“Wider,” he says, his hand slipping into his open fly. “I want to see every inch of you, Saoirse, that sweet, wet, pink pussy and your little clit poking out, aching for my tongue and fingers. I want to watch you touch yourself for me. I know you’re dying to come, aren’t you, princess?”
I nod, absolutely unable to speak. I spread my thighs wider, lifting my hips so that he can see everything, my skirt pushed up now so that I’m practically naked except for the fabric bunched around my waist. I watch, shivering with desire as Connor pulls out his cock, his hand wrapping around his thick shaft as his eyes hungrily eat up the sight of my wet pussy.
I wish he would eatme.
The thought is so shameless that I close my eyes for a second, only to open them to see Connor’s hand, still holding my panties, stroking himself with the wet silky fabric wrapped around his throbbing cock.
“I—” The word comes out as a squeak, and he grins.
“You wanted to see what I’d do if I treated you exactly as I’d desire to, outside of our arrangement,” Connor says, his voice thick with lust. “And what I want, Saoirse is to masturbate into your panties while you touch yourself for me until you come. I want you to play with yourself, finger yourself, moan while you let me hear just how wet you are. And after I come in your wet panties, you’re going to get on your knees and suck me until I’m hard again so that I can come in your pussy.”
Oh god.At some point, while he was describing it, my hand slid between my legs. I couldn’t stop it. He sounds so fucking hot, saying those things to me in his growly, Irish-accented voice, stroking his cock slowly with the panties that a second ago were clinging to my skin, and I feel as if I’m going to erupt the second my fingers start to fly over my pulsing clit.
“Slowly,” Connor instructs. “Spread your pussy open for me, Saoirse. Let me watch.” His voice is hoarse, and I watch as he slides my panties over the head of his cock, thrusting up into his fist as he groans. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Are you going to come for me?” I pant breathlessly, my own hips jerking as my fingers stroke my clit just the way I’ve learned I like it best. I can barely believe what I’m saying, but I’m so turned on that I don’t care. Watching Connor like this is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, and I’m already on edge.
“Not yet. Slide two fingers inside, Saoirse—yes, just like that. Let me hear how wet you are.” He groans again as I start to do just as he’s ordered, thrusting two fingers into my clenching pussy and crying out with the pleasure of it. “Fuck, I love how wet you get. I can’t wait to slide you onto my cock.”
“Why not now?” I gasp. I’m aching for him. My fingers aren’t enough, not by a long shot. I need him inside of me.
“Because I want you to watch me come all over your panties, Saoirse,” he says with a smirk. “You got them so wet for me, after all. Don’t worry, princess. I’ll give you my cock soon enough.”
There’s the mocking edge to his voice again, but I don’t even care. It’s become part of our back and forth by now, and I’ve almost started to enjoy his teasing. I remember what Maggie said, that sex is supposed to be fun. Playful. Kinky and dirty, even. This is all of those things, and I’menjoyingmyself. I don’t want it to end.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper, arching my hips as I push my fingers deeper, and the way Connor’s gaze is fixed on me only turns me on more and makes me want to go over the edge. He doesn’t tell me to stop or wait for his permission. Hewantsme to come, wants me to give into it, and that only spurs on the moment when I feel my thighs starting to shake, my fingers rubbing frantically as I moan, a thin, high sound that fills the air as the pleasure washes over me in throbbing waves that wash away everything else.
I see Connor’s hips jerk upwards as he grunts, his gaze fixed between my thighs as he fists his cock fast and hard, my panties wrapped around his cockhead as he thrusts into his palm, opening his fingers just in time for me to see his milky cum shooting out over the silky fabric, soaking it all over again.
The sight only prolongs the pleasure rippling through me. I’m still trembling, slowly sliding my fingers out of my fluttering pussy, when Connor’s rasping voice reaches my ears.
“Now get on your knees, Saoirse, and suck my cock.”
I don’t even think about arguing. I feel hungry for him, ravenous, and I slide out of my seat to my knees between his thighs, reaching for his still half-hard cock as he discards my used panties, his hand stroking my hair as his head tips back.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Good girl, Saoirse. You suck my cock so well.”
He tastes salty, tangy, like cum and his own musk, and I lap at his tip, swirling my tongue around it before sucking eagerly as I slide my mouth down his shaft. It’s only seconds before he’s hard again, thick and stretching the edges of my lips as I struggle to take all of him.
“Good girl,” he praises again as I take it in my throat, looking up at him with watering green eyes as I see the pleasure on his face, his hand knotting in my hair. “God, that feels so fucking good, Saoirse.”
When I come up for air, he grabs me, pulling me into his lap, facing him. My breasts are crushed against his chest as he drags my mouth to his, hand still fisted in my hair, his other hand guiding his cock between my thighs as I sink down onto him.
“Yes, ohfuckyes,” he groans, his cock filling me as I take every inch of him inside of me, tightening as I feel a wave of pleasure, and his tongue pierces my mouth as I start to ride him.
I’m not sure how long this new game between us will actually last, but this is every bit the perfect start I could have hoped for on our “honeymoon.”
5
SAOIRSE
By the time we arrive at the Tokyo airport in the early evening, I’m exhausted despite the nap I took on the plane. I’d ridden Connor to two more orgasms for me and another explosive climax for him, wobbled on knees weak as a newborn deer’s to the bathroom to clean up, and then collapsed in the bedroom.
At some point, he’d come to wake me up when lunch was served—salmon and risotto with champagne. Connor had shaken his head when he’d seen it, laughing. “This isn’t airplane food,” he’d said firmly before digging in, and I hadn’t been able to hide the small smile on my face at his reaction.
It’s rare that I feel like the more experienced one in the relationship, but that had given me the sensation, just for a moment. Flying on a private jet to an expensive vacation is nothing new to me. I know Connor’s done it before, too—but it hasn’t been a common occurrence for him, especially not in the last several years while he’d been running his gang in London.
I’d wondered if he was going to come up with any other outrageous requests or desires, but the rest of the flight passed in quiet normalcy. Connor put in his earbuds to listen to a podcast; I changed into leggings and a loose silky top with my cashmere cardigan and curled up in a seat with a book. I hadn’t had the time or felt relaxed enough to read in a long while, and it felt good to lose myself in someone else’s story as our jet glided through the skies, taking us away for two days of an escape.