by Caitlyn Dare
“Heard that,” Conner murmurs against my lips.
I’m too happy to care. Last night, after we’d cleaned up, he drove us back to his house where we spent an inordinate amount of time in the shower before we’d slept tangled together.
Hadley lent me one of her spare uniforms to wear so we didn’t have to stop by my dorm this morning.
Conner and I may have struggled to get out of bed.
He was like a different person. I saw glimpses of my old Conner, my best friend, my sun, but it was more than that. This Conner was possessive and hardly able to keep his hands off me—and I loved it.
“Okay, kids, we’re here.” Cole brakes hard, sending Conner flying into the back of Hadley’s seat.
“Seriously?”
“Figured you needed to cool off. You don’t want to give Mrs. Hoddle a heart attack with that raging boner you’ve been sporting since breakfast.”
I snicker, catching Conner’s attention.
“I don’t know what you’re laughing at.” His eyes darken with desire. “It’s all your fault.” He closes the distance between us, brushing his lips over mine. A shiver runs through me. “Later.” He breathes the word. “Later I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Shit, K.” He steals another kiss.
“Maybe we should cut class and find somewhere—”
“Let’s go, lovers.” Cole bangs the steering wheel before climbing out of the car. Hadley follows him.
“I guess we should go.” I pout.
“Six hours.” He brushes his nose over mine. “We can do that, right?”
“Consider it foreplay.” Batting my eyelashes, I smirk.
“I love you, K.” His expression sobers. “And I’m sorry it took me so long to pull my head out of my ass.”
“We’re here now, that’s all that matters.” The three little words he wants to hear teeter on the tip of my tongue. But before I can get them out, Cole bangs the window.
“Fucker,” Conner grumbles.
“Come on, we should probably go.” I twist to exit the car, but he curves his hand around my neck and crashes his lips to mine.
He’s claiming me. Reminding me who I belong to.
Conner is promising me his heart.
And I want it.
I want it all.
Conner: I can’t stop thinking about being inside you.
My cheeks flush, my core throbbing as I sit in class, discreetly reading his message.
Me: You’re not making this any easier.
Conner: Sneak to the bathroom and I’ll meet you there.
Me: I can’t just sneak out...
Although the idea is tempting. It isn’t like class really matters now. Most kids have applied to college and have enough credits to graduate.
Conner: I want you riding my cock, babe. I need it... come on. You know you want to.
Me: I fear I’ve created a monster.
My smile is so wide it hurts. But everything is perfect.
Conner: Are you really going to make me sit here in math, trying not to jerk myself off because you won’t break a rule or two? My girl never used to care about the rules... come on, walk on the wild side with me, K...
It’s true, I didn’t. But that was when we were kids, attending Sterling Heights. It isn’t like this place. Besides, I don’t want to get into trouble and cause Mr. Jagger any more problems.
I bite the inside of my cheek, fighting with myself. It’s so tempting...
Me: You want me? Come get me...
“Something funny?” Mr. Hadish calls from his desk.
“No, sir.”
“Cell phone away, please. Before I confiscate it.”
“Yes, sir.” I slip it in my blazer pocket and pretend to be taking notes like the rest of the class.
I don’t expect to see Conner appear around the door five minutes later.
“Mr. Jagger.” Hadish sits back in his chair. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”
“I need Kennedy Lowe to come with me, sir. Family emergency.”
All eyes turn to me, and Conner shoots me a knowing wink.
“Do you have a pass from the office?”
“No time, sir. There’s been a bit of an accident.”
“An accident, you say?”
Conner flicks his head to my bag, widening his eyes. I begin to pack away my stuff, adrenaline pumping through my veins.
“We really need to go, sir.”
I hurry toward him, keeping my expression indifferent. “I’ll get the notes off Joshua.” I motion to some kid shifting in the front.”
“Jackson, my name is Jack—”
“Thanks, I owe you.”
Conner lets me past and I slip into the hallway.
“Now just wait a minute—”
“No can do, sir. If we don’t go... Martha will be in great peril.”
“Martha?”
Conner closes the door behind him, cutting off the teacher’s concerns.
“What the hell?” I hiss.
“You can thank me later.” Conner grins, grabbing my hand. “Preferably on your knees with my cock in your pretty little mouth.”
“You’re crazy.” I shake my head, fighting the urge to rub my legs together.
“Newsflash, babe, I am. Crazy for you.” He starts pulling me down the empty hall. But instead of guiding me in the direction of the entrance, Conner opens a door and pokes his head inside. “Coast is clear, come on.”
It’s a storage closet, full of redundant school supplies, old chairs and tables.
He spins around and locks the door. “Now, where were we?”
“Something about you wanting me to ride your cock?” I sass.
“That can wait.” He smirks, leaning in to lick a path from my throat to my ear, eliciting a shiver down my spine. “First, I need to eat.”
Conner slides down my body and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. “Are you wet for me, babe?”
“Always,” I whimper as he leans in, running his nose along the seam of my pussy through my panties.
