by Rye Hart
“I’m ready now.”
Conner chuckled and nibbled my collar bone. “You’re horny now, which is sexy as hell but not the same thing.”
His hands moved to the straps on my shoulders, and he slowly pulled the fabric down until my breasts were exposed. With a touch so light I could barely feel it, his fingers drew circles around my bare skin until they reached my hardened nipples. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and blush when he finally pinched my pink peaks.
Bringing his mouth to my ear, Conner added, “You’ll be ready for me when you’re comfortable enough in your own body, that my touch doesn’t make you blush anymore.”
“How will I do that?” I asked under a breath.
He placed a soft kiss on my lips and said, “Just pay attention, and I’ll teach you.”
For a second, I wondered what he meant. Then, his right hand pulled the fabric of my skirt up until the entire lower half of my body was exposed to him. With a loose smirk, he tugged at my panties until they fell down my legs.
“Step out of them and open your legs wide,” Conner ordered in a tone that made my heart skip a beat. Taking deep breaths, I did as I was told and delighted in the pleased expression on his face as he continued, “Now, put your hands behind your back and clasp your elbows. No matter what, I don’t want you to release them until I tell you to.”
I nodded and, once more, obeyed.
Once I was in position, Conner stepped back to look at me and clicked his tongue. “You should see yourself like this, Chloe. You look magnificent.”
Before I could respond, his hands and lips were on me again. This time, however, his touch was a lot more intimate. His right hand slid down my belly toward my center while his mouth covered one of my nipples and his left hand teased the other.
Against my skin, Conner muttered something, but I couldn’t hear him. I was completely engulfed by the feel of his tongue on my nipple and the way his finger moved against my clit to comprehend anything he was saying.
Not used to that kind of touch, I moaned as everything in me started to tingle. I wanted to touch Conner, grab his skin and find a way to relieve some of the pressure building inside, but I had my orders, and was determined to follow them. I stood there, my nails digging into my arms as Conner slipped a finger inside me and drew my juices out to tease my clit.
Soon enough, my moans turned into delicious cries of passion as Conner’s hand gained momentum and finally tipped me over the edge. Every nerve end in my body exploded and I saw a light flash behind my eyes. My legs started to shake and I thought I would fall until Conner looped an arm around my waist and steadied me.
The feeling was so good I lost myself in it. When my orgasm was finally over, I wanted more. I wanted so much more.
“God, Conner. That was-” I mumbled once I finally found my voice.
He chuckled and kissed my lips once more. “Just the beginning, Angel.”
Dizzy with excitement at his promise, I opened my eyes. The bulge in Conner’s pants was massive and I wanted to hold it, taste it, feel it, but when I tried Conner caught my wrist and shook his head.
“Not today.” Like a pouty child, I pressed my lips together and frowned. He chuckled and pulled my skirt down to cover me. “You’ll have plenty of time to play with my cock, but tonight, I want you to go home and play with your pussy like I just did. I want you to make yourself come and then text me about it.”
My eyes widened at his request. I remember all the years I had touched myself with Conner on my mind but I never imagined I would one day be doing it at his insistence.
Like a good little girl, I nodded, fixed the top of my dress, and gave Conner a quick kiss on the lips as I turned to walk to my car. He watched me go without another word.
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My excitement and anxiety made the drive home unusually long. I felt like another version of myself - a matured version. After all of these years, I was finally going to get what I wanted most.
Tonight, I learned what desire and pleasure really felt like in the presense of a man, and I wanted more. I wanted so much more that I could barely think straight. I remembered the words Conner said to me about being in his bed and I pictured myself in between his sheets. I knew my car seat would be wet when I finally got home.
With that laser focus mind, I drove as fast as I could and, once I finally arrived at my house, I haphazardly parked my car and ran upstairs, not even bothering to check if Dad was home. My dress was on the floor less than a second after I closed and locked my bedroom door, and since I had forgotten to retrieve my underwear after Conner removed it, I laid naked in bed.
Although I was ridiculously wet and aroused, the idea of just straight going for it felt weird. Conner had taken his time kissing and caressing me before even approaching my pussy, and since he had told me to pleasure myself as he had, that’s exactly what I did.
Closing my eyes, I brought my hands to my jaw and slowly drifted them down my neck as I imagined Conner kissing me there. My touch was light as a feather, but the fantasy in my mind made it feel like fire licking my skin. As my fingers lowered to my collarbone and chest, that fire started to spread just as it had earlier with Conner.
My breathing grew heavier, and my thighs pressed together as the now familiar need for something more began to build within me. Like Conner had done, I brought my hands to my breasts and teased my nipples until the ache between my legs became nearly unbearable.
My juices dripped from me and trickled down to the mattress beneath me. It was a wonderful sensation. Trembling a little, I glided my hand down my stomach until it reached the space where my hip and thigh met. My heart pounded as I took a sharp turn and felt the wetness of my folds for the first time.
I felt soft and warm against my fingers, and though they were moving in the exact same way as Conner’s did, it felt completely different. It wasn’t better or worse, it was just different and, surprisingly more intimate. I couldn’t deny that there was a part of me that felt like what I was doing was wrong, but I decided that part was stupid and quickly pushed those thoughts aside as my fingers moved in a circular motion against my clit.
