I walked my fingers up his shoulders, admiring how broad they were. “I could lose my job if we get involved.”
“Who will tell them?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why do I have a feeling you will say anything right now to get into my panties?”
Connor cupped my ass and rolled my pussy across the huge girth of his cock. I shuddered as the wet squish of my panties clung to my swollen lips.
“This will happen, Princess. Maybe not right now, maybe months down the line. But it will happen. You can pretend you worry, you can pretend you don’t want me, but we both know the truth. You like a little rough in your life.” His breath beat against my cheek as his words pierced my ear.
Damn him for being so right.
“I do want you,” I breathed. “You know I do.”
“I swear I can still taste you. You’re like sugar and I want another taste.”
How was a girl supposed to deny him when he said that stuff? I quaked in his arms and buried my face in the crook of his shoulder. I felt the heat which suffused my skin.
Connor took my silence for approval and hauled me higher in his arms. I wound my legs tightly around his narrow waist, and rode my heels into the backs of his thighs. He carried us down to a secluded section of scrub grass and shadows with only hints of moonlight shining down on us. The one thing about Easter Island I’d noticed was that there weren’t a lot of trees. Maybe because it was created from a volcano, so there wasn’t a lot of places to hide.
Connor spun on his heels and sat down with my thighs spread wide and sitting astride him. I almost lost my mind when his thick prick jutted against my pussy. I wanted to wiggle, rub against his shaft, but we were ignoring the predicament we were in: him rock hard, me slippery wet.
“What do you want, Princess?”
Connor’s whisper surprised me. This was the side of the fighter some rarely saw. In my brief experience with this sport, I’d noticed they were tightly wound, not unlike boxers and professional wrestlers—and I didn’t mean the prima-donnas in the WWE—tended to have serious meltdowns once they lost. I could understand. They spent months, years, of their life for one chance at glory in the ring. Only to have to start all over again if they lost.
Connor had only lost once, and that was when he’d been injured. He had the skill to back up his mouth. So, this emotional, vulnerable side was not often exhibited.
I dropped my Jimmy Choos beside us, and settled with my legs stretched on each side of his lean hips. My heels dug into the prickly, sandy grass. We were as close as two people could be, and it would only take a mild shifting of clothing—unsnapping his jeans, sliding my panties aside—and he would be inside me.
A full-body shudder vibrated my body at the thought.
“I think I know what you want,” he said, filling in the silence where my answer should have been.
I bit my lip, and tried to avoid his searching hazel eyes. His smile was lopsided, and the shadows did his battered face no favors. Still, I found him arresting, and I was powerless to look away.
“What do you think I want, McGrath?” I tried for toughness, attempting to pop this cocoon of intimacy he wove around me with his mysterious words and moonlit-soaked night. What girl wouldn’t have her head turned by having an ocean-side rendezvous on a tropical island?
“You want me to make you my girl.” He said it so casual, but without any of his dickish flair, that I knew that it wasn’t me who wanted this.
I swallowed hard. My throat had suddenly become an arid desert.
“You’re not the settling kind.”
His scarred brow twitched. “Who says?”
“You did in quite a few of your interviews.”
“Are you checking up on me, Princess?” His hands turned into iron bars on my hips, and I was crushed against this prime piece of Grade-A Irish beef.
“You know it’s my job.”
“Maybe. Are we hiding behind your job again, Princess? Where were thoughts of your job when you were writhing against my face and screaming my name?”
I struggled in his arms, hating his arrogance and blushing all over again at a reminder of what we’d done together.
He didn’t let me go. He flipped me easily, and I found myself flat on my back with Connor above me, and the moon silvering him like some lunar God.
I quivered and spread my thighs around his hips. He settled against me, and rocked in deep, stroking my pussy through two layers of fabric.
“I hate you right now,” I whispered.
His head dipped. “No, you don’t. You want me, you crave me. Maybe you love me a little bit, but you don’t hate me.”
