Authors: R.L. Mathewson
It took a minute for her words to sink in
and when they did, he turned the tables on her and pressed her up
against the wall. As he slid his tongue against hers, enjoying the
way she couldn't seem to get close enough to him, he placed his
hands against the wall by her head. After allowing himself another
minute of enjoying her decadent mouth he broke the kiss, but he
didn't go far.
When Rory fisted his hair and yanked him
back for another hungry kiss, he indulged her for another moment
before he pulled back. When she let out a rather vicious growl, he
chuckled and leaned in, but only allowed his lips to brush against
hers. Before she could deepen the kiss, he pulled back.
"Make it worth your while?" he repeated,
making sure that he'd heard her correctly.
"Mmmhmm," she said, moving her good hand
down his neck, over his shoulder and down his chest, her touch
light and teasing as she traced his tattoo.
"So this is my audition?" he asked, loving
the way she touched him.
"Yes."
"What exactly am I auditioning for?" he
asked, already having a pretty good idea, but he wanted to hear it
from her.
"Well, if you pass-"
"I will," he said tightly, insulted that she
expected him to suck in bed.
"-then for the next five months," she
continued as if he hadn't spoken all while she ran her hand down
his chest, "we're going to give in and enjoy this disturbing
attraction that's going on between us."
"Who says that I'm attracted to you?" he
asked softly as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes.
She smiled coyly as her hand slid down
between them and over the erection straining his boxers to get to
her. When she gave it a light, teasing squeeze, the air in his
lungs rushed out as his legs threatened to buckle and drop his ass
to he floor. "This does," the tease said as she slowly stroked him
through his boxers.
He'd heard several men bitch about Rory's
performance in bed. Granted, he beat the shit out of those men, but
not before he got an earful. Seems the men that Rory dated didn't
appreciate an aggressive woman in bed. They wanted a woman that
allowed the man take the lead, call the shots and decide their
pleasure.
They were all fucking idiots.
There was nothing hotter than a woman who
knew what she wanted and went for it. Nothing turned him off more
than a woman that let him call the shots and just laid there while
he took her. It was boring and only made him lose interest faster.
With Rory, he knew that he'd never get bored and taking the next
step with her was dangerous, but he'd worry about that later. Right
now he had the woman of his dreams giving him a chance to fulfill
every fantasy that he'd ever had about her.
"What are the rules?" he asked, already
knowing that Rory had something in mind.
"This doesn't interfere with the project or
our lives," she said, licking her lips as she worked her hand
between his legs and gently massaged his balls, making him hiss in
a breath.
"Fine. What else?" he asked, trying not
groan as she continued to drive him out of his mind. His hands
clenched into fists against the wall as he struggled not to grab
her and turn her around so that he could rip off her panties and
bury himself deep inside of her.
"It's just to get into character. It means
nothing," she said, leaning up to brush her lips against his and
for some reason that pissed him off, but not enough to turn down
what she was offering.
He didn't like the idea of her trying to
play this off as something that she was going to do just for her
project. She wanted him and they both knew it. No matter what she
said, she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. For right now
he'd accept what she had to offer, but sooner or later he knew that
she'd stop kidding herself. He didn't expect a future with her, but
that didn't mean that he was willing to accept anything less than
the truth.
"Anything else?" he asked as she went back
to caressing his cock through his underwear.
"That's it for now," she said, sounding a
little breathless.
"Then since this is my audition," he said,
pausing long enough to break away from her so that he could bend
down and scoop her up into his arms, "I think it's about time that
I showed you what I have to offer."
* * * *
"That's really not necessary," Rory rushed
to explain, so close to crying.
She'd been enjoying herself. Would it have
killed him to let her call the shots? It was probably the only way
that she would have enjoyed herself, but like all the guys before
him, Connor wasn't interested in what she wanted. It was not a good
sign of what was to come, she thought with a small pout. Just once
she'd like to find a man that wasn't greedy in bed and could handle
a woman that knew what she wanted.
When he placed her on her feet, she prepared
herself for a few quick kisses, a couple of gropes before she was
expected to lie on her back and accept what he had to offer her. It
wasn't exactly thrilling and it was starting to kill the mood.
Maybe she should-
"What are you doing?" she found herself
asking when Connor dropped his underwear, revealing the most
impressive erection that she'd ever seen, and simply stood there,
watching her expectantly.
"Letting you call the shots, Rory," he said
with a hungry expression that quickly reignited the flame that had
been threatening to die out only seconds earlier.
"You're going to let me call the shots," she
repeated, clearly not believing him as she ran her eyes over the
hottest body that she'd ever seen. She swore that when her eyes
landed on the large appendage between his legs that it actually
grew, which should have been physically impossible.
"Yes," he said with absolutely no hesitation
as realization dawned on her.
He really didn't know how to use that thing
between his legs.
As depressing as that thought was, and it
really was, she forced herself to push past it and focus on what he
was offering. He might not know how to use it properly, but she was
pretty sure that she could figure it out. She had to bite back a
smile when she realized that this little plan of hers would allow
her to use Connor's incredible body in any way that she wanted and
she definitely wanted.
She held up her hand and crooked a finger.
With one of those sexy grins of his, he walked over to her, pulling
her in his arms even as she reached for him. As his lips met hers,
she couldn't help but sigh. At least he knew how to kiss, but then
again, according to local gossip she shouldn't expect to see much
of that skill later. That was fine, because she was sure that she
could find other things to focus on, she mused as she dropped her
hands away from him.
