Connor (The Kendall Family Series Book 2)

by Randi Everheart

  He bit his lip. “I’m sorry about that.”

  “Don’t be.”

  “I’m serious. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. I just—well, I couldn’t help it.”

  She caressed his cheek. “Really, I didn’t mind. I probably should’ve, you know, because it’s so soon in our relationship, but after the initial shock, well—” She looked up at him, eyes sparkling. “Don’t apologize for that.”

  “You’re sure?”

  She nodded. “Let’s just not talk about it again for a while. Let things move along at whatever speed that happens to be, even if that’s light speed.”

  “I’m enjoying the ride, personally.”

  “So am I, sweetheart. So am I.”

  She kissed him and felt a familiar surge between her legs. Sophia melted into Connor, wanting to forget herself in his embrace. This was their first deep kiss since his quasi-proposal and the idea of doing this with him forever seemed wonderfully inviting. His grip tightened and she felt the now-familiar strength of him, like a solid rock of goodness that she could rely on. And then she felt something else, as hard as rock, pressing against her abdomen. She murmured her contentment, her hand sliding down to caress his manhood through the jeans. She gave him a squeeze. Connor moaned into her mouth. She wanted more, but Connor pulled back.

  “I wanted to ask you something,” he began throatily.

  “Can’t it wait? I just want to kiss you.” And she did, but he stopped her again.

  “I just wanted to know why you chose Syracuse for college.”

  She blinked. “That’s what you want to know right now?”

  “Yeah, because you have to go back in August, right?”

  Oh. She hadn’t thought of that. Shit. “Yeah, I guess. Let’s worry about it later.” She pressed into him but he didn’t let it go.

  “Any chance you can change schools? I mean, I know we just said we’d take it one day at a time…”

  “Then let’s do that. C’mon, Connor. I want to live in the moment for now.”

  “Yeah I know. It’s just…”

  She sighed, feeling annoyed. Her arousal had vanished, tension making her shoulders ache. She really wanted to stop thinking for a while, but apparently he had something on his mind. Torn between telling him to use his lips for something else and being supportive, she asked, “What?”

  “I just wanted to get some idea of whether you’d consider that, or if there are even good schools around here for photography.”

  “Yes and yes. Now shut up and kiss me!”

  Sophia grabbed his head in both hands and planted her lips on his. For a moment he didn’t react and she feared the moment had been lost, but then he crushed their lips together, arms like steel around her, as if he’d never let her go. And that seemed to be what was on his mind. All day. Maybe she needed to convince him that for now, she had no intention of ever leaving his arms. All this time, she had needed his comfort from the horrors of Seth’s intentions, but now it was her turn to convince Connor of her own intentions.

  Taking charge, Sophia pushed Connor toward the door without unlocking lips. She fumbled for the knob and slammed the door shut. Then she grabbed his belt and began tugging him toward the bed while undoing it.

  “In Chloe’s bed?” Connor asked, breaking the kiss.

  “Too weird?”

  “A little.”

  She glanced around and saw a small, cushioned recliner that rocked back and forth. Before it sat an ottoman, also on rockers. With a smirk, she pushed him to that corner of the room and yanked down his pants, a half-hard cock bobbing gracefully before her eager lips. Forcing Connor onto the ottoman, she knelt and brushed the back of her fingers along his balls and up his shaft, making it pulse with need for more. Gently, she pressed her hands into his thighs and slid his pants down to his ankles while her lips pressed against his cock’s head, which throbbed in response. Another kiss. Another pulse along the entire length, the sensitive head flaring. The next kiss ended with her mouth sliding over to engulf the tip, tongue swirling along the sensitive underside. Connor’s manhood swelled inside her mouth and stiffened rapidly so that, without her moving, another two inches filled her warm, wet mouth.

  Connor pulled his shirt off and lay back so that his elbows rested behind him on the chair back. Sophia pulled his pants and socks off to have him nude before her. Using her hands to good advantage, she caressed him all over—calves, inner thighs, perineum, balls, shaft, pubic bone, belly, chest, neck, and down his arms to gently fondle his fingers, which she briefly locked with hers before starting over in reverse. And all the while, her lips tugged and sucked at his cock, first strongly, then softly. Now fast, then slow.

