“Good.” Connor pushes the sleeves off of my shoulders, the dress sliding down so that the neckline hovers at the tops of my breasts. “What do you want tonight, though, Saoirse?” His lips brush over my ear again, his hands keeping my dress from falling just yet. “Do you want me to finger you to an orgasm, rub your clit until you scream, like that first night in the elevator?”
My stomach tightens, my thoughts suddenly a jumble as his lips slide to the soft spot at my jaw. “Or maybe you want me to eat you out?” His other hand wraps around my waist, his erection brushing against my ass, the cool air of the room on my bare back. “Do you want me to lick that virgin pussy before I fuck it?”
“Connor—”
“Do you want me to make you come over and over?” He kisses the side of my throat, my shoulder, and then spins me around so that I’m facing him, my lips slightly parted as I wrestle with my rapidly growing arousal.
His eyes harden, his mouth twitching as he looks down at my flushed face. “Or do you want me to just get it over with?” he asks coolly. “It doesn’t matter to me.”
My chest clenches hard at that, and I have to grit my teeth to fight back the wave of tears that threaten. “Just get it over with,” I force out, making my tone as careless as I can manage, even if my throat feels choked. “It’s just to consummate things.”
That feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever said. I want to beg him to kiss me all over, to ease the way my skin suddenly feels too tight for my body, to suck my aching nipples, caress and lick my pussy with fingers and tongue, make me come until I’m soft and ready and open for him, and then fuck me until I come again with him buried deeply inside of me.
That’s what I imagined, all the nights that I dreamed of what my wedding night could be like with Liam. It’s what I’d almost dared to hope for, when the sparks flew between Connor and I.
But I’m not going to fucking beg.
“If you want to hurry up and get this done,” I say archly, “then just do that. I’ll save all my screaming and orgasms for someone else.”
I feel Connor tense at that, his hands tightening on my waist. “Oh?” he asks silkily, pushing my sleeves down my arms. “You weren’t hoping for pleasure tonight?” He lets my dress fall, smirking as it slithers down my body into a heap of lace on the floor, taking in the sight of my breasts in the white lace balconet bra embroidered with flowers, the lacy white waist cincher and garter, the white lace thong.
“Your lingerie says otherwise,” he says, his voice thick, rough velvet as he grabs my hips, backing me towards the bed. “Your lingerie looks like a woman who wants to get fucked.”
I gasp as the back of my legs hit the soft duvet, and Connor pushes me back, so that I land on my ass on the mattress. His hands are on my inner thighs in an instant, spreading me wide as he kneels between my legs, and I close my eyes tightly as I know what he’ll see there—the lace of my thong already clinging to my folds, my pussy already wet from the way he kissed and touched me as he undressed me.
“You don’t want me to go down on you?” he asks as he kisses first one inner thigh and then the other, his breath warm on my skin as his lips slide higher. “You don’t want me to lick your wet little clit? It must be throbbing by now,aching. I could run my tongue over it for you, suck, give you a little relief—”
“No,” I grind out, refusing to give an inch. Refusing to beg, to give him this much power over me. I’ll never hear the end of it if I do. “I don’t care. I don’t need you to do that. Just fuck me, so we can—ah—”
My breath catches despite myself as his lips slide up my inner thigh, carefully avoiding my pussy, but I can feel the heat of his breath on my panties. I clench my jaw, trying not to gasp or moan, trying not to lift my hips up towards his mouth as he slides both hands under my thighs, spreading them wider as he moves to kiss the other one.
“Are yousure?” he growls, looking up at me, and as I open my eyes I feel a little faint. I’ve never seen anything as gorgeously erotic as Connor McGregor kneeling between my spread thighs, still fully dressed in his wedding suit, his tie slightly askance and his auburn hair falling messily over my brow as he looks up at me with his piercing blue eyes and asks me in no uncertain terms if I want him to lick my pussy.
I can see the tattoos on his neck peeking out from the crisp collar of his shirt, the black ink on the backs of his rough hands a sharp contrast to my pale soft skin, and I feel as if I’m going to lose my mind with desire. He’s a perfect study in opposites, a rich man in a bespoke suit with messy hair and rough hands and inked skin, a man who I know could devastate me with pleasure if I get him to lose control, and I want it. I want it so fucking badly I could scream.
I’ve waited long enough. I want to know what this feels like, and I want to know itall. And for tonight, Connor McGregor is going to give it to me.
I reach down, running my fingers through his thick, soft auburn hair, and I gasp as his tongue traces a line up my inner thigh.
“Yes,” I gasp, arching my back as his lips stop a hair’s breadth from my panties. “I want you to lick my pussy, Connor. I want you to eat me out until I scream. And then I want you to teach me exactly what it feels like to get fucked.”
“Saoirse—”
My hand tightens in his hair. “We can be the passionless business associates later, Connor. I know you know how to fuck. And you’re going to fuckme, here, tonight. I’ve waited long enough. I want to know what it feels like–and you’re going to show me.”
Connor looks up at me, momentarily startled, and I know it’s because I’ve never spoken to him like that before. We’ve fought, certainly, I’ve talked back to him, I’ve tried to refuse him, I’ve cried out for more of him—but I’ve never dared tell him what to do. I couldn’t risk losing him and disappointing my family.
But now the deal is done. The ring is on my finger, the vows said, the papers signed. All that’s left is for Connor to take the virginity he was promised, and even if I can only have one night like this, I’ll be damned if my first time isn’t the way I want it to be.
For a second, I think he’s going to deny me. And then the surprise in his eyes changes to dark, lustful heat, and I know I’ve done it. I’ve found the thread of his control, and pulled it loose.
“I hope you know what you’re asking for, princess,” Connor snarls, his fingers hooking roughly in the edges of my thong and pulling it down. “Ah, look at that,” he groans as my bare pussy is revealed to him, already leaking my arousal, and I can feel how puffy and sensitive the flesh is before he even touches it. “So wet for me, my wanton lass. I’ve never met a virgin like you before.”
He throws my panties aside, roughly gripping my thighs to spread them wide as he leans forward, his warm breath teasing my clit as he nibbles softly at my outer folds, teasing them with lips and tongue as I gasp. “If you want to get fucked tonight,” he rasps against my sensitive flesh. “Then that’s what you’ll get, princess.”
Connor’s fingers press into the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he slides his tongue over my clit, making me whimper as he runs it over my entire pussy in a few long, slow licks that leave me trembling, my hands clutching at the edge of the bed. He’s eaten me out once before, but then I knew we’d have to stop, that I had to be aware of how far I let him take it or asked him to do so.
There’s no stopping tonight, only how long the foreplay will go on before he finally slides his cock into me.