by Marie Harte
She blinked, then slowly looked down his body until she came to his crotch.
“Yeah, I’m yanking your chain on purpose. You forgot the bag with the chocolate and whipped cream. But I have more at home. How about we ditch this place and go explore? You can apologize properly for throwing me under the bus with not only my sister but your cousin and Trent too.” He leaned close and kissed her in front of everyone.
Not that anyone was watching them in particular, but there could be no mistaking the possession in his embrace. He pulled away, satisfied by the glazed expression on her face.
“C-Conlan?” She gripped his forearms.
“We have a lot we haven’t done yet. But I’m not sure I can commit that kind of attention to anyone but my girlfriend.” He raised a brow, leaving the answer in her court.
She swallowed. “Girlfriend? As in exclusive relationship rights?”
“Yep. You know my policy on cheating.”
She seemed to relax, her expression almost wondering as she watched him. “Yeah. Just like mine.”
“We share a lot of common interests. Writing, fidelity, loyalty, family…” He whispered, “And we love fucking until we can’t move.”
She shivered.
He smiled. “So what’s it gonna be, girlfriend?”
After a moment of staring into his eyes, she put her finger on his lip, and he kissed it.
“I think my boyfriend and I should go home for some alone time. And whipped cream.”
“And hot fudge.”
They said their good-byes and drove back to his place in record time. Instead of going from zero to sixty with her and fucking in the foyer—and boy, did he want to go there—he pushed her against the hall door and kept her there.
“This is how tonight is going down.”
“Going down. Funny.”
He didn’t smile, and her grin faded. “Conlan?”
“We’re going to do all the things I’ve been dreaming about doing to you since I laid eyes on you. My cock in your mouth, your ass, your pussy. You coming all over me, getting me so wet, and me licking you up. But we’re taking this slow. I have all night to play with you. And as much time as I need to show you it can be this good all the time. If we let it,” he said softly.
“You scare me.”
He hadn’t expected her to be so open. Tenderness meshed with his desire to fuck the stubbornness out of her. He stroked Gwen’s cheek, captivated by the flush that followed.
“Yeah? Well, you terrify me. I…” Should he follow his own advice and lay it on the line? Risk scaring her away? Or be patient to snare his prey?
“Yeah, me too.”
She smiled, and he drowned in the deep wave of love and lust riding him hard. He did no more talking. Taking her sweatshirt in hand, he removed it and her bra. Then her shoes, socks, jeans, and underwear.
He looked Gwen over, amazed that this creature was his.
Conlan had no intention of letting her go.
With a smile, he leaned close and whispered a kiss over her lips.
Gwen’s breath hitched, and she tried to pull him against her, closing her hands over his shoulders. But he refused to be moved. He kissed her everywhere, from her lips to her cheeks to her forehead.
“Conlan?”
“Mmm. You taste so good.” He trailed his mouth down her neck and sucked at her racing pulse. Then he moved to her ear and promised, “I’m going to make love to you all night. Until you can’t walk. Until you forget all about the unworthy men in your life and see nothing but me.”
“Oh wow. You win. I’m so gone for you right now.”
He smiled. “Then shut up and let me have you.”
She narrowed her eyes at his order, but her gasps that followed were music to his ears.
He kissed and caressed her shoulders, her arms, her hands. Then he stroked her breasts, playing with the full globes while she writhed against him.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Not yet. Not here.” He continued to tease her, moving to suck her nipples, as he’d been dying to forever. Making sure to steer clear of her pussy, he continued his foray down her body, taken with the firmness of her frame, the soft belly, and rounded thighs.
Gwen was toned but had a curvy figure totally his type. He kissed down her thighs to her knees, then settled on his own knees between her legs. “Spread wide,” he said thickly.
The thin strip of hair over her mound was as dark as mink, but it didn’t hide the smooth lips guarding her sex. He rubbed her there, loving her moan and the slick moisture coating her inner thighs.