  Sophia stared into his eyes, wanting a deep connection to him, to show him that she felt committed to their growing bond. To a life with him for however long it would last. Suddenly the idea that this was her future—forever—made her flush with pleasure so that her pussy spasmed, her nipples hardening against her shirt. She moaned deep and low as if surrendering. And she began sucking for all she was worth, one hand fondling his balls, the other slippery with saliva below her lips on his cock, crashing into his pubic bone again and again as hand and mouth rose and fell together.

  “Oh shit!” Connor reached above him and clenched both hands around the chair for support. “Mercy!”

  Sophia shook her head. His abs tightened as he sucked in a huge breath and looked surprised, awed, and then almost frightened. She realized what his expression meant when his cock swelled even more between her lips. His balls tightened and involuntarily lifted up in her hand. She squeezed his cock with the other hand, and then a blast of warm liquid filled her mouth. Gulping eagerly, Sophia tried to swallow it all, but some spilled out both sides of her mouth, down her chin and neck, finally coming to rest between her breasts. Connor’s belly heaved and roiled with the force of his breaths, his cock pulsing between her lips.

  “Delicious,” she whispered.

  Connor’s eyes watered. “Oh, please tell me you’ll stay.”

  With a coy wink, she said, “Maybe. Convince me.”

  As she wiped his cum up and licked it off her fingers, he sat up more quickly than she would’ve thought possible. “Done. Your turn.”

  Sophia started to rise but Connor hoisted her upright, his eager tongue delving into her mouth. His hands tore almost violently at her clothes—belt buckle, blouse, jeans, bra, and panties, haphazardly as if he couldn’t make up his mind which part of her to bare first. The energy of his need impressed Sophia, whose body reacted, pussy moistening, nipples stiffening, and her breath quickening. She was dying to know exactly what he intended.

  He forced her butt down onto the ottoman, pushing her shoulders back on the chair behind her even while he lifted her feet above his head. The cool air on the moist petals of her folds made her feel the heat of her pussy that much more. She thought he’d tease her but Connor swiftly bent down and licked her pussy from bottom to top with his tongue nice and wide, as if determined not to miss an inch. Sophia shuddered as he narrowed and hardened his tongue and dove straight at her clit, flicking it again and again. Then his tongue softened while his lips closed, encircling the taut bud. He shook his head side-to-side.

  She fiercely whispered, “Oh! Don’t make me scream out!”

  Without stopping, he grabbed a blanket beside them and handed it to Sophia to bite into. She writhed against his mouth, small spasms growing to tremors as an explosion swiftly gathered. Toes splaying as if to absorb all the pleasure in the room, Sophia came hard. Connor gave her just moments to savor it before he sat her up, hot mouth swallowing first one breast and then the other. He nibbled on one nipple, flicked the other, swallowed the first, then flattened his tongue against the other, as if trying to give her every sensation in rapid succession. She thrust her hands into his hair and yanked his head back, forcing her tongue into his mouth.

  But then Connor rose, his still-hard cock before her. She grabbed it with one hand and thr
ust it into her mouth, sucking furiously as if in revenge for the way he’d manhandled her, though she’d loved every second of it. Almost too much so. She was still quivering.

  “Ah,” he said, “not so fast. I have plans for that cock.”

  She pulled back and croaked, “Show me.”

  He lifted her up, turned her around, and pointed at the ottoman. “Kneel.”

  “Yes, master.” Sophia did as bidden, the ottoman swaying as she knelt, knees spread. She placed both hands on the chair and braced herself. The head of his cock touched her swollen folds and then slid inside her like a hot knife through butter. She sucked in a breath and pushed back into him, the familiar weight of release gathering as she came again.

  “Wow, you’re so hot,” Connor said.

  “You made me that way,” she purred.

  “Good.”

  The strength in his voice matched the firmness of his hands reaching around to cup her pendulous breasts, which began to sway heavily as he slid in and out of her, first slowly, and then with greater force. Soon he was pounding his pubic bone into her lush ass. With each thrust, the ottoman flew forward, propelling her almost all the way off his cock before sliding back to the hilt, forcing her ass to crush into him with a loud smack as he thrust again.

