Then, her lips open and she takes the tip of me into her warm, wet, willing mouth and I close my eyes and groan at the sheer ecstasy of it. Fuck, she’s amazing. I open my eyes, not wanting to miss a second of this.
Her lips are pink around my cock, and her hazel eyes are locked on me. It’s enough to drive me crazy. I grab a handful of her hair and resist the urge to shove myself down her throat until she chokes. The second she feels my fingers wrapping in her hair, she takes me deep and I groan at the sensation of her throat tightening around me.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
Chapter 25
Jane
Fuck, he’s driving me crazy. I need some release. Sprawled out on the bed, I look down and notice my nipples are hard under the thin fabric of my shirt. Of course I’d be wearing this crappy, stretched out shirt and these old, baggy sweats and start feeling horny.
Fuck. I need some sexy clothes.
Pulling the shirt up, I shiver as the fabric tickles up my belly and brushes my nipples so gently it’s exquisite torture.
My fingers slip down my belly and find my clit. I circle the little button of pleasure, desperate to come while thinking of Connor’s face, of the power of him, the uncompromising man who’s use of intimidation made me hotter than any guy ever has before.
I moan in pleasure at the thought of him.
He’s so fucking sexy.
My tits begin to rock a bit as I circle my clit harder, faster, as I think about what he’d look like suckling on my nipples, or better yet, putting his mouth on my pussy.
The door opens and I glance over in shock. Connor’s eyes flick over me as if he’s taking in what I’m doing and struggling to hold himself back.
But he loses the battle.
He pulls off his shirt and crosses the room to climb on my bed, a hungry look in his eyes and I feel like my every fantasy is coming to life. He’s feral and terrifying as he grabs my pants and wrenches them from my body.
When I’m naked from the waist down, he’s staring at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
He drops down and his warm, velvet tongue is seeking out my clit. It’s fucking amazing. My legs wrap around his shoulders as if to keep him from escaping and I give myself over to the sheer pleasure of his tongue teasing my clit.
This is something Zac would never have done. And never did, of course. The few boyfriends I had before him never got this far with me. Now that I know what I’m missing, this is going to be a requirement.
His hand presses into my belly as if to keep me still. But when he brings the other up to hold my breast, I almost lose it. Shock lights up the tip of my nipple at his touch and I gasp in pleasure at the shock of contact.
As if he knows what he’s doing, he begins to tease my nipple. I’m lost to the rush of sensations, the tingling low in my belly, the pleasure arcing form my nipples to my pussy where his tongue is teasing me. It’s all too much. I’m lighting up and confused and excited.
My teeth clamp on my lip as I struggle to keep the noise down. After all, the walls here are pretty thin. I wouldn’t want the other neighbor to come over and see what’s going on.
I grasp the nipple he’s not touching and pull on it like he’s doing. It’s incredible, the pleasure crashing through my body. It was never like this with Zac.
I feel that nothing Connor does is like anyone I’ve ever encountered.
My hands move down to open myself up for Connor. I want him to have clear access to my clit and to know I’m into this. Because oh, my god I’m into it.
He attacks, the pleasure mingling with pain as he tugs and teases the sensitive little pleasure hub. My whole body tightens up and I struggle not to start screaming as he bears down on me with no mercy.
Then, he’s gone.
I lift my head, looking for him in shock. I was so close, why did he go?
Then he grabs my hips and hauls me to the end of the bed. He sheds his pants and I wonder if he’s going to fuck me now. I hope he does. My heart slams painfully in my chest as he kneels down and opens me up with his strong fingers. Then, his mouth is on me again and I’m feeling faint with pleasure.
I need more.
I lift up on my elbows so I can watch him lick me. He glances up at me in curiosity and I tell him as much.
“I want to see,” I whisper, and his eyes narrow, “It feels so good.” Balanced on my elbows, I bring my hands up to touch my tits. My fingers roll my nipples before tugging them away from my body with more force than I generally use. The heat in Connor’s eyes is startling, he’s loving this, I’m can tell. The pleasure ricocheting through me is too much to ignore.
