Page 31 of Connor's Claim
Connor rasped in my ear, “You’re fucking soaking, Everly. Is that from the sex show or from feeling me underneath ye and wishing my dick was inside ye?”
His fingers skimmed my clit, the touch light but sending pleasure spiralling through me. My pulse sped, and I dropped my head back to Connor’s shoulder, facing away from him though I craved something I knew I’d never get. A kiss. His lips on mine.
“Watch them,” he urged.
I blinked my eyes open, not realising they’d closed. My chest rose and fell, but I managed to focus again on Tabitha and her men. The naked man had reached the apex of her thighs, and he licked her with his tongue flat and his expression rapturous. The suited man gripped her throat, his trousers open and his dick in his hand. He spoke low and urgent in her ear, the words not audible, but Tabitha’s reaction making it clear. She reclined on the daybed, her legs spread wide and her body completely uncovered.
One of them must’ve stripped her when I’d been distracted.
The men fell on her like wolves. The first suckled her pussy, his mouth fused. The second fed her his dick, her head tipped back to take him into her mouth, deep into her throat. God, I’d never done that.
I couldn’t look away. It was too compelling. So sexy and far, far beyond anything I’d ever done.
As if he sensed my changing priorities, Connor released his tight hold on me and gripped my throat like the tattooed man had done.
“I’m going to strip this dress off ye. Fight me and I’ll fucking shred it so ye have to walk back upstairs naked.”
I trembled and bent forward to allow him to unzip me, then shuffled it under my ass and over my head, leaving me in just the underwear he’d chosen for me. He rumbled approval, caressing my breasts so my nipples hardened through the thin material of the bra.
Under me, Connor’s dick pulsed.
It was so hard to imagine he was into me still, but the proof was there. Not only in this moment but from what I’d woken up to this morning as well.
“Why did you come on me last night?” I gasped.
“I was horny. Ye were there. It was cheaper than porn.”
I recoiled, hating his words.
“Fuck’s sake. Bite back, Ev.”
The endearment flipped my emotions completely, and I spluttered a laugh, followed by, “Asshole.”
I didn’t believe his intention. Not entirely. Maybe I had just been a convenient body to help him over the ledge in a building where he didn’t mess with the women.
His fingers returned to my pussy, both hands now, gripping my thighs to lower me down his body a little further, then returning to feel me up. His Saltire tattoo showed through the gauzy material of my knickers as he got his fingers slick.
“Like ye weren’t checking me out yesterday when I stripped my shirt,” he taunted. “I saw your reaction. Then I walked in on ye in the shower, moaning my name while doing this.”
He thrust two fingers straight inside me.
I moaned, the intrusion sparking fires throughout my central nervous system. Connor worked my clit with his other hand, timing it with his finger thrusts. His actions made an indecent sound, and I would’ve died of embarrassment if it hadn’t felt so good.
With his face, he nudged me to pay attention again.
In the other room, Tabitha was now upright on her knees, the tattooed guy lining his dick up from behind and the other man kneeling in front of her. He was already inside her, I realised in a rush. His dick moved in and out of her pussy while he toyed with her breasts, tugging on her nipples in time.
“The second man, is he going to…?” I asked.
“Fuck her arse? No. Both are going in her pussy. She can take them. She owns these men.” He added a third finger, stretching me wide. “I wonder if your tight little pussy wants the same. If ye ever imagined two at once. A dick and a vibrator, maybe.”
I whimpered, and the hot spiralling heat of an approaching orgasm had me mindlessly rolling my hips and grinding on Connor.
“That’s it, lass. Brush that perfect arse up and down my dick while I finger-fuck ye.”
My ass wasn’t perfect. It was too big.
I cringed in on myself.