  “Oh God, I have to get a chair like this,” Connor murmured.

  “We’re taking this with us!” Sophia answered.

  And that was the last thing she could say for a minute, for her shortened breath left no room for words. Juices soon flowed freely down her legs as he rammed her already furnace-like pussy with an even precision that left no doubt how soon the building orgasm would overtake her. With a loud groan, he came first, his seed splashing inside her womb, cock pulsing with each ejaculation while his hands squeezed her firm ass. She could stand it no more and silently screamed as pleasure coursed from her pussy, down her legs to her toes, and up her spine to her scalp. The full-body orgasm left her breathless and shaking, stars appearing behind her eyes.

  “I’ll stay, Connor,” she breathed. “Oh, God, I’ll stay.”

  “Every day,” he said, lungs heaving. “This is yours every day if you want it.”

  “I do!” Sophia cried out, as they both realized when that phrase was traditionally said, the unspoken marriage proposal hanging in the air. While she knelt, trembling, Connor straightened her so he could hold her with both arms as she leaned back into him, her lips seeking and finding his. She felt her eyes begin to water and kissed him more deeply, afraid she’d blurt out that she’d loved him. It was perhaps the one line they hadn’t crossed today. Maybe they should. But it was the most important one. The one to savor, to relish, to delay on admitting until only the last possible moment, when the heart nearly burst from holding in the sentiment. She vowed to wait. Sophia let out a long, shuddering sigh of contentment, Connor’s delightful penis still throbbing inside her, albeit slowing down as the moments passed.

  “I love that you’re still orgasming,” she murmured, not expecting a man to have one for so long. Her own would continue for a while, she knew, the thought making her hornier.

  “Me, too,” he admitted, and they both laughed, the spasms of her pussy clenching around his penis startling him.

  Sophia said, “Now that I’ve had my dessert first, I guess I’m ready for the main course.”

  “I thought I was the main course.”

  “You’re certainly a lot of meat.”

  Amid their laughter, they cleaned up to rejoin his family. The smell of BBQ chicken, ribs, sweet potatoes, and fresh bread wafting up to them mixed nicely with the musky scent of their lovemaking. She was hungry for more of everything.

  “I feel like I’ve been ravished,” she admitted, bemused.

  “You were.”

  Only as they descended the stairs did Sophia wonder if anyone in the house knew what they’d been doing. They’d kept quiet, but she knew she was glowing and no one was going to fail to realize why. Suddenly she didn’t care and found herself strutting, arm linked with Connor’s. But once they entered the dining room where everyone was getting seated, the others’ amused looks made her turn red. A glance at Connor showed color in his cheeks, too, and she leaned over and kissed him there. No one said a word as dining commenced, Sophia feeling more and more like she could get used to this. Very used to all of this.

  After dinner, which also included corn on the cob, homemade coleslaw, and drinks from the winery, Connor and Sophia left for the inn. Riley came to stay the night again but Chloe replaced Kris, who had some things to tend to at the barn. Sophia was hoping for more time with just Connor, but even if the others hadn’t come along for security, it wasn’t meant to be. They hadn’t been back more than ten minutes when surprise company arrived.

  Chapter 12 – Unexpected Guests

  “Stop fidgeting,” said Jess to Mark.

  She put her hair, newly dyed jet black, into a clip that exposed her ears, now adorned with two emerald green studs. Having not looked this nice in a long time, she’d forgotten she could do herself up like this, the floral print dress something she’d only worn in her room before now; she wasn’t that kind of girl. She’d traded the pink hair for pink fingernails and toenails. A touch of eyeliner, blush, and lipstick had brought out what few charms her face offered, the nose ring still detracting from her ensemble despite her favorable opinion about it. She didn’t have much cleavage to speak of, and since she didn’t own a push-up bra, she’d just decided to go without one altogether, her nipples grazing the cotton as she moved, sometimes hardening them.