A whimper escapes me as he continues to tease my clit with his tongue and I play with my nipples. The arcing heat bolting through me is shoving me headlong toward orgasm, and I can’t wait.
My whole body tightens as the pleasure rises and rises, threatening to drown me as he bears down on me, refusing to let up for even a second.
Then the world explodes. Pleasure crashes over me in waves as the whole world washes out white. My nipples tingle with heat as I tease and play, my whole body shudders and jolts with the force of my orgasm.
The power of it leaves me breathless and I ride it out, loving how Connor continues licking me, though much more gently as if he knows the torture he’s brining and knows how to balance it with pleasure.
As the sensations begin to quiet a little, I feel my pulse slamming still, and wonder how the hell he got me there so quickly. It’s got to be just because he’s so damn good with his mouth. He’s a fucking god.
I push him away, needing to return to the favor. I’ve never sucked cock, no matter how many times Zac begged me to. When a guy cheats on you, it’s hard to trust he won’t hurt you.
As Connor stands, his eyes intense with tightly reserved control, I know I have to. I want to.
I stand before him, then drop to my knees. His eyes narrow, a primal light in them and I know I’m doing the right thing. It feels right. My shirt slips off my shoulder and I feel the air on one of my nipples. The sensation is heaven as the other is teased by the material of the shirt.
Closing my fingers around him as best I can, I realize he’s much bigger than I’d thought he’d be. My fingers can’t quite meet around him and I try not to think about the pain I’m going to feel when he finally fucks me.
I look up at him, feeling so very sexy on my knees before him.
“I want to taste you,” I say.
My honesty seems to turn him on; his cock pulses in my fingers and I stroke him gently. I study the tip of him, loving the shape of his head. Pressing a kiss to him, I realize he smells like warm skin.
I open my mouth and suck the tip of him in. He groans and I want to take all of him. I’m scared I’ll choke. So I pull him in inch by inch. Then, I notice he’s looking down at me. I stare up into his blue eyes, feeling both vulnerable and powerful at the same time.
He places his hand on the back of my head and I take the hint and suck him as deep into my mouth as I can.
My throat tries to swallow him and he seems to love the sensation as his hips try to buck into me. I plant both hands on his hips and hold on as I take him deeper and choke a bit before pulling back.
I’ve seen porn. I’m curious what effect I’ll have on him if I take up a fast, in and out pace like they do in porn. So I relax my throat and take him deep, then back off. He moves with me, pushing in and pull back as I take him and enjoy the way he tastes, feels, and smells.
Until he grabs the back of my head and pulls me in while pushing into my mouth. I choke a little, heat filling every bit of me as he backs off a little bit. It feels like he’s pushing my boundaries, reminding me he’s in charge, and showing me what he likes in one quick, rough thrust.
It's fucking sexy.
Then he lets out a growl and scoops me up. When he drops me on the bed, I stare at him in shock. He kneels at the end of the bed and grabs my hips. Before I can protes
t, he buries himself deep inside me and I let out a shocked cry of pleasure and pain.
He's punishing as he backs off and thrusts back in. His hand presses into my belly and I feel his thumb begin to circle my clit as if he knows that I won’t come from him fucking me like this alone.
It feels amazing as my body opens to him and allows him to push deep and hard. I drop back on the bed and squeeze my eyes closed, lost in sensations as my tits bounce, my body stretches almost painfully around him, and he keeps thrusting into me without mercy.
It’s the perfect mix of pleasure and pain and I’m drowning in it. Drowning in him.
Chapter 26
Connor
If I don’t stop her, I’m going to cum in her mouth.
As sexy as the thought is, I want to come inside her.
I scoop her up and drop her on the bed. She lifts up on her elbows, surprise in her expression as I kneel at the end of her bed again. I grab her hips and thrust into her.