God, he was so perceptive. I squeezed my eyes shut and twisted my head, trying to hide what I felt for him. Maybe I just needed to get him out from beneath my skin. We had forty-something days to screw like rabbits.
Except, I knew myself. If I let Connor inside me, he would be all the way, from my pussy to my heart in one rough thrust.
He curved his calloused fingers on my chin and forced my head back around. “Don’t hide from me, open your eyes Crystal.”
His order rubbed over every inch of my exposed skin, and I glanced up at him through my lashes.
“Good girl,” he whispered, and I was undone.
I laced my hands around his neck, dug my long nails into his faux-hawk, and yanked him down to me. We had done enough talking. I didn’t want to think about what a huge mistake this could be. I wanted Connor. I might just be a little bit in love with him, and would hate myself if I didn’t have him.
Even if it was for only while we were on the island.
His mouth brushed mine, hesitant and seeking, and I leaned up. Taking the initiative with a sharp bite of my teeth on his bottom lip. His aggression roared back as he stuffed his hand in my hair and yanked it back. That subtle burn throbbed through my whole body.
“You’re a feisty little bitch when you want to be,” he sneered.
“You’re talking too much. Just kiss me, Connor!”
He yanked my hair harder, and I turned into putty. I melted all over the sand as his mouth found my ragged pulse. He warmed my flesh with his steamy breaths, and then raked his teeth over the tendons. I dug my nails into his shoulder, and arched beneath him to rub my breasts against his chest.
I had been having dirty thoughts about Connor when I got dressed for the night. He took the invitation I presented in the strapless dress, because he reared above me, and yanked down the top. While I’d worn a strapless bra, the girls were too big to go around without support, he tore it down along with the dress. I was bared from the waist up to his iniquitous gaze.
“You are so feckin’ beautiful,” he breathed.
My toes curled in the sand as he stared down at me. I felt beautiful beneath the worshipful gleam in his eyes. But that worship was not the reverent kind, because he was sacrilegious as he dropped down and rubbed his face between my breasts.
The roughness of his five o’clock shadow caused me to squeal as his head twisted. His mouth latched onto my nipple with a wet slurp, and I gasped. My nipples were maddeningly sensitive. Each pull of his mouth I felt in my clit.
“Oh, Jesus, Connor!”
“I love how responsive you are.” His large hands cupped the sides of my breasts, pushing them together and forcing them up. He became greedy as he sucked one nipple, then the other, alternating his torture until I was writhing wantonly beneath him.
“Please, oh please I need more.” I should hate how weak I was begging. Didn’t I tell myself that I would not be sleeping with my client? But, who would blame me? I had fantasized for so long about having Connor’s hands all over me. Now I had his hands, his mouth, his perfectly chiseled body.
He yanked my dress up so that it resembled a belt around my waist.
“Mm damn I love thongs,” Connor said with a cheeky smile in his voice. “Did you dress up just for me? I think you did. I think you wanted me to tear your clothes off and sink my dick into you
.”
I shuddered and tried closing my eyes around his hips, but he kept my thighs pinned widely by his body and his hands.
“I didn’t,” I protested. Though there was no heat in my voice. I did choose my outfit, from lingerie on up, with him in mind.
“You’re braver than that.” Connor knelt between my thighs, and ran his knuckles along the taut seam of my inner leg. Right where my panties and sensitive skin joined my thigh. I jerked beneath his ticklish touch, but he didn’t stop. Not until he had hooked his finger inside the crotch of my thong.
I bit my lip to stifle the wicked moan bubbling in my throat. I arched beneath him, urging his hands against the swollen seam of my pussy.
“Mm, want something inside you, Princess?”
I hated him in that instant. I whimpered as tears burned on the back of my lids. Not because I was upset or angry. But because of how turned on I was. My pussy throbbed with every pulse of my ragged heartbeat.
