Authors: R.L. Mathewson
He hadn't been able to return their feelings
and it just about killed him when he couldn't force himself to love
them. He could easily think of five of his ex-girlfriends that
would have probably given him a good life as they grew old
together, but he hadn't felt anything for them. He couldn't love
them. Hell, he couldn't even get it up for them without thinking
about the woman currently running her fingers through his hair as
she urged him to continue with soft little moans that had his cock
jerking in appreciation.
This was the woman that his body craved day
and night and it would accept no substitutes. It was something that
he'd have to worry about, but later. Right now he was going to
enjoy the freedom to touch her. Whatever happened later he'd deal
with it. Right now, nothing else mattered but the woman moaning his
name.
"Stop," Rory said, panting hard as she tried
to catch her breath.
Stopping was the last thing that he wanted
to do, but he did. He wasn't an asshole and would never force a
woman to do anything that she didn't want. It was a struggle, but
he somehow managed to pull away from her.
As soon as he made a move to go to her and
make sure that she was okay, he found himself shoved down onto his
back. By the time the movement registered in his mind, Rory was
already climbing over him and gripping his cock by the base as her
pert little ass wiggled above his face. He didn't waste any time in
raising his face to continue lapping at her slit as his arms
wrapped around her body, holding her still.
"So much better," Rory said on a throaty
whisper as she stroked his cock.
When she ran her tongue from the head to the
base, his hips jerked up in response and when she wrapped her lips
around the tip and lightly suckled, he swore that he saw God. As
his head hit the bed he brought her down with him, too greedy for
her to allow even a second of separation.
Her hard nipples brushed against his
stomach, back and forth as she moved her mouth over his cock,
taking it as far as her talented mouth would allow while she rode
his mouth. He gripped her ass, restraining some of her movements so
that he could slide his tongue in and out of her core to mimic what
she was doing to his cock.
He ran his tongue slowly between her slit,
loving the moan Rory released around his cock. What she was doing
to him felt fucking fantastic, but what he was doing to her was
life altering. As they both took their time licking, suckling and
nibbling, the only sounds that could be heard in his room were
moans, groans and whispered pleads never to stop.
* * * *
A loud cry escaped her lips as she struggled
to continue giving him pleasure, but she couldn't. She just
couldn't take it any longer. With another strangled cry, she
released him from her mouth and was forced to rest her head on his
hip less than an inch from the large erection that she'd been
worshipping only seconds earlier. Her body tightened as her back
bowed, seconds away from what she already knew would be another
powerful orgasm.
She bit her lip as she pleaded with her body
to hurry before he stopped and she knew that he would stop. He
hadn't yet, but in a few seconds he would realize that she'd
stopped pleasuring him and he would demand that she continue. Men
could be selfish jerks, she thought as she licked her lips
hungrily.
Just when she thought that he was finally
going to stop, he didn't. Oh no, not even close. His arms tightened
around her, holding her securely against him as he devoured her and
there really was no other way to describe what the man was doing to
her. It felt good, so good......too good.
She tried to pull away, but the damn man
refused to give her an inch. Her good hand clenched into a fist,
gripping the soft comforter in a death grip as a scream of pleasure
like nothing she'd ever heard before ripped from her throat, taking
her breath away. The surge of pleasure that rocked her body left
her boneless and barely able to softly cry "Stop" as Connor
continued, making her body prepare for another orgasm that would no
doubt kill her.
"Shhh, baby, it's okay," Connor said
soothingly as he pulled away and gently rolled her off and onto her
back where she lay panting as her overstimulated mind tried to
figure out what just happened.
Connor hadn't stopped, hadn't demanded that
she continue pleasuring him or thrown a fit. Instead, he did
everything that he could to make sure that she enjoyed herself. Why
did he have to keep confusing her? she wondered as Connor laid by
her side and pulled her into his arms. He gently brushed her hair
out of her face as he pressed a tender kiss against her lips all
while the proof that the man hadn't found any relief pressed
against her hip.
"You okay?" he asked, giving her another one
of those tender kisses that she was really starting to like.
"Mmmmhmmm," she sighed happily as she found
herself leaning in and kissing him. More than okay, she thought as
she wondered just what else the women in town had lied about.
Clearly someone had lied about his aversion to kissing and
foreplay, but now wasn't the time to worry about that. Right now,
she couldn't think past how good he made her feel, how much she
wanted him, needed him and suddenly nothing else mattered but
them.
Connor growled in approval as he returned
her kiss and his cock brushed against her too sensitive skin. She
reached between them as they took their time kissing and when she
found what she was looking for, she didn't hesitate in running her
hand over it. She couldn't remember enjoying the way a man felt in
her hands like this before. The hot, silky skin that covered the
large erection felt incredible and she realized as she took her
time running her hand over him that she wasn't in a rush to finish
this.
She'd done this for most of her boyfriends,
well, the ones that she'd become intimate with, but she'd never
really enjoyed the act. It was difficult to enjoy something when
all she heard were complaints or aggravated groans. Then again,
when she usually did this sort of thing for a man she didn't
usually enjoy it, but with Connor she was finding herself aching
all over for him.
It shouldn't be possible, especially not
after the incredible orgasms that he'd just given her, but she
couldn't help it. The sexy little growls he made every time her
hand skimmed over the large head had her shifting her legs as she
tried to ignore the need growing inside of her until she couldn't
ignore it any longer.
They were both breathing hard, the kiss
becoming more aggressive as Connor reached between them and cupped
her between her legs, careful not to get in the way of what she was
doing for him. She tried to be good, tried to stay still, but when
he ran one long, thick finger between her folds she was lost. She
shifted her legs, desperate to give him more access. He growled
approvingly as he slid his finger inside of her, matching the way
she was moving her hand over him. She knew that if they continued
like this that they'd enjoy it, but she wanted more.
