Connor smirks. “You came forme. For my pleasure.” His hand tightens in my hair, dragging my mouth back to his. “And I came for you, Saoirse.” He sucks my lower lip into his mouth, his fingers thrusting faster. “It was four times.”
“Okay,” I agree breathlessly, my hips rocking against his hand. “Now, please make it five?”
Connor chuckles against my mouth, deepening the kiss as he quickens his strokes, a third finger pushing inside me as he rubs my clit just the way he knows I like. In a matter of seconds, I feel the orgasm swelling inside me, flooding me with sensation as it bursts over my skin. I break the kiss, throwing my head back and crying out with pleasure as I ride his hand to my climax, grinding down on his fingers.
“That’s it, princess,” Connor growls, his hand tight in my hair. “Now, take my cock.”
He drags me into his lap without another word, his cock already rock-hard, and grabs my hips, setting me down onto his thick cock so that I’m instantly filled, every inch of it seated inside of me in one hard thrust. The water sloshes around us, both of us damp with steam and sweat, and I rock my hips down onto him, hungry for another orgasm.
Connor leans back, his hands still on my hips as he watches me hungrily. “Ride me, princess,” he groans, and I’m only too happy to oblige.
When does it wear off? When do I stop wanting him?Connor had promised we’d get bored, that the desire would wane, but every time only seems to make me want him more. Every taste I get of him just makes me hungrier for the pleasure that seems to erupt between us every time, the way we seem to be so perfectly able to give the other exactly what we want, in bed if not anywhere else.
He feels so fucking good, filling me, hard and solid, and sending pleasure through me with every stroke. I slide my hand down his chest, over his solid abs, between my thighs without him having to tell me as I start to play with my clit, the heated water only adding to the sensations of Connor’s cock inside of me and the slick friction of my fingers.
“Fuck, yes,” Connor groans. “I love when you touch yourself—” His hips arch up, his cock throbbing in response, his jaw tense with pleasure as I roll my hips down onto him. “Christ,fucking you is so fucking good—”
Satisfaction bursts through me at that because Iknowthat even here, he didn’t mean to say that. He didn’t mean to admit how much he loves it. But as his expression tightens, his hands sliding around to grab my ass and squeeze as I spread my knees wider on the ledge and ride him, I know he means it.
I know I’m pleasing him, and it only turns me on that much more to know that I’m driving him mad with desire and pleasure, as much as he tries to make it nothing but an obligation.
He can’t resist. It feels too fucking good.
Neither of us can.
Connor's fingers slip between my cheeks, teasing my tight hole there as I slide all the way down his shaft again, rocking as I take every inch of him. I’m still slowly stroking my clit, and I gasp as he presses the tip of his finger against my asshole, testing me.
“Do you want a finger in your ass while you come, princess?”
A shudder of lust ripples through me. He’s never asked me before—he’s only just taken what he wanted, forced me to enjoy something so dirty, so taboo that I would never have dreamed of asking for or even agreeing to it. But now he’s giving me a choice, and I do. I do want it, as much as I’ve wanted it every other time.
“Yes,” I whimper, grinding harder onto his cock as I rub my clit, my muscles tightening with the growing pleasure. “Make me come like that, Connor, please.”
He smirks, his finger still teasing me, not sliding in yet. “How do you want to come, princess?”
I gasp, my toes curling. I’m on the edge, so close, and I moan. I know he won’t do it unless I ask explicitly for it. “With—oh god—”
“How?” Connor’s gaze darkens, and his finger slips away. A stab of disappointment hits me, and I cry out.
“No! I want it—finger my ass while I come, Connor, please, please—”
He grins. “I love how filthy you are when you’re this horny, princess.”
One of his hands comes up to grab my hair, pulling my mouth down to his as his finger slips into my ass, to the first knuckle and then the second, burning pleasure shooting through me as I feel his cock swell in response. My hand is trapped between us, still rubbing my clit as I grind down onto his cock, and his tongue plunges into my mouth as I feel a second finger joining the first, his two fingers like a small added cock as they fuck my ass while his thick length thrusts up into my pussy.
“Now come for me,” he groans against my lips. “Come with my fingers in your ass like a good girl.”
I’d thought the orgasm from his mouth tonight was the best I’d ever had. I was wrong.
My toes curl so hard they nearly cramp, the pleasure bursting out through me from everywhere—my pussy, my clit, my ass, the thrust of his tongue and fingers and cock, and my own fingers rubbing frantically, every part of me arching and writhing and thrashing as I scream out my climax against his mouth. “Connor, Connor—ohgod—” I cry out, his name spilling from my lips over and over, and he’s so hard inside of me that I think he’s going to come too. I’m clenching around him, impossibly tight, but somehow he holds back his orgasm, his fingers fucking my ass ruthlessly and his hips thrusting himself upwards until every last tremor of pleasure has rippled through me.
And then he grabs my hips, yanking me off his cock as I let out a gasping mewl of protest, and moves behind me.
I grab onto the edge of the stone, arching my back, thighs spread, pushing back for his cock. I have no idea if he’s going to take my pussy or my ass, and right now, I’d let him have anything he wanted. He could fuck me any way he pleased, and I’d beg for it if only it could keep feeling that good.
“Fuck, I love your fucking pussy,” Connor growls, and then he thrusts into me from behind in one hard, hot slide that fills me completely.
It’s not gentle any longer. He fucks me hard and fast in the steaming water, fingers digging into my hips as he plunges forcefully into me. I scream with pleasure, throwing my head back, arching and meeting his every thrust, and his hand wraps in my hair, tugging my head back. My nails scrape against the stone, my thighs trembling, and I love every second of it. I love feeling him take me, fill me, possess me, and all I wish in that instant is that it wouldn’t have to end when we return to Boston. That it could always be like this between us.