait here. I’ll sneak into the kitchen and get us something to eat.”
The gods were again with her, and there was no one in the kitchen. She grabbed what was left of a chocolate cake, plus two beers. Praying her luck would hold and she wouldn’t bump into anyone, she tiptoed back to her room. Jeez, look at her, sneaking into her own inn. Nuts.
When she made it back, he was sitting in a chair near the window. “Are we hiding?”
Nodding, she left the food and the beer on the table by his side and sat in the other chair. “Red already thinks we’re having sex in here every night. I’ve been trying to tell her we haven’t, but if she sees us, she’ll think I’ve been lying all along.”
He found her words amusing, she could tell. “Is it important what she thinks?”
“Absolutely. I hate lying.” She’d done it out of necessity, but it had always been a huge burden. Still was.
“Good. I hate being lied to.”
The intensity in his gaze was making her uncomfortable, so she changed the subject. “You hungry? I got Red’s famous cake, Death by Chocolate. Do you like chocolate?”
“Not too big on sweets.” Said the guy who always insisted on her feeding him dessert.
“Ahh, that explains it, then.”
He cocked his brow. Man, he looked so handsome, even while giving her attitude.
“Your sour disposition. Sweets will fix that.” She offered him a spoon. “I forgot whipped cream for the cake. Do you want me to fetch it?”
“No, thanks.” He chugged half his beer.
He took a couple of bites from the cake, and she wolfed down almost all the rest. So that was the reason why he had the body he had, while her own ass was expanding faster than the national debt.
“Is that your alarm clock?” he asked, gesturing toward a relic she’d found in the cottage.
“Yes. I’ve missed your gardening visits these last couple of days. I set my smartphone alarm for 4 a.m., but I didn’t hear it. I think I’ll hear this one.” She and Red and all the guests, probably.
He studied her. “You don’t need to. You look tired.” He sounded somehow annoyed.
“I like being with you,” she confessed. If the price of that meant losing sleep, she’d gladly pay it.
He didn’t seem to agree. “I’m going to start coming later, then.”
Con’s gaze felt scrutinizing. The silence between them stretched to uncomfortable lengths. It felt as if sex had skyrocketed them into unknown territory, and now that their blood was back irrigating their brains, both were scared of taking a false step.
She cleared her throat. “You want to… uh… go for a dip in the pool?”
Con’s cell beeped with an incoming message. He grimaced as he checked it.
“What? The OGs?” At his nod, she asked, “Can I see?”
He nodded again, and she got up to look at the screen from his side.
Wilma: We’re selling Rebecca’s vagina on Craigslist.
Wilma: Is 100 bucks too much? Do you need a picture to assess value?
Audrey broke into laughter. Con cursed, but he must have been laughing too, because his body was shaking.
Mike: ABSOLUTELY NO PICS
Rachel: Sorry to break it to you, but you can’t sell body parts, only organs.
Rachel: Working ones, at that.
Rebecca: At our age, neither organs nor body parts work properly.
Rebecca: Why do you ask?
Rachel probably was having a blast, because she answered right away.
Rachel: Then I’m afraid 100 bucks is a rip off
Wilma: What organs? What body parts?
After a couple of seconds:
Wilma: **Rebecca’s CHINA. We are selling her CHINA on Craigslist.
Wilma: Damn Alfred. Sorry everyone, that must have been disturbing.
“The picture. That would have been disturbing,” Con muttered, shaking his head.
Mike: I’m going to see the same shrink Con took you to, and I’m sending you guys the bill. Shame on you!
When Audrey got her giggles under control, she asked Con, “Why don’t you type something?”
He shrugged. “They do fine without my input.”
“I’m sure they’d enjoy it, though. You’re not an outsider.”
His silence spoke louder than a thousand words, but she decided not to push him.
When she got up to go back to her seat, he grabbed her from b
ehind and dragged her to sit on his lap. He buried his face in her back and didn’t speak for the longest time. “I may not be an outsider, but I don’t fit anywhere anymore. Around my fellow soldiers, I’m nothing but a hindrance. Around civilians, I’m a danger to the ones I love. I don’t have a profession. There’s not a huge demand for mercenaries with volatile cases of PTSD.”
She wanted to turn around, but his hold was tight, so she stayed still. “You fit with me just fine.”
His chuckle was dry. “I know. And that’s what worries me—that we fit too effortlessly. Things don’t come this easy in life. Not in my life, at least.”
Not in hers either. But whatever she had with Con felt effortless to her as well.
They stayed in that embrace for a while. She didn’t want to move and spook him. After several minutes, he touched a spot on her back. “Is this sore?”
“What?”
He kissed her skin softly. “You have a rug burn here. Sorry.”
Still sitting on him, she checked her reflection in the window. There was a red rash on one of her shoulder blades. Probably from when he’d lifted her ass to him and nailed her to the floor so gloriously, she’d come on the spot. “Do you know what goes really well with rug burns on the back? Rug burns on the knees. I love being fucked from behind. You game?”
He placed his forehead between her shoulder blades, shaking in laughter. “Fuck, you kill me. One-track mind.”
She rubbed against his hard-on, watching in the window as he gritted his teeth. “He thinks it’s a great idea.”
A snort. “He thinks anything involving you is a great idea.”
Audrey tried to reach for him, but he stopped her. “Let me turn,” she demanded.
“No need. I could pull your pants down and fuck you right here, right now. Isn’t that what you want?”
“I want more than that, Con. You know it, right? I want to touch you too.”
Slowly, his grip loosened, and she turned to him, encircling his shoulders with her arms. She lowered her gaze to his groin. “So, he thinks everything involving me is a great idea. What about you? Do you disagree?”