Shockwaves of pleasure shot up through my body. Within seconds, I was dizzy and breathless, but I didn’t stop. I wanted more, and so did Conner. He wanted to know I made myself come, while thinking about him that night. Only then, he would make me his.
You can’t let him down Chloe.
So I slid my hand lower and dipped a finger inside myself, amazed at the velvety feel of my drenched pussy. I drew my finger out and slid it in again, imagining it was his massive cock. I bucked and rolled against my fingers as I drew lazy circles over my swollen clit with my own sweet juices. Thinking again of how big Conner must be, I spread my hips wider and slid a second finger deep into myself, allowing my body to adjust to the new sensation before I started to thrust in and out of myself. Withdrawing my slick fingers, I flicked the tips over my clit a few more times before my release. My back arched and my toes curled into the sheets underneath me.
The warmth—that delicious, maddening warmth—started to spread, making my limbs tingle and my chest tight. Finally, that heart turned to fire and my whole body exploded with the most delicious sensation. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming out. I couldn’t risk my father knowing I was finger-fucking myself at the orders of his best friend.
Would that be fun to explain?
With a broad smile on my lips, I relaxed my arms and waited for my breathing to return to normal. As I enjoyed the amazing afterglow, I couldn’t help but imagine how the real thing would feel. After tonight, I was determined to find out.
CHAPTER EIGHT — CONNER
I dismounted my horse, Lucky, and tossed the reigns to Ian, my stable boy. Usually, I would take care of Lucky myself, but I had something more pressing to handle. With my phone in my hand and an annoying pain in my cock, I exited the stables and started walking toward the main building of my resort.
Asking Chloe to se
nd me texts relaying her orgasms had been the most idiotic idea I had ever had. In only five days, she had gotten way too good in the art of sexting, and I was reaching my breaking point. With every message, I relived our time at the woods, and the simple memory of how tight and wet she had been for me was enough to make me wild with the need to make her mine.
Still, there was a part of me that felt an extreme weight of guilt, and for that reason I was holding back and keeping as much physical distance between us as humanly possible. However, after reading about her adventures with the shower head this morning and how she had called my name as she came, that bullshit was coming to an end.
We were consenting adults, and though I knew it was wrong, and she deserved better, I could now see no other option but to walk into her office, strip her naked, bend her over the desk and finally make her mine.
Like a man on a mission, I entered the reception area and made a beeline toward her open door.
“I’m done with these texts,” I said in a sharp, heated tone as I barged into her office.
Chloe’s eyes widened, and her face grew a little pale as she looked at me.
“Sorry, but I didn’t know where you were, and I had to run those numbers by you ASAP.”
My brows pulled together in confusion, and I opened my mouth to ask what the hell she was talking about. However, before a word came out, a throaty laugh I knew all too well filled the room and made the blood in my veins run cold.
Forcing a smile, I turned to the right and saw the scruffy face of my best friend. Shifting my position to hide my obvious boner, I tried to keep my voice casual as I asked, “What the hell are you doing here, Alex?”
He nodded toward Chloe with one of those silly fatherly smiles. “Came to talk to my little girl and I feel old. Just yesterday she was playing with dolls, and now she’s here, runnin’ your empire.”
My little girl, those words echoed in my mind, bringing me to reality and making me wonder what the fuck I was doing. Although I was perfectly aware that Chloe was Alex’s daughter, it took the look on Alex’s face and those three damned words for the seriousness of my betrayal to sink in. I felt like pure scum.
Alex had always been by my side. He had helped me turn the shitty piece of land my father left me into what it was today, stood by my side as my best man at my wedding and then, when I needed a friend the most, he stood by me at Quinn’s funeral. Hell, the guy helped me raise my son. He was my brother, my best friend, and one of a very small number of people in the world I actually cared about.
Like an asshole, I fingered his only daughter under a tree like a fucking high schooler.
You’re such a fucking DICK Conner.
Guilt and the self-loathing ripped through me, but I tried to keep my confident and carefree face in place as to not alert Alex. “She’s doing a good job at it, too. You should be proud.”
“And I am,” he assured me as he got up from the chair. “Of both of you, actually.”
His words were like a kick in the nuts, but I just chuckled and raised a brow as I would in any other situation.
“You, proud of me? That’s a first.”
Alex laughed and clasped his hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, it is. But Bumblebee tells me you’re a decent boss—a shock considering you’re a raging dick—and that makes me proud.”
Chloe reprimanded her father, but I just laughed—uncomfortably—and playfully showed him my middle finger. This kind of teasing banter was our normal, after all, and right now, I desperately needed all to appear normal.
Once the laughs settled, Alex sighed and looked at me with a thoughtful expression. “On a serious note, I was just telling Chloe that I’m leaving tonight for a business trip. I’ll be gone about a month negotiating some covers and the purchase of a new stallion. She’ll be alone at the house, which I don’t like, but I told her that if she needs anything she can count on you—not as a boss, but as a friend.”