“I’ve imagined this. Imagined dragging you into an empty classroom, laying you out on a desk and spearing my tongue inside you. Do you want that, K? Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue?” He pushes two fingers inside me without removing my panties.
“Y-yes.” The words get stuck as a bolt of pleasure hits me.
“We have a lot of making up to do, babe. Good thing I’m up for the challenge.” He finds the elastic of my panties and pulls hard until the sound of ripping fabric fills the room.
“Con—”
His name gets stuck in my throat as he takes a big swipe of my pussy, flattening his tongue against my clit.
“Oh, fuck.” My head rolls back against the wall with a thud.
Conner chuckles, spearing me with his tongue. “You taste like heaven, babe.” He licks and nibbles, teasing me as he plunges two fingers deep inside me and rubs my front walls in a way that has me gasping for breath.
“It’s... God...” I can hardly find words as he continues his assault on my pussy.
Carefully sliding my other leg over his shoulder, Conner pushes my thighs wider, fully baring myself to him. “Look at you,” he croons, before taking another greedy swipe.
I balance precariously over his shoulders and against the wall as he fucks me with his tongue and fingers, alternating the thrusts. My skin vibrates with pleasure, my mind swimming with endorphins.
It feels amazing. Forbidden and dirty. But oh so right. He spreads two fingers between my folds and tongues my clit in relentless circles, until my legs are shaking and I’m crying his name in a string of breathy moans.
“Give it to me, K. Come all over my tongue.” He spears it inside me again, pinching my clit, and I shatter, my fingers digging into his scalp as he laps up my juices.
Slowly lowering my legs to the floor, Conner works his way up my body, kissing me deeply. He pus
hes two fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
I lick them clean, letting out a sigh of contentment.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this.” Conner cups my face, rubbing his thumb along my cheek.
“Now it’s your turn,” I say huskily, dragging my finger down his stomach.
“Not so fast.” He snags my wrist and brings my hand to his crotch. “You were a bad girl, leaving me to deal with this all by myself in class.”
I can’t resist squeezing his cock through his pants.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Turn around and bend over that desk.”
My brow quirks but I comply, liquid lust swimming in my veins.
“Hands flat on the desk.” His voice is rough, cracked with need. “Bad girls deserve to be punished. But the question is... what should I do to you?” His hand slips under my pleated skirt, baring my ass to him. His palms it, squeezing and massaging the flesh there. It feels so fucking good. I yelp when he brings his hand down hard, striking me.
“What the fuck?” I hiss.
Conner leans over me, covering me with his big, strong body. His lips caress my ear but his hand remains on my ass. “Did it hurt, baby?”
“You know it did.”
“So I probably shouldn’t do this, then?”
Crack.
The motion jolts me forward, my skin stinging.
“Fuck, Conner, that was—”
“Shh, baby. Take it like a good girl and you’ll be rewarded.” He slides a finger through my ass cheeks and dips it inside my pussy. A soft moan escapes my lips.
“If you want more, keep your hands on the desk and don’t fucking move.” His tone is sharp, harsh even. But I know it’s a game. All part of Conner’s need for control.
He whacks me again, but this time I swallow the cry. It hurts, it hurts so fucking much, but I can’t deny that the way he rubs his warm hand over the tender skin feels good.
“So fucking strong,” he murmurs to himself, lost in whatever thoughts are running through his head.
I glance over my shoulder, watching as he unbuttons his pants and frees his heavy cock. Conner palms himself a couple of times before running it through my ass cheeks. He’s almost at my entrance, teasing me with the tip.
“Conner,” I beg, a deep ache beginning to build inside me again.
“Shh, baby.” His palm collides with my skin again and my head falls onto my hand as I bite back the sting of pain. But then Conner is there, gently massaging my pussy with the head of his cock.
“Do you want this?” he grits out.
I nod, my eyes heavy with lust as I look back at him.
“You want me to impale you with it?”
“Oh God, yes...” I lick my lips. I’m no longer Kennedy. I’m reduced to nothing more than a collection of sensations and feelings.
“What would you do for it?” He smirks, nudging my clit, making me mewl.
“Anything, I’ll do anything.” I’ll fall at his feet and pray, if that’s what it takes.
“Say it.” His hand runs up my spine, grabbing the back of my neck. Conner yanks me up. “Say the words, K.”
I don’t even need to ask what he’s referring to.
“I love you,” I breathe.
His expression softens as relief washes over him. “You love me, babe?”
“You know I do.”
“Good girl.” He grins. “Now, it’s time for your reward.” Pushing me back against the desk, Conner gives me no warning as he slams inside of me.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Conner
Her walls ripple around me and every muscle in my body relaxes. This is exactly where I needed to be. Fuck class and AP math. Fuck school. I just need my girl.
My temperature soars as I think about those three little words she just said to me.
I knew she felt them. I could see the truth every time she looked at me, every time she tried to 'fix' me, but for whatever reason, she was keeping them locked down. Well, no longer. This is it now. This is us. No secrets, no hidden pasts, just us.