“You’re wet for me. I like that.”
“I’m always wet for you,” she complained on a moan.
He speared her pussy with his finger and couldn’t help himself from taking a taste. He’d only meant to tease her before heading back to the bedroom, but now he had to have more.
He licked the sweet cream from her folds while he plunged his finger in and out of her. Her clit was thick, the nub hard and slick, and it hurt him not to come up inside her and ride her into a mutual orgasm.
But Conlan had a plan—to drive her so insane with lust she’d do anything to keep him around. Then when he made mistakes, as he’d no doubt do, she’d be more likely to forgive him because he wasn’t just a great guy but hell on wheels in bed.
“Conlan, please. Fuck me.”
He moaned, loving her frank talk, the need in her voice. Instead, he sucked harder and added a second finger.
“Oh yeah. I’m gonna come,” she said on a breath.
So he stopped eating her and removed his fingers. “Time to head back to the bedroom.”
“Damn it.”
He rose to his feet, uncomfortable and aching with a cock that wouldn’t quit. “Gwen, I’m two seconds from shooting my load against the inside of my jeans. And I’m nowhere near ready for that to happen. Are you?”
“Only if I can swallow.”
“Oh yeah. We’ll get to that. We’ll get to all of it.” He paused and kissed her softly on the lips, wanting her to taste herself. “See how good you taste…girlfriend?”
She licked past his lips and started fucking his mouth with her tongue. On fire to have her, he yanked her to him and ground against her belly, his jeans and underwear a major inconvenience.
“I want that cock, boyfriend.” She smiled at him, then sucked his finger into her mouth.
“Shit. Gwen.” He stared at her, wanting badly to come down her throat.
She eased off his finger, and he almost begged her to continue.
“Call me your girlfriend. I like it.” She sucked his finger again. “I can’t wait to blow my hot boyfriend. And yeah, I’m a good girlfriend. I swallow.”
He said to hell with patience. Tossing her over his shoulder, he bolted to the bedroom with her laughing all the way.
Chapter Eight
Gwen had never been so ready to make love in her entire life. Her emotions swamped her. She loved him. How and why meant nothing next to the fact that she trusted Conlan and had no rational reason to. It was a gut feeling, more than the sex—though that in itself was addicting. He spoke to her on another level.
They had so much in common. Struck by his intelligence, his sense of humor, and God, that body, she didn’t want to be anywhere but by his side in life. And yeah, that scared the hell out of her, because surviving Perry was one thing. Conlan leaving would tear a hole in her heart she didn’t think she could survive.
“It’s too soon,” she blurted while he stripped. She lay back on the bed, as ordered, naked and spread-eagled for him.
“Yep.”
“I mean, I barely know you.” His sweatshirt landed on the pristine floor. The rest of his clothes soon followed.
“Uh-huh.”
“We haven’t even had our first major fight yet.”
“There’s that.” He walked—or rather, stalked—toward her. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed.” He joined her, kneeling in front of her and waving
his cock like a red flag. “You want this, Gwen? How about swallowing a big load of come, baby? You good with that?”
She nodded, feeling like the star of her own sex fantasy. He wanted her, really wanted her—and the empowerment was breathtaking.
“Yeah. That’s it. Open that pretty mouth. Take me in.” He leaned forward and moaned when she opened her mouth. His cock slid slowly between her lips, Conlan making sure to go easy on her.
“Jesus, Gwen. That’s so good. I’m not going to last.” He gripped her by the hair, not hard but firmly. “Just let me come this one time; then we’re going to see to you.”
She wanted to make him lose control, and she bobbed over him, letting him guide her as he fucked her mouth.
“I wish I had a camera. You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He continued to thrust in and out of her mouth, trembling as he moved with slow, sure strokes.
She grazed the inside of his thighs and heard him gasp. Then she continued the path of her hands, cupping his sac.
