Page 13 of Connor (Total Sinners #2)

Connor

Music pounded, a relentless, mind-numbing throb that rattled the cheap glass in my hand.

The whiskey inside barely rippled, the only thing still in this hellhole.

Sweat, sex, and stale smoke clung to the air, thick enough to choke on.

The bass vibrated through my ribs, but it still wasn’t enough to drown out the echo of her voice in my head.

I’m pregnant.

I dragged the whiskey to my lips and downed it in one burning gulp. The cheap shit scraped its way down my throat, scorching, punishing. But not enough. Never fucking enough.

I tipped the bottle, refilling my glass with an unsteady hand. I wasn’t drunk enough yet. Not even close. The woman draped over me cooed in my ear, running sharp nails down my chest. She smelled like vanilla and tequila, her tits pressing against my arm, lips trailing over my jaw.

"You're quiet," she murmured, shifting in my lap, grinding against my cock. She was trying to make me hard, trying to drag me into the moment. I should’ve been responding by now. Should’ve been grabbing her ass, slipping my hand between her legs, seeing how wet she was.

Instead, I let my head tip back against the sticky leather of the booth, eyes closing.

I fucking hated that she wasn’t Summer .

She felt wrong. Smelled wrong. The noises she made in my ear were too breathy, too rehearsed. She wanted to be fucked, wanted me to bend her over the nearest surface and break her in half, and on any other night, I would’ve done it without a second thought.

A second set of hands slid over my shoulders from behind, another girl—red lips, dark hair, bedroom eyes. The kind that didn’t ask for anything but a rough night and a ride home in the morning. She pressed her lips to my neck, teeth scraping, tongue tasting the salt on my skin.

They were both waiting for me to react, waiting for me to feel something.

I should’ve gotten up, dragged them to some dark alley, fucked them raw against the bricks until they screamed. Until I couldn’t hear her voice anymore.

Instead, I drained my drink and shoved the blonde off my lap. "Let’s go."

They both giggled, hands already tugging at my belt as I led them outside into the humid night.

***

The door slammed behind me, sealing us in the kind of heat that stuck to your skin, thick with the scent of sweat and bad choices.

The apartment was a shithole—cracked walls, a mattress without a frame, empty bottles lining the nightstand.

The kind of place where no one expected anything more than a hard fuck and an even harder goodbye.

The blonde’s hands were on me first, nails raking down my chest, tugging at my shirt. The brunette was already sinking to her knees, licking her lips like she knew exactly what she was about to do.

I let them.

I let them grab at me, let them unzip my jeans, let their eager little fingers wrap around my cock, stroking it between them like it was some fucking prize.

They were so desperate for it. Like it mattered. Like I mattered. It should’ve done something. Should’ve sent fire through my veins, made me want them like they wanted me.

Instead, I felt fucking empty.

I couldn’t even remember their fucking names, but I didn’t want to.

“Fuck, he’s big,” the blonde moaned, running her fingers over my length while the brunette kissed my thighs. “I can’t wait to have you between my legs. I’m already wet.”

They thought this was a game. Thought I was going to take my time, tease them, draw it out. I wasn’t.

“Would you let him fuck you while I eat your ass?” the brunette teased, pressing kisses against her neck before returning to me. My body jolted as she licked the tip of my cock, moaning like she was tasting something divine, then took me into her mouth, hot and wet and fucking eager.

I waited for it.

That familiar throb. That pulse of pleasure. That deep, dark hunger that usually took over the second a girl wrapped her lips around me.

Nothing.

“Yes,” her roommate moaned, already sinking her fingers inside herself.

I clenched my jaw, threading my fingers through her tangled hair, gripping tight as I forced her down. She gagged, her body jerking, but she let me, moaning around me as she tried to take it all. I gave her no choice.

I held her there, watching her throat constrict, watching her eyes go hazy as she fought to breathe around my cock. Her hands scrabbled at my thighs, nails digging in, her body tensing, her moans turning into desperate, wet, choking sounds.

Still nothing.

Still fucking nothing.

Anger curled in my gut, burning through me like gasoline. This wasn’t working. Why the fuck wasn’t this working?

I should’ve been hard as a fucking rock, ready to burst, ready to break them.

Instead, all I could hear was her.

Summer.

The way she used to look up at me when she was on her knees. The way she wanted me. The way she whispered my name like it meant something. I growled, yanking the brunette off my cock so hard she coughed, saliva dripping down her chin. Her eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide with lust.