"Fuck, Conner," she screams as I slam balls deep inside her, taking her as I should have been all this time, giving her what she needs.
I won't lie—as I drove us home last night, there was a part of me that was worried what happened was going to be a one-time thing. That once the adrenaline from the fight and finding her there subsided, my fear was going to come racing back as strong as ever. It was threatening to in that dressing room when I saw the state of her covered in my blood.
"Kennedy," I growl, my release beginning to show its face. It might have only been a few hours since I woke her with an orgasm followed by one of my own, but I need this so fucking bad. It's like she's woken me up and I suddenly need everything I've missed out on in the past few weeks all at once. "Are you going to come, K? You gonna come all over my cock?"
"Yes, yes."
Reaching around her, I tease her clit with my fingertips, making her pussy clamp down.
"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me." My grip on her hair tightens as my thrusts get more and more erratic.
"Come, K. Come right fucking now." I slam into her one last time as my orgasm rips through me. A guttural roar follows my release, as I forget where we are or who could possibly overhear us.
"Conner," she screams right alongside me as my cock jerks inside her, filling her with everything I have.
Long seconds pass as we come down from our highs, the only sound audible in this relatively small closet is our heaving breaths.
"Well, that was better than the shitty poem we were meant to be studying," Kenny remarks.
"I'm glad I could entertain you." I pull out of her and help her stand. She spins in my arms, and, after brushing her hair from her face, I pull her into my body.
"Not sure I had a choice." She smiles up at me with so much love in her eyes that my knees threaten to buckle.
"We should get out of here."
She glances around at our surroundings. "Yeah, you're probably right. Pretty sure this is out of bounds."
"I wasn't talking about the closet, K."
Her lips form a cute little O. "Con, we can't skip."
"Like fuck we can't. I'm not letting you out of my sight for a good few hours yet." I lean forward so my lips brush her ear, delighting in the way she shudders in my arms. "You can't tell me you want to go back to class with the evidence of what we just did running down your thighs."
She sucks in a shocked breath as I reach between us and finger her soaked, swollen pussy.
"You feel that?" I ask, rubbing our combined juices around her clit.
"Yes," she breathes.
"You want to sit at your desk, remembering how you ended up like this, or do you want to go home and relive it? Again, and again, and again." I suck her earlobe into my mouth and bite down.
"M-maybe you’re right."
"Damn right I am. I'm not letting you out there without any panties. This is mine, and mine only." I cup her, my middle finger slipping inside her.
"Are we leaving, or are you taking me again? Because..." She grinds down on my fingers.
"Let's go." I pull up my pants and allow her a few seconds to right herself before I take her and drag her out of the closet and then out of school.
"I need food," I state as I back out of the space.
"Why am I not surprised." She chuckles.
"Burgers? Then we can pick up supplies for the rest of the day."
"Supplies? What the hell are you planning?"
"Nothing that involves leaving my bedroom."
"I've created a monster," she mutters.
"Oh, babe, I'll make it worth your while, don't you worry."
I pull her closer and hold her tight as I drive to the burger place on the other side of town.
"Shit, K. I didn't mean to..." My words trail off as I stare down at the bruises on her hips.
"Con," she says, her voice low and husky. Reaching out, she tucks two fingers under my chin and l
ifts my face to hers. "I love them."
"But they must hurt." She shakes her head, a coy smile playing on her lips.
"I would have told you if they did. Trust me." I nod, desperately wanting to believe her and push away the final few ghosts that are haunting me. "Now, were you in the middle of something?" she asks, raising a brow.
I rip my eyes from her and run them down her naked body. Her chest heaves, her rosy pink nipples needing to be sucked on despite the fact that I’ve only just finished with them.
She notices my stare.
"Touch them," I demand.
She doesn't even hesitate to follow my order. Her arms lift and her hands cup her full breasts. A soft moan falls from her lips.
"Pinch." She does.
"Oh God," she moans, her head tipping back.
Desire from watching her pleasure herself has my cock impossibly hard.
"More, Conner. I need you."
Pushing her thighs wide, I stare down at her. Pink, glistening, and just begging to be eaten.
"Fuck," she cries when I latch onto her clit. Her hands dive into my hair, pulling at the lengths to drag me even closer.
"You taste so sweet," I murmur against her, knowing that the vibrations of my voice will drive her crazy.
"More."
Sliding two fingers inside her, I find that spot that sends her to heaven and don't stop until she's screaming.
The second she's done, I crawl up her body and claim her lips. Her nails claw at my back as she tastes herself on me before she grabs my ass and pulls me closer to where she needs me.
"Fuck me, Conner. Fuck me like you do in all your dirty dreams."
"You know about my dreams, babe?"
"I know about mine. I'm only assuming what yours are filled with."
"Fucking hell, you're perfect." I slide inside her, feeling at home once more, but I don't do as she said. I don't fuck her. This time, I take things slower, more gentle.
"Conner Jagger?" she asks. I pull my face from the crook of her neck, where I was peppering her skin with kisses. Our eyes meet and something crackles between us. "Are you making love to me?"