She lets out a cry that’s unmistakably pain, but I can’t stop. I won’t stop. I’ll ask for forgiveness later. Right now, I need to be in her. I need to feel her pussy spasm on my cock, I need to be in her warm depths until I blow my load.
I pull back and push home again. I know this won’t be enough to get her where I need her to come. I place hand on her belly and begin to work circles around her clit. Her body flops back on the bed her eyes closing as I pump into her while teasing her clit.
She’s going to come.
I watch my cock sliding into her, coated in the juices of her orgasm. Her tight entrance tries to keep me out, but I shove in, refusing to be gentle as my body begs me to push her over the edge so I can follow her into the darkness of orgasm.
She’s panting in pleasure, her whole body moving. Her tits bounce beautifully as I thrust up into her. I reach up to grab one. Her eyes fly open and she stares at me in shock, her eyes hazy with pleasure.
I grit my teeth, feeling the pressure in my balls as my body readies for her.
She lets out a cry that sears into my brain as her pussy clamps down on me, rippling beautifully as she comes all over me. The slick wet that follows is too much for me as I feel it dripping down my balls, warm and sweet, I want more of her.
I press home in her hard, but she’s beyond the sensation of pain and I feel myself losing the battle as my body decides it’s time to fill her. The pleasure wins out as my essence spurts into her. Her whole body shudders and her eyes lock on me, their haze beginning to clear even as her body trembles with pleasure.
She’s still fucking coming.
Pleasure flows over me and I lose myself to the moment as I press up into her, taking her hips in my hands so I can press in hard as my cum pumps into her willing body.
Her hands grip my arms and she lifts so she’s sitting with me still deep within her. Her hands come up to cup my face and she kisses my lips. There’s a desperation in the kiss as if she’s afraid I’m going to up and leave now.
Like I would normally do.
As I slide out of her and feel the trickle of mess we’ve made, I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. She’s trembling as if her body can’t handle all the sensations still flowing through her.
She clings to me, her lips opening to allow me access. I let her taste herself on my breath as my tongue plunders her mouth. She’s sweet and warm, all give and no take. Sheer ecstasy.
When we part, even her lower lip is trembling.
“Are you cold?” I whisper, the urge to take care of her taking over. She shakes her head no and I wrap her up tighter. Her body against mine feels like heaven and I enjoy the way she wraps her legs around me as if she can hold me in place.
Her hazel eyes meet mine and I sense an intense struggle within her. “Stay with me,” She whispers fiercely and I feel a smile tugging the corners of my lips.
“For as long as you’d like me,” I whisper, and her pupils spasm. “There are some things you should know first,” I say and she releases me. I watch as she scoots back on the bed and pats the spot next to her.
“Get talking,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I take a second to enjoy this moment, knowing that as soon as I tell her my secret, she might walk out of my life forever.
But I owe her the truth.
So I climb into the bed and relax next to her. She rolls into me, her body pressed sweetly to my side as she throws an arm across my chest protectively.
“My dad was a drunk,” I begin. It’s as good a place as any, I guess. “He used to beat up on me and my brothers when he was wasted.” Pretty much daily.
I feel her tense up and know she’s likely planning her exit strategy. I know I would be. Any sane person would be. And it only gets uglier from here.
“Well, when my brother Kieran had enough, he finally told dad what he really thought.” The memory is fresh in my mind. Kieran had waited until dad was sober. He’d let fly with the pain, rage, and hatred of more than a decade of abuse.
“He finished it all by telling dad that he should kill himself.” I feel the tension of the room from that day. Dad had been shocked, in denial as he stared at his son. He’d looked at me, but I hadn’t had the forgiveness or peace of mind to pretend I didn’t feel the same way. Life would have been better without him in every sense.
Jane’s hand begins to stroke my chest gently. Her fingertips trace my ribs, my solar plexus, the line of muscle from my ribs down my abdomen. The tickle of it relaxes me as I continue telling her about my shameful, horrible family.
