Page 67 of Our Secret Moments
When I manage to get him down, I climb into his lap, feeling his erection against my core. I pull back from the kiss, biting on his bottom lip as his hands roam around my lower back. My skin erupts with flames as his determined hands find a home on my body, branding me.
He smiles as he looks up at me, his cheeks almost as pink as his lips. His nails dig into my hips, pressing me closer into him as he rests against the couch. “My body fucking aches for you, Catherine. Every part of me.”
I roll myself over his erection on purpose, loving the deep groan I get out of him in response. “Every part of you, huh?” I tease, kissing along his jaw as I slip my hand between our bodies, reaching to where he’s hard and waiting for me. Fuck, he’s huge over his jeans. “What about this part?”
He lets out a low hiss. “Fuck, baby,” he mutters, his head dropping back onto the headrest. It’s the hottest thing I’ve everseen – Connor Bailey unravelled and out of control for one of the first times in his life because ofme. He’s a fucking sight. I stroke him again over his jeans, needing another reaction to know what the hell I’m doing. “You can’t– You can’t do that.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Yes,” he murmurs. I immediately stop what I’m doing, taking my hand away from jeans, feeling the embarrassment all over my body, but he latches onto my wrist, urging me to lock eyes with him. “No. Fuck… I haven’t done this in a while and I know that if you touch me, I’m going to lose my fucking mind, Cat.”
Is it bad that the way he looks like this is paining him is turning me on? I’ve hardly done anything and he already looks like he could finish just like this. Hell, I probably could if I found the right friction.
“Maybe I want that to happen. Maybe I want to see you unravel,” I murmur, kissing across his jaw again. He nods enthusiastically. I let out a laugh. “You’ve got totellme you want this, Connor. I’m not going to do anything unless you tell me.”
“Yes, Catherine. Please,” he whines, practically begging. Pleasure rumbles in my belly as I slowly sink to my knees in front of him, undoing his belt as I go down. He helps me work off his jeans and when his erection finally springs free, I gulp. He’s fucking massive. My mouth instantly dries when I spot the pre-cum dripping off the tip of his cock and I give it a timid stroke. “You can take it, sweetheart, don’t worry.”
I blink up at him and all the nervousness that he had two minutes ago has transferred into me. I’ve given blow-jobs before. This shouldn’t be a hard feat. But it’s Connor andI want to make him feel good. Ineedto make him feel good. He deserves this.
After a few pumps of his shaft, he patiently waits for me to fit him down my throat and allows me to get situated. I mighthave sucked dick before, butthisis something different. Still, Connor’s hand on the back of my neck, helping me ease him down my throat helps me take him to the hilt as my lips stretch over him. My eyes instantly water, but the look on his face and the taste of him makes this feel a million times better.
I let myself get comfortable with the angle first before I started to pump his thick arousal, taking him as deep as I possibly can. When we both settle, his head lolls back and he groans out ‘fuck’ as his hand tightens around my neck. That combined with the way he feels in my mouth is like heaven. My thighs are already aching, slick and wet with need.
I take him out of my mouth for a second, only to circle my tongue around his tip, urging him to look down at me. The picture we’re painting is intensely arousing, just knowing that he’s looking down at me with his face twisted in pleasure as I get him off.
“Catherine,” he mutters, a tortured groan leaving his mouth as I slip him down my throat again making waves flush all across my body. “Fuck. Look at you. You’re doing such a good job, baby.”
His praise only makes me want this more. As his hands tangle in my hair, guiding me to take him deeper and faster, I don’t know what to do with my hands. My clit throbs at the sloppy sounds my mouth is making mixed with his moans. Even with the drool dripping from the side of my mouth, instead of going to wipe it away, my hand slips inside my shorts, needing to give myself some sort of release.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take every inch of me and make sure you come too,” he murmurs, a sexy grin across his face as I continue taking him down my throat as my fingers work over my clit. The second I get too in my head about it, thinking about the what-ifs to oblivion, I realise that all my motions have sloweddown. When I find a rhythm grinding my wetness against his leg instead, I moan around his length. “Yeah, just like that.”
I’m going to make a mess of his pants, but he doesn’t seem to care. The satisfied smile on his face is driving me closer and closer to the edge that I move faster against him, trying to keep up with both of my movements. When his hips buck up, his hand around my neck flexing, I know he’s close.
“Fuck, Catherine,” he mutters, “Will you let me come in your mouth, baby? Or do you not like that?”
The way he asks if I’m okay with it makes my head spin. “Yes,” I muffle, “Please.”
I’m practically choking on him, trying my hardest to keep going and moving my hips at the same time, needing us to finish together.
And we do.
Stars burst behind my eyes the same time he comes down my throat, groaning whilst my thighs can no longer keep up and my orgasm soars right through me. His cum spills down my throat and I swallow all of it, loving the salty taste of him. When he takes his cock out of my mouth he tilts my chin up to him and I rise up on my knees as he leans in to me.
He wipes the side of my mouth, slipping the pad of his thumb into my mouth and I taste the last drop of him. “That was fucking insane, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing his mouth to mine.
“Did you lose your mind like you said you would?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath.
“I don’t think I can even think straight,” he whispers, “You’ve ruined me, Cat.”
You’ve ruined me too,I think to myself.
This is way bigger than either of us would have imagined it would be. It’s not just a hallway crush that I’ve had on him foryears. It’s a real, tangible, physical and emotional thing that I never want to escape from. I just want to be completely his.
But when I look into his eyes, still on my knees, I can’t help but think about the repercussions of this. The line we’ve crossed. I hate how fucking good it feels.
I don’t know how we end up spending the next twenty minutes fighting over the remote for the flatscreen, but we do and I eventually give up.
Connor is insisting on keep his shirt off, no matter how risky it is for him to be here in the first place, so that has been distracting me.