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I tilt my head, watching him. Surely, he’s not going to do this right now. This has never been my experience. Usually, it’s straight to penetration and then a 3:00 AM sneak-out. But Connor proves me wrong when he leans in and slowly slides his tongue through my core. Heat pools low in my belly, and I swear I see stars. I’m not sure what noise I make in response, but whatever it is, I can tell he likes it from the way he immediately takes another taste. A low guttural sound leaves his throat as he licks me again, and I lift my hips, needing more.

“Fuck…” I moan, digging my fingers into the sheets as he swirls his tongue over my clit before sucking on it. My hands move to his head, and I tunnel my fingers into his hair, holding him close when he hits the most perfect fucking spot I’ve ever felt. “Gods…” I gasp and cry out again.

Connor slowly pushes a finger inside me, and my hips buck again. He slowly presses another finger in, and I writhe against his hand. The pressure builds with the burning stretch and the throb of my clit beneath his tongue. My pussy clenches around him, liquid heat bathing his hand and my arousal spilling out of me as he plunges his fingers in over and over. His lips wrap around my clit, and he sucks.

Connor looks up at me, meeting my gaze. The second his dark blue eyes meet mine, I am completely lost to my orgasm. I cry out, his broad shoulders holding my thighs wide when they reflexively try to close. My release explodes within me, and I throw my head back as pleasure rips through me. I pant and go boneless as he kisses his way back up my body. Through the aftershocks of my release, I find the strength to push myself up and slam my lips to his. The sweet taste of my pussy lingers on his tongue, and I’ve never tasted anything more erotic.

Connor slides his hands between us, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. He kicks them off and somehow manages to never break the kiss.

He pulls back, panting and looking down at me. He holds up a condom. “Are you sure about this?”

I simply kiss him back and take the small foil package from him. Connor sits back on his heels, and I rip the condom open, reverently sliding it over his length as he pulls his shirt off. He tosses it aside and eases me back onto the bed, his heavy body covering mine as he settles back over me. His hips shift so his cock is pressing against my opening, and I drag my nails down his back, rocking my hips to welcome him in. He groans, his biceps flexing as he braces above me and sinks deeper, stretching my pussy around his girth. I bring my knees higher on his hips, opening myself up for him.

He continues to push inside me and moans against my lips, “Fuck. Tight.”

I lift my hips, greedy for more. My pussy throbs in need, desperate to be filled. I nip and suck at his lower lip, urging him for more, silently begging him to take me hard and pound deep.

Connor groans again, and the sound makes my skin break out in goosebumps. “Fuck. You feel so good.”

I drag my nails down his back and dig them into his ass, pulling him fully into me, and I moan at the fullness, my cunt wrapping painfully tight around him. His shout of pleasure turns my core molten, and he thrusts, slow and gentle. I can’t tell if he’s testing the waters or teasing me but now is not the time. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I arch beneath him, trying to spur him on. I want more. I want harder.

“Harder,” I beg.

“I… I don’t want to hurt you,” Connor whispers into my lips.

Hurt me? Fucking fuck me! Growling, I wrap my arms and legs around him and roll us over. It only works because I take him by surprise, but I end up on top, straddling him. Without giving him a moment to react, I lift until just the head of his cock remains inside of me and then slam down again. Connorbucks beneath me, his hands grabbing my hips. “Fuck!” He digs his fingers into me, his hold gentle enough that I won’t bruise but hard enough that he’s taken a small portion of the control. He looks up at me, and there’s something in his eyes that I don’t want to identify. Not now.

I brace my hands against the heavy muscles of his chest and sit up on him, riding him hard. My stomach muscles clench as I slam my pussy down on him over and over, taking him as hard as I need to. Connor sits up and buries his fingers in my hair, pulling my lips to meet his and kissing me breathless as I fuck him.

“Summer. Fuck. You’re so… good.”

I bite his lip and move faster on him, desperate pleasure coursing through me.

“You’re… Fuuuck. You’re going to make me cum.” Connor groans, and his body tenses beneath mine, his cock thickening a little as he nears his release.

I move faster on him, knowing my release isn’t as close as his. “Not yet.”

Connor growls breathlessly. “Can’t really control it.”

“Not. Yet.” I moan. “Fuck…”

“All right. Fuck, you just feel so fucking good,” Connor grunts, releasing a hiss through his clenched teeth. He grips my hip in one hand and pulls me down, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he grinds against my clit.

I dig my nails into his shoulders, reaching for the delicious familiar burn of my orgasm, the tight coil in my core. It is so close.

“Connor… now!” I cry out, hurtling into pleasure. My pussy clenches around him, the tight, wet heat quivering around his cock. Connor shouts, his fingers fisting in my hair as my orgasm shoves him into his own release.

Connor pants and presses kisses along my neck, breathing curses against my skin like filthy promises. We fall back onto the bed, both of us out of breath and sated. I roll off him, looking at the ceiling as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through me.

14

Summer

The party continues downstairs, but our labored breathing is the only sound in the room. Our shoulders brush as we both try to catch our breath and calm our bodies.

“You know,” Connor pulls me against him, kissing along my jaw, “I was planning something romantic for when I kissed you again.”

I quirk a brow and nuzzle against him. “Romantic?”