Page 30 of Take Me Slowly, Part 1 (Aurora Hollow duet #1)

LEAH

"Connor."

He caught the side of my face with his hand before I could look toward the road.

"No one's here. Take them off."

I only hesitated for a moment longer before I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings and pushed them, and my panties, down to my ankles.

"That's it. Spread those legs for me." He leaned back to get a good look as I parted my knees. "You're fucking soaked. You liked me fucking your mouth, didn't you? Open those lips and show me how wet you are."

I reached down with both hands and pushed the sides of my pussy open. The breeze on my damp skin was cool, but the rest of me was on fire. If he didn't touch me soon, I might combust.

"Gorgeous." He kneeled down on the grass in front of me and gripped my thighs in his large hands before pressing his mouth between my legs. He ran the tip of his tongue down my slit and back up again. "Delicious." He teased my clit with his tongue, drawing it between his lips and sucking.

"Does that feel good?" He looked up at me.

"So good," I said softly. "More, please."

"Polite." He dove back in, devouring me with his lips and tongue, sliding a finger inside, then another. "The next time I put any part of me inside you, it will be my cock. You want that, don't you? Tell me how much you want my cock."

"I want… Your cock." I could barely think straight, much less conjure the words.

But it was true, I did want to feel him inside me.

And Riley. An image of Josiah popped into my head, his dark eyes looking down at me as he thrust slowly.

I wasn't used to wanting anyone like this, or being wanted. A girl could get addicted.

"Good girl," he said. "Of course you do. When the time is right, I'll give it to you." He dipped his head then, focusing on fucking me with his hand and tongue, hooking his fingers around to stroke my G spot.

"Mmm, yes," I breathed.

He slipped his fingers out and placed his hands under my thighs to lift them over his shoulders. I had to put my hands to either side of me on the chair to keep from tipping back, while he devoured me like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

"Connor," I whispered. "I'm going to?—"

"Not yet," he said, his voice muffled by my pussy. "I haven't finished yet."

I rolled my head back and stared up at the sky to keep from falling over the edge. My whole body tingled, burned and ached with need. Desperate for release.

"Please," I whispered.

"Not yet." He worked me harder, driving me closer and closer. I had to draw on every drop of self-control to keep from coming.

Right when I was about to shatter, in spite of myself, he pulled away.

"Maybe I should wait until Riley is here."

I glared at him. "If you're not going to?—"

He grinned. "You're not going to finish yourself, if I have to…" He reached into the pocket in the back of his jeans and pulled out a length of narrow rope.

I blinked a couple of times and stared at him. "What are you doing?"

He eased my legs down off his shoulders and pulled me forward, gripping both of my wrists with one hand.

"Making sure you don't touch yourself." He wound the rope around my wrists and pulled it tighter.

"I have to pack up my things," I argued.

"I'll pack them up." He tied a neat knot in the rope.

"What about my clothes?" I leaned forward and started trying to tug them back into place.

"Oh no, don't do that." He grabbed my ankle and eased my leggings and panties off over my shoe, then the other one.

"I'm not going into town half-naked," I protested.

He laughed before throwing my clothes into my bag and starting to pack everything away. "Yes, you are."

"You're a prick," I told him. My body was aching and he was happy to torture me?

That made him laugh harder. "Have you just figured that out?"

Careful of the still wet paint, he placed the canvas in the back seat of his truck, and everything else in the foot well.

"Need a hand getting in?" He looked smug as fuck.

"I'm going to leave a puddle on your seat," I said with my eyes narrowed.

"Good." He strode over to me, scooped me up and placed me on the seat before fixing my seatbelt into place. "You look good like that." He patted the side of the car before closing the door and going back to get my chair.

"Where are we going?" I asked once we were back on the road. "There's going to be people at the other end of the zip line."

"Good, they can watch." He didn't seem even slightly concerned. "In case you hadn't noticed, I have a thing for that. Nothing wrong with it. There's an Internet full of people who like to be watched."

"This should probably be where I tell you that you won't have any trouble finding someone who also likes being watched," I said.

"But you're not going to because…why?" He slid a look over to me before turning his attention back to the road. "Let me guess, Leah fucking Kent has a thing for it too."

"I don't know what I have a thing for," I confessed. "I guess I don't hate this."

I nodded down toward my bound wrists. "Maybe even being half-naked on a public road." No one in the cars passing the other way could tell I was sitting there with a bare, saturated pussy. Watching them fly past was strangely arousing.

"I don't hate it either," he said.

"Shouldn't you be sitting with your pants off?" I reasoned.

"Probably," he agreed. "Next time. You can suck me off while I drive."

"On a mountain road? That sounds dangerous," I said without thinking. "Wait, I just remembered who I'm talking to. Of course that's something you'd do."