“Yes. Touch me, Connor!”
Connor pulled my panties aside so slowly I had to gnash my teeth. Finally, though, the cooler nighttime air brushed over my inflamed sex.
I dropped my head back against the shifting sand and stared at the stars overhead. It was a weird thing to notice, but they glowed and pulsed so much brighter here than in the states.
Connor’s breath fanned over my thigh. “I love how smooth and sweet your pussy is.”
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” I whimpered. I wouldn’t admit it, but his dirty talk caused my pussy to clench with forbidden desire.
Except, he knew the reaction he had on me, because he could see it. His blunt finger wedged between my smoothly shaven lips. “You act like you hate it, but your pussy drips every time I tell you how much I want to fuck it.”
I bit back a wild moan. The damn man laughed cause he saw exactly what he wanted: my pussy clenched and quivered and begged for more of his filthy mouth.
“See? Just like that. Your pussy is so good, darling. She’s not a bad girl like you. Maybe I should reward her.”
I panted as his words grew muffled, and the hot lash of his breath grew heavier. He was right there. Though I couldn’t see due to the darkness, I could feel.
And Connor let me feel everything.
He flicked his tongue from my quivering hole, and licked all the way up to my clit. My hips jerked when he made contact. Somehow my hands had found positions on his head, half clutching his short hair—thankfully it was longer on top so I could guide him—and half around his odd ears.
He pressed deeply into my pussy, his mouth widening so that he could get as much of my core between his lips. Then, he sucked.
Holy, hell. I almost splintered and came for him. My hips bucked against his face. There was no shame left inside me. Not when I heard how sweet and slick my pussy was as he ate me.
“This is my favorite treat. After every fight, I want this Crystal. And you’re going to give it to me.” Connor growled his words in between the flicks of his tongue. He built me up to the precipice of what I wanted, and then eased back until I was sweating beneath him from the exertion of being forced to hold back.
“Connor,” I pleaded. Lord, it was more like a stutter.
I felt him grin against my pussy. Then, his hands were there. He spread my lips open, and I felt one knobby finger stroke over my slit.
“You want to come for me, Princess?”
I squirmed beneath him. “Yes, yes I’ll do anything. Please, Connor!”
“You aren’t going to deny that you want me anymore, and go running off again. Right?”
This was blackmail. And I was not adept at handling a sex God who wanted to torment me.
“Yes. Anything, everything.”
His answer, when it came, was not in words. But the delicious stretching sensation as he slammed one thick finger inside my cunt and simultaneously sucked on my clit.
I screamed into the night sky as I came, knowing how dangerous this was for me, but racing headfirst into it with my eyes wide open.
Loving Connor wasn’t good for me, but damn if I would be able to help myself.
11 - Connor
I lapped Crystal’s clit and pussy shamelessly with my big mouth while I curled two fingers into her core. Her back arched, her moans were so loud I wondered if the people back on the dance floor would hear her. Not that I gave a shit.
Crystal’s pussy tasted like sweet nectar and her sexy fucking moans were like a symphony lighting my desire. When I listened to her come, it was like her true self was finally revealed to me. In spite of her thousand dollar shoes, her four suitcases, and her business-like attitude twenty four seven, I could feel her start to shed the overly dignified layer of herself that had her so rigid all the time.
Speaking of rigid, my cock felt like it was about to blow as it scraped across her leg through the denim of my jeans.
Her fingers dug hard into my scalp, and I swear I could feel the tension leaving her body.
I lifted my face up for a moment to steal a glance at her O face, and I wasn’t disappointed. The starlight gave me just a faint enough hint of her lips and her furrowed brow. On her back, she looked vulnerable for once. Totally different from the this bitch means business facade she kept up with Zoreto.
She noticed I’d taken my tongue off her pussy and she hazily looked up at me. “What are you doing?”
“Just wanted to stare at your orgasm face like a creep,” I smirked.
