by Abby Angel
Connor.
During the whole month, I gave him all the distance he seemed to need. Of course, what Connor hasn’t realized is that this distance is nothing but a trap. Every time we cross paths I offer him a smile and a suggestive glance, and I’m always wearing the kind of clothes that ensure he’ll be thinking of me for the rest of the day.
Distance and time - I gave him both these things, but only because I’m a patient girl. I learned not to rush into things, to take my time… And that’s exactly what I’m doing with him. I’m driving him crazy one day at a time, and it’s working.
But there’s a time for patience, and a time for boldness.
Can you guess what time is it right now?
Connor
"Do you mind?" Clarise asks me, pointing at the chair opposite to mine, on the other side of the desk.
"No, of course not," I tell her with a smile, and then I turn my focus back to the documents in front of me.
I’ve been living with the Donovans for more than a month now and, even though avoiding Clarise is close to impossible, I’ve been doing my best. Sure, that isn’t exactly a long-term solution, but I couldn’t think of anything better. After what happened in my first day at the estate, I simply couldn’t allow myself to be dragged down that path. And, taking into account that my resolve was crumbling fast, avoiding her as much as possible seemed like the logical thing to do.
Yes, I have dinner with the Donovans almost every day; but, aside from that, I don’t see Clarise that much. I spend most of my days holed up in the family library, completely isolated from the outside world as I prepare for my trial by fire. Jonathan has told me that he wants to meet me at the Donovan Towers for my first real meeting, and I’ve studied his investments like a madman.
Lately, though, Clarise has been spending her days in the library as well. I don’t know what got into her, but she looks like a woman possessed, always dragging a mountain of books behind her. I guess she took my words to heart, and decided to do her best to achieve her goals.
Well, at least I’ve been a positive influence on her. At least as much as she has been a bad influence on me.
No matter how much I try to restrain those thoughts inside my head, I fail each and every time. Everytime I see her it’s as if I forget all about who I am - I stop being Connor, a man of the Order, and I turn into… someone else. Someone dangerous and unpredictable.
"How’s it going?" I ask her, leaning back against my chair. Slowly, she raises her head from the large folder in front of her and looks back into my eyes, slightly surprised to hear me speak - whenever I’m around her, I do my best to keep my mouth shut. "Your studies, I mean."
"It’s hard," she sighs in frustration, patting the open pages of the book with the palm of her hand. "We’ve got so many investments, in so many markets… It’s almost impossible to keep track, you know?"
"I know," I laugh, waving at the documents in front of me. "We’re in the same boat, Clarise."
"We are," she says, a laugh escaping her lips and making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I watch her lips move as she smiles, and the memories of their strawberry flavor hit me like a brick. Clearing my throat awkwardly, I give her one nod and try to focus on the documents in front of me. Of course, I’m no longer reading anything - I’m just staring at the letters and numbers, my mind racing at a thousand miles per hour.
"Hey," Clarise whispers, reaching across the desk and laying her hand on top of mine. I hold my breath as I feel her manicured fingers brushing against mine, and I raise my eyes hesitantly. "It’s okay. I’ve been thinking about it too."
"Thinkin’ about what?" I ask her, feeling like a complete idiot the moment I hear my own words.
"That kiss…" She whispers, that damned smile on her face. "I can’t stop thinking about it too."
"I haven’t been thinking about it," I lie, and her smile widens. Liar, I can almost hear her say.
"It’s okay, Connor. I won’t tell anybody," she says, lowering her voice. She gets up from her seat and walks around the desk, making her way toward me. Pushing herself up onto the desk, she sits there and dangles her legs from the edge.
"Clarise, I --"
"If you’re going to lie, I don’t want you to speak," she tells me, pressing her index finger over my lips and shutting me up.
"Okay, okay. I’ve been thinking about it… I’ve been thinking about a lot of things, Clarise. But that doesn’t mean anything."