"Without doubt." He slowed the car and took the bend. "I'm getting hard thinking about it." The growing tent in the front of his jeans was evidence of that.

"Is there anything you wouldn't do?" I asked.

"I wouldn't eat pig brains." He grimaced. "Or cockroaches. Or those hundred-year-old egg things. I prefer a rush of adrenaline, not a rush of vomit."

I snort-laughed. "That's something we can agree on. I prefer a technicolour canvas to a technicolour yawn."

"This conversation is making my cock deflate," he said.

"We should talk about something else." I shifted in my seat, glad the cover was comfortable against my bare ass.

"Better yet, we don't talk at all." He slowed the car and turned into the car park beside the buses.

I swallowed as we drove by them, aware if anyone could see down into the car, it would be the bus drivers. I carefully kept my hands over my lap, trying my best to cover my bare pussy.

"Good timing," Connor said as he killed the engine. A stream of tourists filed past, heading onto the buses and over to their own vehicles.

"There goes your audience," I remarked.

He grinned over at me. "Charlie and Seth are still here."

He pushed out of the car and waved to Riley before opening my door. "I brought you a present."

His hand on the roof of the car, Riley ducked his hand and looked inside. He saw me sitting there and grinned.

"I like this present. How thoughtful of you."

All I could do was smile back.

"I thought you'd like to see her come."

Without stopping to look whether the staff were watching, Connor grabbed my legs, turned me sideways and knelt down in front of me. As if he hadn't stopped at all, he dove back between my legs with his mouth and hand.

"You're the best." Riley leaned on the door of the truck and watched. "Seth, Charlie, see both of you later." He raised a hand in a wave.

"Later." Seth's voice was so close. I couldn't see him, but if he looked just the right way, he could probably see me. He must have seen Connor kneeling there, feasting on me.

"Don't do anything we wouldn't do." Charlie's voice was just as close, her words ending in a laugh.

"Too late for that," Riley said. He looked back at me and smiled. "Can you untie her hands? I need to see her touch those nipples of hers."

Keeping his mouth in place, Connor slid his fingers out of me and quickly worked the rope loose.

I shook out my hands to get the blood flow back again, while Connor pulled down the front of my shirt and bra, exposing my breasts.

"Touch them." Riley nodded at me.

I rolled my nipples between my thumb and forefinger, savouring the added surge of desire that passed through me.

"Are you close to coming?" Riley asked.

"So close," I said breathlessly.

Connor pushed me harder, driving his hand in and out of me while sucking and biting my clit.

I put my head back as a wave of pleasure washed over me, shattering me into more pieces than there were stars in the sky. Breaking me thoroughly before putting me back together, bit by bit. My vision went dark and nothing existed but bliss, and the press of fabric against my skin.

After the longest time, I came back to earth, gasping and blinking, the wave trickling slowly out the tips of my toes.

"She does that so well," Riley remarked.

"So fucking well," Connor agreed. He pressed his mouth against the inside of my thigh, kissing the skin there. "I didn't want you to miss seeing that."

"I'm glad I didn't," Riley said. "That was fucking everything."

"That wasn't everything," Connor said. "It was just the start."

"Hell yeah it was," Riley agreed. He leaned over and squinted at me, his gaze on my face. "Is that?—"

"Yes it is." Connor looked smug. "We started without you, but I didn't want to finish without you." He pulled out his phone and showed Riley the photo he took earlier, when the cum was fresh and wet.

"You're my hero." Riley patted his shoulder.

"There's room for more." Connor stood and stepped out of the way.

"This day just keeps getting better." Riley undid the front of his jeans and pulled his cock out. He wrapped his hand around it and pumped, thickening it, while keeping the tip pointing at me.

"Sit forward. Yeah, just like that." He brought the head of his cock closer to my breasts, rubbing the slit around them and over my nipples. Leaving a trail of pre-cum on my skin.

"We're all artists today," Connor said. "I don't mean bullshit artists."

Riley and I both choked out laughs.

"That's a matter of opinion," I said.

"Just for that." Riley grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock against my lips. "Open up."

When I opened my mouth, he shoved his cock inside, all the way to the back of my throat. "That's the best way to shut up a smart mouth. Right, Con?"

"She looks good with your dick down her throat," Connor said.

Riley regarded me. "She really does." Holding my head, he fucked my mouth harder, making me gag over and over before he pulled out and came over my breasts. Leaving a string of cum from one nipple to the other.

"She looks good like that too." Connor looked satisfied. He held up his phone. "I'm not going to show this to anyone," he said before taking another photo of me.

"You better not," I growled. This wasn't something I needed the whole world to see.

Connor just smiled and tucked his phone away.