“There’s no delay,” he says and sits back. “I want to make it fun.”
“Uh-oh. Now I’m scared.”
Connor bites his bottom lip, pulls it through his teeth. “I have masks in the back and can code the cameras to record in private. We can watch it later. What do you say?”
HOT. THAT SOUNDS HOT. “I don’t know.” I want to. I want to so badly, but that sounds dangerous. And fun.
“I can make you come in under a minute,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “Nobody will know. Just us. Out here in the middle of nowhere. Recording our porn. With ski masks and none of the fancy premeditated crap.” He bites his bottom lip. “Come on, baby, say you want to have fun with me.”
“Okay.”
“You won’t regret this.” He grins and steps out of the car. The trunk is popped open, then closed. Connor opens the car door for me. He holds up two balaclavas and says. “Put this on, then press the blue button on the screen.”
I do as he asks. When I get out of the car, we’re both wearing masks that cover our mouths. We face each other, and I become painfully aware that I’ve been working for the last twelve hours. He’s freshly showered, his hair still a little wet.
Neither of us moves.
His blue eyes shine brightly in the moonlight. My breasts tingle, anticipating his touch. Strong hands grab my hips, and Connor presses me against the car the same way he pressed Pete. There’s a bulge in his pants, and I wonder if it’s me or violence that turned him on.
“You make me want you,” he says. The ski masks cover our mouths, which is a blessing because Connor presses his lips over mine as he tugs the drawstring of my scrubs.
“We should pull over to the side of the road,” I say. “Instead of parking in the middle.”
“Why?”
“So…” My pants slide down my legs, followed by my underwear. Connor wedges his hand between my legs. A long finger probes my entrance before it slips inside me.
I suck in a breath. He pumps me for a few seconds, and I almost come on his fingers from the sudden rush of excitement. That would be embarrassing. Luck is on my side tonight because Connor withdraws his finger. He pulls down his mask so he can lick the digit.
“I fucking knew it. Tastes like cherry blossom. Your shampoo.”
My shampoo? I frown, but I don’t have time to think about what he said because Connor kneels and removes my right sneaker. He takes the pants off my right leg, but keeps the other sneaker on, so my pants are bunched around one ankle.
He lifts my right leg and puts it on his left shoulder.
With his balaclava pulled down, his mouth is exposed.
Blue eyes look up at me as he leans in toward my mound. I can feel the heat crawling across my face.
“Under a minute, remember?” he asks, warm breath caressing my folds.
“I remember.”
“I need a little more pressure.” He hands me his gun. I try to refuse, but he holds my wrist. “You don’t have to pull the trigger. But you can, if you want to. Just be sure you hold it at my temple while I’m eating you out.”
“Connor, I really…”
He strikes his watch and says, “Let’s do this.” He latches on to my clit and sucks it inside his mouth. Two long fingers slide into me and pump, stroking places in my channel that make me want to beg him to fuck me. I hold the barrel of the gun at his temple, but quickly dump it on the seat behind me so I can rest my hands on his head. He sucks my clit and flicks his tongue fast, building up my orgasm, mini tremors already starting to shake the leg I stand on.
My knee buckles, so now he has to hold me up as I grip his hair with both hands to keep his face pressed against my pussy.
“Connor,” I whisper.
He grunts.
“Connor, I’m coming.”
He growls into my clit. It makes it vibrate.