"You’re wrong," she shoots back fast, "it means everything." Reaching for me, she rests her hand on my shoulder and slides it down to my chest, her spread fingers over my heart. "I can feel it in here," she continues, pressing the palm of her hand against my heart.
"Clarise --"
"I want you, Connor," she tells me, this time not even bothering with innuendo. She goes straight for the kill, her words like a spear straight through my heart. I want you, her words echo inside my skull, drowning all of my rational thoughts. My heartbeat becomes quicker, and I feel my cock twitching inside my pants.
I want you.
I want you.
"No!" I tell her, grabbing her by the wrist and pushing her away from me. Jumping up to my feet, I purse my lips and take one step back, almost as if I’m trying to escape her. She climbs down from the desk and follows after me, only stopping when I have my back pressed against the wall.
"Then tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave you alone," she whispers, so close to me that I can almost feel the warmth of her skin.
I open my mouth to do what she’s asking of me, but there’s a tight knot in my throat, one stopping all words from reaching my mouth. Looking into her eyes, my breathing becoming harder with each passing second, I realize that I simply can’t say it.
I can’t lie to her.
"See?" She whispers, her eyes still on mine. She takes one more step toward me, closing the distance between our bodies, but I sidestep her.
"I have to go," I tell her, my voice fraught with tension. Before I give her the time to reply, I march out of the library as fast as I can. I make my way toward the chapel, an angry swarm of thoughts stabbing my head from the inside out.
Right now, I have to do what every desperate man does: I have to pray.
Please, God, I think to myself, give me a little help.
Connor
I knew that working with the Donovans would be a complicated matter. I just didn’t foresee exactly how truly complicated it’d be. And now that I’m in the thick of it, I can see all sorts of unexpected challenges looming on the horizon.
And now there’s this whole situation with Clarise… I don’t know what it is, but there’s just something about her that sets me off, making my heart speed up and my breathing grow shallow. She’s a sin on high-heels and, no matter how careful I try to be around her, I’m always on the verge of turning into a wild animal. Whenever she’s around me, I’m mere seconds away from falling into temptation.
If you think that I shouldn’t be such a hardass about a vow I took years ago, that’s because you don’t really know me. But, then again, we’re just getting to know each other, aren’t we? The thing is, what I want the most is to measure up to the man my father was… And, like he told me countless times, a man’s word is his bond. I gave my word to both God and myself, and I intend to keep it.
But I guess that, as hard as I want to keep my word, Clarise seems to be hell-bent on grinding my vows into dust. I mean, how else would I explain it? She seems to take delight in knowing that she’s making me bend, that devilish smile of hers always on her lips. Ah, her lips… Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything as sweet as her lips.
She tasted just like ripe strawberries, and I still have no idea how I managed to push her away from me. In that moment, all I ever wanted was to pin her against the wall and press my body against hers. I wanted to ravage her, to fuck her like no other man ever has… And I felt the exact same thing in the library. Jesus, I have no id
ea how I even managed to get out of there.
It’s funny, though—even though I’m an experienced man when it comes to women and sex, I’ve never come across someone like Clarise. All she has to do is look at me and I feel my blood boiling inside my veins, lust making my heart thrash inside my chest.
But, whatever it takes, I have to keep myself (and Clarise, for that matter) on the right path. There’s too much at stake here for me to start my mission with the wrong foot.
"Connor?" I hear Clarise’s voice call my name, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up at once. I’m sitting on the front pews of the Donovan chapel, facing the altar and the large wooden cross hanging overhead, and I just look back at her over my shoulder.
She’s walking down the aisle slowly, her high-heels clicking across the marble floor, and the sway of her hips is almost hypnotizing. My throat grows dry as she approaches, and I have to take my eyes from her to regain my composure.
Even in a chapel, I guess there’s no hiding from her.
"You missed dinner again," she tells me softly, sitting down next to me.
"I needed some time alone," I reply, still avoiding her gaze. "To think… and to pray."