Unable to wait another minute, she released
him and hooked her leg over his hip. With a gentle nudge, she had
him turning over onto his back. He removed his hand from between
her legs so that he could wrap his arms around her and take her
with him, which was more than fine with her.
Better than fine actually.
Praying that he didn't change his mind about
letting her take charge, desperately needing him to keep that
promise, she shifted back, rolling her hips with the movement. When
she slid over his erection they both groaned long and loud and when
she moved to do it again, the large tip of his erection came to
rest at her core.
"Are you sure?" Connor asked, against her
mouth.
Was she?
"Yes," she said on a harsh whisper as she
pushed back, taking the large tip inside of her.
His loud groan encouraged her to take more,
but the problem was that he was a bit bigger than she was used to,
but she didn't allow that to discourage her. She wanted this man
and she was going to make damn sure that she had him.
For their deal of course.
They had to appear as though they were
really dating and what better way than to have sex? she reasoned as
she practically clawed at him, desperate for him. This was crazy,
but right now she didn't care. Nothing else mattered, not the fact
that she hated this man, that they weren't really in a
relationship, or the fact that they were about to do something
foolish.
A startled gasp escaped her lips as Connor
suddenly thrust, filling her halfway. In the next second she found
herself on her back and Connor pulling out only to thrust back in,
filling her better than any man had before. As she lay there,
digging her nails into his back as he stretched her a little too
much, she was torn between screaming in frustration and screaming
at him to move. He said that he'd allow her to take the lead, but
obviously that was-
He rolled them over until she found herself
splayed on top of him. "It's all yours, baby, but you gotta move
before I lose my fucking mind," he groaned softly against her lips
as his hands moved up to cup her face while he kissed her.
It took her a few seconds to realize what
he'd said and done and when she did, she couldn't help but release
a satisfied moan as she tentatively rolled her hips. His answering
groan was all the encouragement that she needed to continue. She
might not be experienced in this position, but she was more than
willing to keep doing it until she got it right, she decided with a
throaty groan as Connor slid one hand between them and cupped her
breast as the other one moved down her back and palmed her ass as
she rode him.
"Don't stop, Rory," he said on a groan as he
moved his mouth to her neck just as she registered his hand leaving
her bottom and moving up her body to palm her other breast.
"Or what?" she asked breathlessly as she
picked up the pace, taking him deeper and harder each time.
"I'll wring your neck," he promised tightly
as he moved his mouth back to hers, kissing her and sending her
over the edge.
She felt him grow inside of her and if
Connor hadn't suddenly released her breasts to cup her face and
keep her mouth right where it was, she probably would have screamed
in pleasure, well, screamed louder. He felt so good, sliding in and
out of her as the large velvety head rubbed against her in just the
right way. She tried to make it last longer, but the second that
she heard her name leave his lips in a strangled growl, she lost
it.
A violent orgasm tore through her, leaving
her breathless and unable to so much as move as pleasure assaulted
her body. She never broke away from Connor's mouth, somehow knowing
that it wouldn't be as good without this connection. Everything
about this moment felt perfect, felt right. She couldn't explain
it, didn't want to look too deeply into it and wreck this
moment.
She just wanted to keep pretending that he
meant nothing to her and that she wasn't starting to care for him.
It was just sex and something that she needed to do for her
project, her dream. As long as she could do that then everything
would be fine.
Long after their bodies were sated, she lay
on top of him, kissing him leisurely as she enjoyed the way that he
held her. For several minutes she allowed him to hold her, comfort
her and make her feel wanted, loved and cherished, but all too soon
she realized that she didn't have an excuse to remain in his arms.
The sex was easy to excuse since she fully planned on enjoying his
incredible body during this deal of theirs, but cuddling
afterwards?
No, she couldn't explain that and she'd be
damned if she let Connor know just how badly he was affecting her.
She allowed herself one more minute in his arms before she broke
the kiss off and moved to crawl off him when his arms tightened
around her.
"Where are you going?" he asked softly.
"Home. I have somewhere to be," which was
actually true. In fact, if she didn't move her ass now, grab a
quick shower, feed bunny and put him out, break a few speed laws
and stop along the way to pick up coffee and donuts since it was
her week, she was going to have five very pissed off brothers to
deal with.
"No, you're staying with me," Connor said
matter-of-factly, leaning up to press a kiss against her lips as he
turned them over so that they were lying on their sides, facing
each other.
"No," she said on an exasperated sigh as she
tried to move out of his arms only to find herself held securely in
place, "I'm not. I have somewhere I have to be."
"Then I guess you're going back on our
deal," he said with a little shrug even as he pulled her closer
until her breasts were pressed against his chest.
"How exactly am I going back on our deal by
leaving?" she asked, cuddling up closer to him for warmth of
course. It didn't matter that it was probably seventy degrees in
his room.
"Because it's part of our agreement," he
said as he leaned in and pressed one of those tender kisses that
she loved, against her forehead.
"No."
"Of course it is," he said, pushing her hair
away from her face.
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is," the infuriating man said as he
reached down and took her good hand into his and entwined their
fingers together.
"We agreed to sleep together?" she asked,
too exhausted to hide the confusion in her tone.
"Yes."
For a moment she couldn't answer as she
quickly ran the conversation that they'd had before the best sex of
her life through her head. She couldn't for the life of her figure
out what the hell he was talking about. "When?"
"It was part of our new agreement."
"Um, no it wasn't," she said, wracking her
brain once again since she had been rather distracted during that
conversation, but she was sure that she'd remember agreeing to
sleep with him after sex. Not that she was really going to
complain, much, since it gave her the excuse that she wanted to
stay in his arms.