“So Mom and Henry have called off the wedding,” I begin hesitantly, watching for his reaction.
“Yeah,” he laughs. “They’re pretty set on us giving this a real go. Hence tonight, by the way.” I blush again, and he quickly adds, “If I can call this a date.”
“Of course you can,” I say quickly. We grin at each other for a moment, then he takes my hand, and I feel my heart pounding at the touch of his skin.
“Carrie, I owe you an apology. That thing in the kitchen – it was my idea. I shouldn’t have pushed you like that.”
I shrug, smiling coyly at him through my eyelashes.
“I was all too willing,” I say. And I lick my lips at the memory of how he sucked my clit, then fucked me hard and fast, making me cum in a matter of moments. “But we’re a little uneven, don’t you think?” is my coy question.
“What do you mean?” he asks, intrigued. And gathering all my courage, I slide off my seat, glancing around quickly: no one is watching us. On my hands and knees under the table, I run my hands up along the inside of his thighs, and start undoing his zipper. Oh my god, this is so wrong, and I can hardly believe the vixen I’ve become.
But Conor stops me for a moment.
“Sweetheart,” he whispers. “I need to tell you something.”
“What?” I say, still hidden under the table. This hardly seems like the time to have a conversation, but the man’s insistent.
“I wanted to let you know that Henry originally wanted me to marry one of his friend’s daughters,” he says in a low voice. That makes me go still and I don’t move, my hands still braced on his thighs.
“And?” I ask, the word choking in my throat.
“And I said no,” Conor states firmly. “It was more of a business transaction than anything else, and Henry’s from the Dark Ages. He doesn’t understand what a real relationship is, which is why he’s been married and divorced three times. Your mom and my dad deciding not to tie the knot is good thing, trust me.”
But all I can hear is the fact that Conor was slated to marry another woman.
“Who is she?” I ask, still hidden under the table. I should get up and sit at the booth like a normal person, and yet all I can think of is the other woman. Who is she? I have to know.
But Conor shakes his head with determination.
“Who doesn’t matter,” he says firmly. “What matters is that she’s gone. I was never interested in her because I’ve only ever been interested in you sweetheart,” he says, gripping my chin with a big hand under the table. “You’re the one for me, sweetheart.”
I inhale sharply.
“Do you really mean that?” is my soft mewl. “Do you really want me?”
And the possession in those blue eyes give me my answer. But it’s his next words that take my breath away.
“I don’t just want you, sweetheart,” he growls. “I love you.”
And with that, happiness surges over my frame. Because what were the odds of this happening? It’s been a wild ride, and yet somehow, the world has opened and the sun is shining once more. The man I met at a suburban sex party, who was also slated to be my stepbrother, is now my lover in every sense of the word. Conor doesn’t just adore my body. He loves everything about me, and I’ve never been so happy.
And this newfound freedom makes me horny as hell. I hear him clear his throat somewhere above the table as I gently lift his cock out of his pants, already huge and hard in my hand. I’ve always wanted to try this. And I’ve been planning for it too. Earlier this afternoon I called Roxy, who has plenty of experience in this arena, to get a step-by-step guide on how to do this. I kiss the tip of his cock, and feel it twitch in my hand.
Holding it at the base, I let my tongue twirl softly around the head, then lick my own lips and slowly ease every inch of him into my mouth and to the back of my throat. I’m surprised at the effect it has on my own body: I can feel my cunt contract in arousal. As I slide his cock in and out of my mouth, my pussy isn’t the only thing that’s contracting though. I gently fondle his balls, which are tightening up against his body with his arousal. His hand comes down under the table and finds its way into my hair, his fingers entwining themselves into my locks and pulling my mouth towards his pelvis so I can suck his cock faster and faster. I can hear him suppress a moan above me, and suddenly my head is pulled up and away from his cock, which I release from my mouth with a satisfying “pop.”