She smiled. “You’re fucking ridiculous, Connor.”
“Stop being so bloody hot and I’ll stop wanting you so much.” I curled my finger deliberately inside her, pushing into her g-spot.
“Connor--oh God. I can’t argue with you right now.”
I smiled and dove back in between her soft, beautiful legs. I licked from her clit on down and back up again, then fucked her pussy with my fingers while I licked her some more until she cried out and quivered, calling out my name.
“Mmm, Connor. Oh God you’re fucking good, Connor.”
Her movements slowed as she came down from her orgasm, and I pulled my fingers out of her core.
“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that,” she exhaled.
Standing up from the grassy dune, I shrugged. My face turned upward in a smirk.
“Nevermind,” she quipped.“Don’t answer that.”
I was glad she said that, because I didn’t want to answer her. Besides, now that I tasted her sweetness, she was all I could think about.
She lay on her back in the sand, naked. Her black dress sat in a heap to the side of her body.
“Why is your shirt is still on?” she whispered, her voice a sexy rasp.
“I don’t know, princess. Why don’t you help me with that?”
Coming to her knees, she tugged at the cotton of my tight fitting t-shirt. I assisted her, pulling my arms through and whipping it off. I tossed it on the ground next to her dress. She ran both of her hands along my abs, wrapped them around my hips, then licked the ridges of my washboard stomach. I stared at her beautiful blonde mane of hair, so fucking content. For a moment, I leaned my hips forward into her and tilted my head back to look up at the stars. Her impressive tits grazed against my thighs while she pressed her palms into my six back. I groaned, and eyes open, caught a glimpse of the milky way in the dark sky above me. Millions of fucking universes were out there, but right now all that mattered was Crystal.
I felt her hand trace the outline of my cock through my jeans. She squeezed a little, and I let out a grunt before bringing my head back to earth from the stars to stare at her. She brought her eyes upward to meet mine as she rode her tongue up the middle valley of my abs again.
“Looks like someone’s already ready to go,” she whispered, egging me on. She was a good dirty talker, too. Fuck me if I wasn’t the luckiest guy tonight in all those billions of worlds out there.
“You’re goddamn feckin’ right I’m ready to go,” I belted. Fuck. Looking down at her, as she unbuckled m
y belt, then unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, I’d never been so ready to go in my damn life.
I cocked my head and watched her with a smile while she finished unzipping me. She pulled my jeans down and my cock flopped out, missing her face by a hair’s width.
“Connor!” she exclaimed. “No boxers?”
I shrugged, and a wide as hell smile spread across my face. Even when she was staring at my big cock right in front of her face, she still felt the need to feel surprised that I didn’t observe the same sense of decorum that the rest of the world did.
“Easy access,” I replied. I pulled my pants down all the way and stepped out of them, then slipped off my shoes and socks.
Crystal and I were totally fucking naked on a beach in Easter Island. If my manager knew what I was doing, he’d be pissed. Crystal--she could lose her job. Though I doubted she would. She was ten times more competent than any of the other buffoons they’d assigned to me.
But none of that mattered right now, because Crystal gripped the base of my cock, slowly moving her hand back and forth. “How am I supposed to get this thing in my mouth?” she said, furrowing her brow. “I mean, Connor, shit. You are one hell of a grower. Like I’m not even joking right now.”
I reached town and tipped her chin up to me. Her eyes glistened in the dim starlight, giving her a sort of puppy-dog effect. Damn she looked sexy. “You’re going to suck my cock like I win my fights, Princess.”
She squinted. “Taking on way more than you can handle but somehow hanging on for the victory?”
I chuckled. “I was going to say ‘one inch’ at a time. But sure, that works too.”
She took a deep breath, then ran her mouth along the sides of my shaft, back and forth, back and forth. Then she lifted my cock slightly upward and licked slowly all the way from my balls to my shaft, pausing at the tip. “You are so fucking hard, Connor.”
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