"I was worried you’d get hungry," she continues, her voice caressing my eardrums and making my skin prickle. God, why does she have such a sweet voice? I can’t help but imagine how she’d sound moaning my name against my ear.
"I’m alright, Clarise. But thanks for worrying about me." I turn around on the seat to face her, and I offer her a smile and a nod. I almost expect her to simply nod back at me and walk out, but of course, that’s not what she does. Instead, she reaches for me and places her hand on top of mine.
"Your eyes tell me you’re hungry, though," she continues, and her lips start curling into a dangerous smile. One full of promises, lust, and temptation. A smile that feels like a trap I don’t know if I’ll be able to escape from.
"I’m good," I repeat, but her smile just keeps on widening.
"Maybe your hunger has nothing to do with food… Maybe you’re hungry for something else," she whispers, her fingers falling down from my hand and landing on my leg. I feel my breath quickening, and she starts sliding her fingers up to my inner thigh, her eyes never leaving mine.
I let her do it for a few seconds, feeling her fingertips brushing up my leg, but I grab her by the wrist and make her stop before she can go on.
"Clarise, what are you doing? This is a chapel," I admonish her, but I feel my voice cracking under the weight of desire. My cock is hardening right now, and it’s already pushing against the fabric of my boxer briefs, tenting them noticeably.
"Your cock doesn’t seem to care about that." She lets her eyes fall from mine to my crotch and, surprised by her words, I ease my grip on her wrist. Moving fast, she breaks free from my hold and flattens her hand against my crotch, pressing hard on my cock.
"I want you, Connor," she whispers, leaning in and pressing her lips against my ear. "And I want this hard cock of yours…" she continues, curling her fingers around my shaft and squeezing it tightly.
I’ve been celibate for years, and I was proud of it. But now I see that I only managed to do it because I never really faced temptation. True temptation. And that’s exactly what Clarise is: temptation made into flesh.
"Fuck me, Connor," she whispers again, and I feel my resolve shattering into a million little pieces. "Fuck me hard…"
Turning to her, I place one hand on the nape of her neck and tangle my fingers in her hair. I look into her eyes for a long moment, feeling her fingers around my cock, and then I just lean in and crush my mouth against hers.
If she wants me to fuck her, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Clarise
Wow.
There’s no other way to express it, but to say wow!
The moment Connor presses his lips against mine, it’s as if the whole universe explodes inside my skull. The first time we kissed I still felt his reluctance, but now… Now he’s completely unhinged. Much like a dam on the verge of bursting, there’s a small trickle of water first, but then the walls just explode and the ensuing flood destroys everything in its wake.
Our tongues wrestle against one another, our kiss something so wild and fierce that I don’t even know how to process it. Still with my hand on his cock, I grip it even more tightly and I start stroking him over his pants, moving my hand up and down in a pendulum motion.
Wanting so much more than to just feel his cock over the fabric of his pants, I force myself to let go of it and I take both my hands to his waist. Grabbing his belt, I unbuckle it in one fluid motion and pull it out from its loops; then I pull his zipper down, and his cock pushes so hard against his boxer briefs that I almost expect it to rip through the fabric.
"Oh, Jesus," I let out as I pull back from his kiss, sliding my hand under the hem of his boxer briefs and curling my fingers around his thickness. The moment I touched his cock for the first time, I knew that Connor was huge … but now that I have it in my hand, no fabric between my fingers and his shaft, I finally realize how truly huge Connor’s cock is. As thick as a soda can, it’s even longer than one. Ten inches? No … its got to be more than that.
I’m an experienced woman, sure, but I’ve never been with a man this hung. To be honest with you, I don’t even know if something as huge as his cock will fit either in my mouth or in my pussy. But one thing’s for sure: I’m going to find out, and I’m going to do it right now.
Yanking on his boxer briefs, I pull his cock out and let my eyes fall down to it. It’s hard, pulsing against my fingers harshly, and the tip is already glistening with pre-cum.
