I should ask about him, I tell myself, as I fight the urge tocome all over his fingers, which is getting stronger and stronger every second. I don't know who or what he's been doing. But before I can ask he tells me. "Had my new team physical last week. They always do a panel. Clean, and you've been the only girl in a couple months," he replies. "But princess, if I'm fucking you bare, then I'm not going back to condoms. I won't be able to. So you're mine and only mine until this ends."
"I agree to your terms and conditions," I promise him and he smiles against my mouth. I can't see it but it feels cocky and it's such a turn-on I whimper. "Signed, princess."
“Holy fuck,” he slaps my hand off his dick.
He's panting now, like a feral animal, and he starts moving as erratically as a caged one. His hands are everywhere, yanking and tugging and moving me. He manages to get one of my legs free from my jeans, cupping my ass, and lifts me further up the wall, pushing his hips under me, and then, he's slipping into me. Not his fingers, but his cock, hard and fast, over and over.
There wasn’t even a moment of burn from the abruptness because I’m so wet for him. I wrap my arms around his neck as my legs circle his hips and he grunts and bites my neck and whispers perfectly obscene things into my ear. “You’re so goddamn perfect. You feel like you were built for me. God I can’t stop looking at you… at me coated in you…”
My eyes flutter open and I realize his forehead is on my shoulder, his face looking down, eyes narrowed in the small space between us where he can see his cock slide in and out of me. When he finally lifts his head, the look in his eyes is… awe, desire, lust, and something else… something that may begin with the same letter as lust but is so much more scary.
The back of my head taps the wall with a thump as I beg, “Touch my clit.”
“Gotta hold you up baby,” he reminds me why his hands are occupied. But then he smooshes me harder into the wall, hiswhole body flat against mine and he changes the angle of his hips as he pushes up into me and… ohmyfuckinggod. There’s friction against my clit and the tip of his cock is punching a button inside of me that instantly launches me into orbit.
“Conner, oh my god, Conner,” I chant over and over as I come harder than I have in my life.
He swears over and over. “Mac, you’re so tight I can’t… oh fuck… Jesus Christ… I’m coming.”
We must look insane, half our clothes on, half of them off as we cling to each other fiercely and make obscene sounds and swear into the abyss. I feel him lower me back to the ground, my feet land on the tile, and I realize for the first time I have one boot on and one-off. He slowly tugs up his joggers but I don't reach for my own pants, dangling off my one boot-clad leg. I just watch him and revel in the fact that he seems as shaky as I feel. His orgasm wrecked him as much as mine did me. I wonder if the emotions swirling around his head and heart are as wild as mine are too.
He looks down at me, pressing our foreheads together for a second before he swoops me up like I’m a bride on her wedding day. I want to argue but honestly, my legs are still so shaky I might collapse if I try and climb the stairs myself.
He carries me up. “I’m spending the night.”
“Good.”
I feel like there’s more to say, but neither of us says it. We just get inside my apartment, peel off what’s left of our clothes, and crawl into bed together.
Chapter 26
Conner
Ifeel hungover when I wake up. My head is achy, my muscles are tight and sore at the same time. And I’m ravenous. Not just for food. I roll over and find her curvy body warm and naked beside me. Yeah, this is heaven.
My lips press into the crook of her neck and she sighs and stretches and then curls over onto her side, giving me her back. I don’t think it’s a cock block though because she pushes the swell of her ass into my morning hard-on. “Morning princess.”
“You have got to stop with that,” she murmurs. “Mac. Say it with me M-A-C.”
“Mac. Mackenzie. Mackenzie Gabrielle Larue.” I kiss her neck between her nickname, her full first name, and after I say her entire name, I kiss her gently on the mouth because she’s turned to look at me over his shoulder.
“How do you know my full name?”
“Because you picked your new middle name when they were doing the paperwork for your adoption,” I say, moving to kiss her shoulder as my hand slides over her hip, fingertips dancing over her belly button. “I remember my mom saying how sweet it was that you picked your mom’s name as a middlename. And then I asked if I could pick a new middle name and they said no.”
She laughs quietly. “What would you have picked?”
“Iron-Man,” I confess and her giggles get louder. I bite her shoulder. “I was eight. Cut me some slack.”
She giggles harder and I slip a hand between her legs and that shuts her up. Well, actually it doesn’t. The giggles turn to breathy pants and I like that much better.
We have morning sex, and it's the best morning sex of my life. We're both slow and lazy and yeah, sliding into her without a barrier will never get old. It's my new favorite thing. That and the way we both seem to be bare in other ways too.
I pin her wrists above her head on the bed and pump into her slowly, making every stroke count. When she comes I lift her left leg over my shoulder to get deeper and let the tight pulse of her pussy draw my own orgasm out of me. I come with a shudder and collapse onto her, moving only once my cock has slipped out of her on its own.
"I have to get back to Portland," I begrudgingly admit. "It's an off day but I have a media thing to do. Twenty questions with the Instagram team."
“You should thrilled.” She smiles.