  She was still horny after the earlier orgasm Mark had given her, and despite her best attempts at continued scorn for him, somehow she’d lightened up about him. The good mood came as a surprise. It didn’t occur to her that she felt like she was on a date anyway, regardless of who it was with, or why. There were worse things than getting dressed up for a nice night with a guy whose big cock made you tingle from head to toe, even if you didn’t particularly like him.

  Mark sighed, nervously touching the splint on his broken nose. “Can’t help it. I’m nervous.”

  “Well, stop acting like it. Just act normal.”

  “There’s nothing normal about what we’re doing.”

  She couldn’t argue with that but hoped he’d cool it. He hadn’t been too bad on the ride over while driving her dented green Camry. The car had a missing hubcap, and the right quarter panel was primer grey after a dent in that side had been fixed last year but the panel never re-painted. With the way the doors creaked and the car sometimes backfired, she’d decided cosmetic repairs weren’t worth the cost. Why fix it up when she could get drunk on cheap beer, or smoke some pot, instead?

  She and Mark had just finished off a joint. She wasn’t the wisest girl in the world, but even she knew Mark was the big liability here. He was window dressing to her brains, such as they were; he just needed to stay quiet and not look nervous. He’d been okay until they pulled up and saw Riley’s Harley-Davidson Night Rod Special out front.

  The time had come to get out. She already saw Connor glance out the window at them, the sight of his face immediately conjuring an image of his hard penis. She smiled obscenely.

  “Come on,” she said. “You’re supposed to get out, come around, and open the door for me.”

  Mark rolled his eyes. “Don’t get used to that, Jess.”

  She slugged his thigh. “It’s Lacy, asshole. Don’t you fucking call me Jess in here. God.”

  Mark decided not to respond and got out. Soon they stood at the screen door, Mark carrying a small suitcase containing ski masks, black clothing suitable for kidnapping, a stun gun, a revolver, handcuffs, and gags. He was ready to hit the doorbell when Connor opened the door, wearing a big, welcoming smile.

  “Hi there. Come on in.”

  Jess looked him in the eye and grinned without meaning to. She decided that when she knocked him out later, she’d pull down those shorts he was wearing and get a good view, maybe even a f
eel. Oh yeah, definitely a handful, or two from the look of it. Maybe a taste.

  As they stepped inside, a glance around the foyer and into the living room showed Chloe and Sophia on the couch, talking. Like a viper eyeing her meal, Jess grinned at Sophia.

  “Would you like a room?” Connor asked, sounding dubious.

  Or so Jess thought. She and Mark weren’t the inn’s typical clientele, she suspected, and she doubted they seemed like a couple. Maybe they gave the impression of two kids playing grownup. Suddenly she realized they’d have to call the whole thing off if other guests were expected. There was a limit on how many people she was willing to attack for Seth.

  “Yes,” answered Jess. “Are we the only guests?”

  “Yes,” said Connor, leading them to the registration table. “Hope you don’t mind. We just reopened after renovations.”

  “So no one else is expected?”

  “Nope. You’ll have the place to yourselves. And some of my family has dropped by.” He indicated the girls, who nodded, Sophia rising and coming over while Chloe went to the bathroom.

  “Oh,” Jess began, feigning politeness she’d never felt in her life, “I hope we’re not intruding.”

  “Not at all. I’m Connor, by the way.”

  As he said that, Sophia stopped beside him and extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Sophia.”

  Jess grinned again while shaking hands. “Lacy. This is Mark, my boyfriend.”

  “Hi, Mark.”

  “Hi,” he said quietly, having trouble looking any of them in the eye.

  “What happened to your nose?” Sophia asked sympathetically.

  Jess snorted a bit. “Oh, boys will be boys. You should see the other guy.” Connor smiled as if not believing her, and Jess knew Mark didn’t seem like he’d win a fight with a hamster.

  Connor asked, “How many nights will you be staying?”

  “Just the one,” said Jess. “We thought to have a romantic night out. You know, for our anniversary.” She leaned against Mark, who took a hint and put one arm around her somewhat awkwardly. Jess was finding the improvisation to be fun. She’d always been good at bullshit.