“Yes, baby. Oh yeah. I’m so close. Gonna come so hard. Gwen.” His grip grew tighter, this thrusts jerkier but still shallow.
She rubbed his tight balls, feeling him tense. A spurt of cum hit her tongue, and she drew harder and faster on his cock.
He roared her name as he came. Hot fluid hit her mouth, and she swallowed him up, her own delightful version of whipped cream. When he’d finished, she slowly pulled away and looked up at him.
“Fuck it. I love you. So, so much,” he rasped and cupped her cheek. “Freak out if you need to, but I love you.”
He hadn’t caught his breath yet, and his rough confession meant more than it should have, especially since he’d said it during a vulnerable moment.
“Conlan?”
“Don’t say a thing. We’re just getting started.” He smiled at her, then maneuvered her flat on her back and held her down while he shoved his face between her legs and feasted.
His tongue and hands were everywhere over her sex. Startling her with the suddenness of his moves and the blazing heat between them, he sucked her into an intense climax in record time. She came hard, but thankfully not all over him this time.
Still, he lapped her up, only easing when she begged him to.
“Better?” he rasped and licked his lips.
“Better,” she sighed. “Conlan.” She smiled.
“That’s what I like to hear. You saying my name like a prayer.”
“Blasphemer.” She yawned, relaxed and teetering on sleep.
“You know, I love the intelligence. The yawn, not so much. I’m no slave driver. Let’s take a short nap before I fuck you senseless again.”
“What…?”
“Sleep, Gwen. Trust me. We have plenty of time to get to the rest.”
She’d barely closed her eyes before pleasure stole its way through her entire body, centering between her legs.
“There’s a pretty pussy.” Conlan’s deep voice stirred her to sleepy arousal.
She blinked into a candlelit room, darkness outside showing the passing of time.
“Conlan?”
“You never call me Con. Good. I prefer Conlan.” He rose from between her legs and settled over her like a blanket. “Let’s make out. Then I’m going to fuck that ass.”
Suddenly very awake and very wet between her legs, she gave him her full attention.
“Conlan?”
“You ever done it in the ass?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Did you like it?”
She bit her lip.
“You know, the one thing I truly love about you is your to-hell-with-everyone-else mentality. You’re strong, and you don’t apologize for who you are and what you like.”
She confessed, “I liked it.”
“I loved you squirting all over my face. I love the look you get when you come. I love how you feel around my cock, when I’m pumping inside you. Staying in you when I climax is the hottest thing ever.”
She shifted under him, encouraging his trailing fingers to ease over her clit again.
“You going to be okay with me up your ass?”
“Yeah.” She liked anal, truth to tell. “But it’s been a while.”
“Good.” He smiled. “Don’t move.”
He returned seconds later with a butt plug, a dildo, and a tube of lubrication. “Just so you know, I bought this for you. Let’s get you nice and slick.”
“Now?” Two toys?
“Hell, yeah. Because when you come, you’re going to do it all over me. Double penetration, sweetness. My cock in your ass, a toy in your pussy. I’m a kinky guy, have I told you that?”
Another wall crumbled between them. “Oh my God. I am too.”
“You’re a kinky guy? I don’t see a cock, but if it comes with you, I’m okay with that.”
“Smart-ass. I mean, I like sex a lot. In a lot of ways. It hasn’t been easy with my exes. I’m kind of a freak in bed.”
“You are so my dream woman.” He watched her while he angled her hips up and placed a small pillow under them. Then he coated his finger with lube and rimmed her.
“That feels good.”
He smiled. “Then I’m doing my job. You have to tell me how it feels. I want to make you crazy for it. For me.”
“I already am.”
His carnal smile turned soft. “This is what I’ve been missing. But don’t worry. We have all the time in the world to see this through. I’m all about taking my time. You’ll see.”
His promise meant more than sex, she knew. And she loved him for waiting, for knowing her fears and sharing in them. More, for having the courage she was too scared to face up to just yet.