"That looks delicious," I tell him softly, bringing my gaze up to meet his. He looks back at me with an expression of unbridled lust and, before I can say anything else, he tangles his fingers in my hair once more and forces me down.
Leaning into him, I close my eyes as I approach his cock; then, I part my lips and let the tip of my tongue out, resting it against the tip of his cock and allowing the saltiness of his pre-cum to coat my tongue. I take my time, flicking my tongue and using it to circle the fat head of his cock. Tilting my head sideways, I then run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft; when I finally get to the root, I place one hand under his balls and start massaging them.
Guided by instinct, I open my mouth as wide as I can and suck one of his balls in, allowing its full weight to rest over my tongue. I do the same with the other one, wrapping my lips tightly around it as I keep on lapping with my tongue, and only then do I go back up his shaft.
This time, I go beyond his tip; I open my mouth wide again, allowing the tip of his cock between my lips, and then I start lowering my head over his length. His cock pushes down on my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks, filling me in such a way that I can’t help but to imagine how it’ll feel to have him inside my pussy, fucking me like a wild animal.
"Mm," I start to moan as I push my mouth down, rolling my lips over his shaft until I feel the skin at the base of his cock. I don’t even know how I’ve managed to fit all of his long inches inside my mouth, but I push through and do it. I hold my position for a few seconds, feeling the tip of his cock throb against the back of my throat, and then I start bobbing my head up and down as fast as I can.
I don’t even bother with building up a rhythm; I just suck him violently, ravaging his cock with my mouth. He has both his hands on my head but, instead of guiding my movements, he remains still, feeling my swaying motion as I gobble up his huge member.
"Clarise…" he groans, his voice echoing through the empty chapel. "That’s so good…"
"Of course," I whisper softly, taking his cock out of my mouth and looking up at him. I don’t stop as I do it, though; instead, I replace my mouth with one hand and I start stroking him viciously, doing it so fiercely that Connor’s eyes start rolling in their orbits.
"You’re the Devil," he breathes out then, but there’s a wicked smile dancing on hi
s lips. One that tells me he wants me to be the Devil right now. And I’m more than happy to oblige.
"You’ve seen nothing yet," I shoot back at him, sitting up straight on the chapel pew. Letting go of his cock, I press my body against his and then jump on top of him, my knees against the surface of the seat as I straddle him. I throw my arms over his shoulders and, at the same time, I buck my hips at him; I throw my head back as I do it, allowing a soft moan to escape from between my lips as I press my pussy against his cock.
"Then show me… show me what you can do," Connor says, resting his hands on my legs and hiking my skirt up to my waist. Then, his hands move around my body and down the curve of my ass; he digs his fingers into my ass cheeks, pulling me into him at the same time, and I start grinding against his cock as if I were fucking him.
Closing my eyes, I surrender to the moment, my brain shutting down completely. I keep on bucking my hips against Connor, growing wet with each passing second, and I feel an uncontrollable hunger taking over me.
I need him to fuck me… Oh, I need it so bad.
Looking straight into his eyes again, I take both my hands to his chest, hooking my fingers on the collar of his black shirt. Instead of unbuttoning it, I just grab at the fabric hard and pull it from opposite sides; the buttons pop out in a fraction of a second, scattering around the floor of the chapel, and I just keep on yanking, untucking his shirt.
The moment his naked chest comes into view, I stop swaying my hips for a moment. My jaw hangs open as I trace the contour of his pectorals and abs with my eyes, my brain overheating as I try to process just how ripped Connor is. Jesus Christ, if all spiritual men looked like Connor, there’d be no atheist women left in the world.
More than looking toned and in shape, Connor’s muscles seem to have been carved out of marble. Do you know those old Greek and Roman statues portraying the perfect man? Yeah, those mementos from the Classical Age have nothing on a man like Connor. If statues could feel shame, Connor would be forbidden to ever walk inside a museum.