“That night, dad didn’t drink. He sat in his room for hours, refusing to even come to dinner. We were all so tired of his abusive shit that we didn’t even attempt to go talk him out of his self-imposed misery.” Bile backs up my throat as I think of my part in everything.
I could have changed everything.
Jane clings to me, her heart thudding against my side. I sense she’s offering comfort, and love her for it.
“So he sat up there alone, likely thinking about how much we hated him. He put his shotgun barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger.” The memory of the shot firing right above our heads as we sat at dinner, a chilling silence as we ate gives me a very real jolt now.
Jane’s fingertips leave as she hugs me with her arm.
As the quiet overtakes us, I wonder if I could have changed it at all. If I’d walked up there, would he have turned the gun on me instead? Would he have taken me to get even with Kieran’s cruel words? Would I have changed anything?
“He was sick,” I say, my words scraping my throat and leaving the sound hoarse. “We ignored him when we should have gotten help.”
Jane’s voice is one of reason and kindness. “He did what he thought he had to do to help. He thought he was beyond saving, and maybe he was.” She lifts her head to look at me. “But no matter what, it wasn’t your fault, or your brother’s. Your father made his choice with a clear head.”
“He wouldn’t have done it if Kieran hadn’t told him to. It’s where he got the idea.”
Jane is shaking her head, her eyes locked on mine. “No. He realized who he was and what he’d done. I’m sure the pain of that is what made him decide to do this, not your brother’s words. Honesty has a way of showing us when we’re the monster of our own stories.” Her expression is resolute, but I’m staring at her in awe.
She makes sense, and while I’m not totally sold, I’m absolutely, irrevocably in love with this woman.
Epilogue
Jane
“Daddy?” I say into the phone. It’s time to stop putting this off. Sure, he’d surprised me when I told him that Zac and I were over. He’d been relieved and told me that all he’d ever wanted was for me to be happy. He thought Zac made me happy. But this? I’m not so sure.
“Hi Jay!” He says, his voice full of warmth.
“I have a secret for you,” I say softly, hoping that Connor can’t hear me. Not that he’d be mad or anything, just that he’d tease me for not ke
eping my word like I’d said.
“You love Connor.” Dad sounds so sure I feel my mouth drop open.
“How did you know?” I ask, and he laughs, the rich sound of it filling my ears and heart with joy. “But that’s not it,” I say and he quiets down. “Put me on speaker phone,” I say, knowing mom is right there. I can hear her telling dad to tell me she misses me and loves me and we better come visit soon.
“Hi honey!” Mom says and I know I’m on speaker.
“Hi mom! Love you,” I say before hesitating. I know they’re both holding their breaths. “I’m…” my voice is a squeak of terror and joy. “Pregnant,” I whisper. The last six months with Connor have been incredible. He’s just a dream, but our mutual hatred of condoms and lack of being careful have resulted in a happy accident.
I regret nothing. I couldn’t be happier. Connor is a wonderful man for all his rough edges and imperfections. He’s fiercely protective, sexy as hell, and totally devoted to me.
I hear shock in them as mom squeals with joy and dad asks, “What?” as if he doesn’t understand.
“We’re so happy for you,” Mom says, and in mind’s eye I can see her glaring at dad as she speaks.
“We are,” Dad says, and I can’t help the joy bubbling within me.
“I have to go. Love you guys!” I say as I quickly get off the phone.
Connor steps into the room, startling me. “Who was that?” he asks, a playful smile on his lips as he arches an eyebrow at me.
“Nobody,” I say, knowing I’m not fooling him for an instant.
“They’re asking about you,” he says, nudging his chin toward the dining room. I take his arm as he walks me out. “Are they happy?” he asks and I nod.
“So happy. I think dad might have crapped his pants, though.” I can’t help the grin on my lips.
Connor seems just as amused. “I guess I should marry you to keep their delicate sensibilities intact.”
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