A slick finger eased past the ring of muscle in her ass. He pulled out and added more lube, then worked her while he continued to talk to her, asking what felt good. What she liked. She told him, and soon his finger was all the way inside her, so slick and easy.
No burn, not even discomfort. Just a fullness where she didn’t normally feel anything. He continued to prime her, soon withdrawing his finger. He replaced it with the butt plug, rimming her. He played with her a bit before coating it generously in lube and pushing it inside her ass. Thicker than his fingers, it took a little adjusting. And then he was fucking her with it.
“Yeah. That’s hot, Gwen. Take it.”
“I want you,” she moaned. “You in me.”
“Trust me. I want that too. But this has to be good.”
“It is.” She was close to begging.
“Almost.” He continued to move in and out of her ass with the plug, but he also leaned down to suck her nipples. The added stimulation pushed her into another zone of pleasure. She let go of her inhibitions, her worries, and let him take her, edging closer on her delightful path to orgasm.
She didn’t know when he’d grabbed the dildo and started using it on her, but before she knew it, the butt plug was gone, and his cock was at her hole. He had the dildo inside her, fucking her with it while he teased her ass.
“God, Conlan. Do it. Now.” She’d been on the edge of climax forever. So close to coming, then he’d pull back.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He didn’t smile. They’d passed enjoyment into mind-blowing passion what felt like hours ago. “Finally. Let’s stretch you out.”
He eased the tip of himself inside her and added to the fullness in her vagina. The pressure in her ass was like a slow burn of raging pleasure that would never end.
A small pain began, and he stopped. “Just let me get past…ah.”
A bit of pressure, and then he slid inside her fully. The dual sensation of being stuffed, in addition to the fingers plucking her clit and the dildo going in and out, made her lose her mind.
She surrendered totally to sensation, to Conlan. And as before, she exploded into a climax so intense, her entire body seized.
“Oh fuck. Yeah, Gwen. Give it to me,” he moaned and fucked her ass harder while she let herself go.
The release was more than cathartic but overpowering. Because she continued to come while he rode her into multiple orgasms.
She didn’t have the energy to do more than moan when he withdrew the dildo and finished pounding into her ass.
Then he stopped and shuddered, gripping her hips as he emptied into her. “Gwen.”
Shivering and lost in pleasure, she barely felt him kiss her forehead, ease from her body, or wash her up. But Conlan was there, taking care of her, confessing his love, and fitting that half of her that had been missing for so long.
She blinked up at him and saw his smile.
“Now that is how you make love,” he explained. “From one kink master to another.”
“I don’t know if I’ll survive, but if I do, we’re doing that again.”
“A little bossy, don’t you think?” He settled beside her on the bed.
“Ah, might want to watch for any wet spots.”
“So cute when you blush. Don’t worry. I had towels under you. Man, I took you deep, didn’t I?”
He was full of masculine pride. She could hear it in his voice. “Don’t get a big head about it. Complacency is the seed of the devil.”
“Oh nice. How about we say a couple of prayers now, to go with all the ‘Oh God, God, Conlans’ you gave earlier.”
“Jerk.”
He laughed. “No, honey. That’s boyfriend to you.”
“Same difference.”
“Long as we got that straight.”
They cuddled into the night, and she’d never felt so happy.
Chapter Nine
“I’m going to strangle him.” Gwen watched Conlan’s segment on the nightly news, waiting for him to return. They’d decided to start slow, spending every other night at the other’s house. Sleeping in each other’s pockets, as Mia liked to tease.
“I think he’s doing great. I mean, he’s acting like he’s king of the mountain, and you’re just some sex kitten who doesn’t know up from down.”
“I think he said her left from her right,” Trent corrected and stuffed a handful of popcorn in his mouth.
“So helpful, Trent,” Gwen muttered. “Oh my God. If the weather girl puts her hands on him again, I’m going to rip them off and shove them down her throat.”