When she grabbed the hem of her camisole to
pull it up, she found her hands gently brushed away. He continued
to kiss her as he slowly pulled her shirt up, taking his time to
run the back of his knuckles over her stomach and breasts. They
both moaned as his knuckles glided over her nipples, causing the
already sensitive tissue to tighten almost painfully in need.
He broke the kiss, but only long enough to
pull her shirt off and then his mouth was back on hers, taking his
time to tease and caress her tongue as he pulled her closer until
that impressive erection of his was pressed against her stomach. He
felt good against her, but not good enough. She wanted more and had
no problems with taking it.
She just prayed that he'd allow her to enjoy
herself before he took back control and she knew that he would.
There was just no way that Connor was going to be able to sit back
and let her call the shots. His pride wouldn't let him. Until that
moment came, she planned on doing everything that she'd ever
dreamed of and yeah, she'd thought about getting Connor into her
bed a time or two. There weren't many women in town that hadn't,
she reminded herself, not really liking the idea of another woman
fantasizing about him so she forced it out of her mind.
He wasn't hers and most importantly she
didn't want him to be, she told herself as she broke off the kiss
and stepped away from him. She watched as his eyes moved from her
face and slowly traveled down her body. When they reached her
breasts, they became hooded as he hungrily licked his lips.
She couldn't help but wonder just how hungry
he was as she turned around and slowly crawled onto his bed. She
felt the bed dip behind her and wasn't too surprised to feel him
behind her as she lowered herself onto the bed. As she turned to
lie on her back, Connor leaned over and took her mouth in a hungry
kiss, picking up right where they left off as his hand came to rest
on her stomach.
As she enjoyed the way he kissed her, she
waited for his hand to move, knowing that it was just a matter of
time before he tried to take control. When several minutes passed
and he didn't move his hand she was surprised and admittedly
frustrated. While he'd been kissing her, she'd been imaging just
how good it would feel to have his hands roam over her body. It was
something that she desperately wanted.
"Touch me," she whispered against his lips,
loving the little groan that he released as he moved to do just
that.
He trailed his fingers up and between her
breasts. Just when she thought that he was going to put her out of
her misery and touch one of the breasts that craved his touch, he
continued to move his hand up until he was cupping her face, gently
caressing her jaw and ramping up her frustration.
When she reached up to take his hand and put
it exactly where she needed it, he moved his mouth away from hers.
His mouth trailed kisses down to the opposite side of her neck as
his hand moved back down and cupped one of her breasts in his
large, warm hand. She bit back a small cry as she dropped her head
back, giving him more access to kiss, suckle and tease her skin
with his lips and early morning whiskers that were driving her out
of her mind.
His hand, with a slight roughness from years
of hard work, moved from one breast to the other with whisper soft
touches that were only interrupted by the occasional kneading or a
gentle caress. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he
continued to worship her and that's exactly what it felt like.
There were no rushed or awkward moves. Connor was taking his time
learning her body and she honestly couldn't remember ever feeling
more wanted than she did in that moment.
But still she wanted more.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves,
she widened her legs until she felt her right leg brush against his
erection. As she hooked her leg over his, she placed her injured
hand over his roaming hand and with a slight push he took the hint
and allowed her to guide his hand away from her breast, down her
stomach and between her legs where it came to rest over the place
where she needed his touch the most.
Connor pressed one last kiss against her
neck before he pulled away and returned to her mouth as he cupped
her possessively. The pressure felt good, but it felt even better
when he started to rub his hand up and down, teasing her and giving
her what she needed all at once. When she felt his hand move and
start tugging at her panties, she didn't hesitate in raising her
hips and helping him pull her panties down and kicking them off
when they were low enough.
He gave her one last kiss before he pulled
back and looked down to watch as he returned his hand between her
legs. A groan escaped him as he traced her slit with the tip of his
finger. He licked his lips hungrily as her breath sped up and she
registered his erection slowly grinding against her hip.
"You're so fucking wet," he said in a daze
as he slid his finger inside of her and that was all it took.
If she'd been born a male she probably would
have been horrified at how quickly she came, but as her body bowed,
his name left her lips in a half strangled scream and she felt her
body throb almost violently around his finger she couldn't find the
willpower to care. As she screamed through the most powerful orgasm
that she'd ever experienced, she barely registered the fact that
Connor was no longer by her side.
However, when she felt his tongue replace
his finger she definitely registered that move as a second, more
powerful orgasm ripped through her body, leaving her helpless to do
anything but scream.
Chapter 23
"I thought that you were going to let me
call the shots tonight," Rory said, panting hard as he continued to
leisurely lick her out.
"You are," he promised as he pulled back so
that he could trace her slit with the tip of his tongue. "Tell me
to stop and I will," he semi-lied.
He would stop, eventually, but right now he
was enjoying himself too much to really mean it. Making love to her
with his mouth was one of the most pleasurable experiences that
he'd ever had. He'd be honest and admit that this sort of thing
normally wasn't one of his favorite things to do for a woman. It
was usually something he did for a woman he'd been dating for a
while and he only did it when he could no longer pretend that she
was the one that he wanted. By the point that he was willing to do
this for a woman, it had been out of desperation.
No matter what any of his old girlfriends
thought, he tried. God, how he tried to feel something for them, to
want and need them, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. No matter
what they did or said, he could never get past the fact that he
couldn't force himself to feel anything for them. For the longest
time he lived in denial and fear as he tried relationship after
relationship, but nothing changed.
When he was younger he hadn't cared and
never bothered trying, going from one woman to the next had made
little difference to him. Over the years, things changed, he'd
changed and he wanted more in his life, but no matter what he did
nothing changed. He'd dated some wonderful women that would make
any other man drop to his knees and thank god that he was alive,
but not him.