She thought I was being rough because I liked it. Thought this was me losing control. She was so fucking wrong. “Get on the bed,” I snapped.

She scrambled to obey, breathless, legs shaky.

The blonde smirked, already pulling her dress over her head, baring her tits. “Jesus, I love a brutal man,” she purred, brushing her fingers over my chest. “Make it hurt, baby. I want to see your cock stretching her pussy until she’s screaming.”

I ignored her. Ripped open a condom. Rolled it on. Grabbed the brunette’s hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

Her back arched, hands grabbing the sheets, her whole body jolting forward with the force of it. “FUCK—” she sobbed, pushing back against me. “Jesus, you’re fucking huge—”

I didn’t slow down. Didn’t let her adjust. Didn’t give a single fuck.

I pounded into her, snapping my hips so hard that the bed frame slammed against the wall. The room filled with the sharp, obscene slap of skin on skin, with her breathless, gasping moans.

The blonde moaned beside us, rubbing herself harder while she watched. “That’s it. Fucking wreck her,” she panted, licking her lips. “Then afterwards you can give me my turn.”

I clenched my jaw, thrusting harder, faster, my nails biting into the brunette’s hips. She wailed, her body jerking forward with every brutal snap of my hips, her moans turning into gasps, into broken little cries. I should’ve been close. Should’ve been right on the edge.

I wasn’t.

The blonde next to me moaned her release and fury curled through me, cold and sharp. Why? Why wasn’t this enough? I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and tried to pretend it was Summer’s body shaking under mine. That it was Summer’s moans filling my ears. Her nails clawing at my back.

For a split second, I almost believed it. A rush shot through me, a spark. My thrusts turned frantic. There it was— And then, like a fucking slap to the face, it was gone. I snarled in frustration, shoving the brunette onto her back. Still hard. Still fucking furious.

The blonde giggled beside us, dragging her nails down my chest, her voice sultry. “God, your stamina is insane. You just keep going and going—”

I grabbed her by the throat and shoved her down. “Shut up and suck on her tits.”

She whimpered, but obeyed while the brunette moaned beneath me, her , legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her into the mattress. Hard. Fast. Merciless.

I barely heard her over the slap of skin on skin, over the blonde’s breathless gasps as she suckled on her roommates nipples, her fingers trailing down her friend’s body and slipping between her thighs until she could circle her clit.

“Yes!” the brunette groaned, rubbing her clit as her hips bucked. “God! More! I’m so fucking close,” she blubbered.

I didn’t answer. Didn’t react. I just grabbed her throat, squeezed, and fucked her harder until she choked out a gasp, eyes rolling back. “God, yes,” she sobbed. “Fucking choke me—use me—”

But it still wasn’t enough. Still fucking nothing.

Why? Why wasn’t this working?!

The brunette licked her lips, voice low and teasing. “I think you’re hitting my cervix,” she whispered, arching her back higher. “You’re so fucking deep .”

The blonde moaned at that, twisting her head to face her friend, her lips slick, swollen, wrecked. “I want a turn.”

“Yeah?” the brunette panted, voice filthy. “You want a turn? You're going to make him bruise your pussy until it’s gushing for me, baby.”

“Please,” her roommate whispered, bending to suck on her nipple again. Her friend wrapped her fingers over the back of her neck and pushed her between her legs until blonde hair tickled over my abs and cock.

“Suck my clit,” the brunette ordered. “Make me cum, then you can suck on him.”

A breath hissed out through my clenched lips as she wrapped tightly around me. Her friend’s lips suckled hard on her clit until her thighs jolted and wetness flooded my cock. Sparks lit up my vision—almost.

Almost—

Fuck— I nearly had it, my thrusts quickening, balls slapping against her ass while her friend struggled to hold on to her clit.

The brunette was wailing, but it all blurred as I climbed higher and higher—

Almost there… Until it disappeared and I gritted my teeth as she pushed me back, yanking the blonde off my cock, flipping her onto her stomach. My cock throbbed, aching, fucking furious.

The blonde leaned down, licking a slow, dirty trail up my shaft, humming as she tasted the other girl on my cock.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” the blonde groaned, panting around my cock.

“You like tasting my pussy on his dick, baby?” Her friend responded distractedly. Her fingers were already between her legs, circling and circling to the sight of us. Until her back arched again and she came with a shuddering moan.

The blonde moaned, swirling her tongue over the tip. “Mmm, he tastes like your slutty little cunt.” She flicked her gaze up to me, wicked, teasing. “Bet I can make him come first.”