I took a deep breath through my nose and stole a quick glance at Chloe. She had a wicked smirk on her pink, glossy lips that just moments ago, would have made my cock nearly explode but now filled me with nothing but dread.
Considering I couldn’t deny my friend’s request without raising suspicions, I widened my smile and nodded. “Of course, Chloe knows I’m always here for her.”
“That I do,” she muttered in a voice that was somewhere between playful and provocative.
Instantly, my eyes narrowed and drifted to her with a warning which she just ignored. I ran a hand through my hair and thanked God when Alex spoke again in a voice that proved he was completely oblivious to the situation.
“Good, then. I’ll leave you two to your business.” With that, Alex said goodbye to both of us, kissed his daughter on the forehead, and left the room.
As soon as he was completely out of sight and we were alone, Chloe leaned against the edge of her desk and looked at me with those hungry, glimmering green eyes. “So, you’re done with the texts, hmm? Does that mean I passed the written exams and can move on to the practical lessons?”
My body quickly responded to her words, as it usually did, but this time, I was determined to shut it down. With a blunt shake of my head, I replied, “No, it doesn’t.”
Chloe’s eyes widened Bambi style at my words proving, once more, how incredibly fucking adorable she was. “Did I do something wrong?”
I wanted to say yes. I wanted to break her and whatever it was we had so she would never even consider coming close to me again, but I couldn’t. For the first time since Quinn’s passing I cared about a woman’s feelings.
With a long breath to control my temper, I took a step in her direction and gently touched her cheek. “You didn’t do anything wrong, but whatever this was between us, it’s over. I’m begging you to find a nice boy your own age, because I’m out.”
Confusion filled Chloe’s eyes, but I didn’t stick around to see it turn into hurt. I couldn’t. Despite what my actions said, I cared about her way too much. The only thing to do was to turn around and leave the room feeling like the piece of shit I was.
CHAPTER NINE— CHLOE
“Champagne, Chloe?” Timmy’s voice broke through my reverie. I was so sick and tired of my stubborn mind always returning to Conner and his inexplicable dismissal of me whenever it was idle that I almost thanked the waiter for the interruption. While drinking wasn’t permitted at work, I was good and ready to break that rule today.
It had been ten days of me pouring myself into work just so I wouldn’t think about him and ten nights of me obsessing over the subject when I got home from work, but I was still as confused and angry about the whole thing as I had been on the day it happened.
The fact that from the corner of my eye, I could see an unbelievably sexy Conner in a pair of dark jeans, gray shirt, and a suit jacket staring intently at me from across the tent, made those feelings even more prominent in my heart.
Since he was still my boss I couldn’t just walk up to him and call him an asshole. So, I did the next best thing. I allowed my anger to turn into defiance and smiled at the boy as I reached for a glass, clearly breaking Conner’s ‘no drinking in the job’ rule. “Thanks, Timmy. You’re a life saver.”
The boy chuckled and winked as he walked away. I took a deep breath and a sip of the sweet liquid as I bluntly ignored Conner’s stare and looked around at the culmination of my hard work. The rose garden where the wedding was finally taking place looked like a magical wonderland filled with twinkle lights, stark white llinens, and glimmering crystals. Although the concept hadn’t been mine, the execution and how smooth things were going was, and that was still a lot to be proud of.
“My sister tells me you’re the Wonder Woman who pulled this off in two weeks,” a deep voice sounded beside me.
Peeling my gaze from the beautiful setting, I turned to look at the source of the voice, and my lips instantly curled up into a smile. The man standing beside me was gorgeous in a way that was completely different from Conner.
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br /> Where Conner was all scruff, muscles, and rugged good looks, this guy was lean, clean-shaven, and handsome in a refined way. Although I had never been attracted to men like him, I had to admit that the flirty way he looked at me made me feel a little giddy this evening.
“Wonder Woman might a bit extreme, but since this was a lot of work, I’ll take it,” I said and smiled widely at the man.
“As you should,” he said with a laugh as he extended his hand in my direction, “I’m Phil, by the way.”
I smiled at him and placed my palm against his. The softness of his hand was surprising and another stark contrast to Conner’s callused ones. “Chloe, nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” The honesty in Phil’s voice made me blush a little and pull my hand away. My reaction didn’t go unnoticed by him, and though he stuffed his hands into his pockets, a soft smile formed on his mouth. “So tell me, how did you pull it off?”
My brows pulled together. “What do you mean?”
“How did you get all of this—the band, the flowers, the freaking butterflies—to work on the new schedule?”
I tilted my head and raised a brow at him. “I asked for favors and begged a little. When that didn’t work, I offered them money—a whole lot of it.”
Phil laughed. “That never fails, right?”
“No, it doesn’t,” I replied playfully. “So, why did you want to know? Are you planning a party with a ridiculously small timeframe?”
He shook his head and shrugged. “Not really, just trying to talk to you. Well… trying to flirt is more like it. I guess after seven years dating the same girl, I’m not very good at it.”
My heart raced with amazement at his sweet bluntness. “Honestly, I’m not great at flirting either, but I think you’re doing alright.”