“Yes,” I whisper.
The pleased sound he makes is downright sinful as he gives me one more searing kiss and sinks to his knees. He pins me in place with his gaze, gliding his hands under my dress, up my bare legs until he teases the edge of my panties.
It’s intoxicating to have him on his knees at my feet.
“If you’re such a good girl, you wouldn’t have worn panties like that.” He holds the hem of my dress at my hips, gaze feasting on what’s beneath. “Those are the panties of a girl begging to get fucked.”
I lean against the wall for support as he lifts my leg, kissing the birthmark on my thigh he thinks is shaped like the sun.
“Maybe I just like feeling pretty. For myself.”
His chuckle vibrates against my skin, dragging a gasp from me. I lose my breath as he peels my panties down and stuffs them in his pocket.
“Now how do you feel? Wild?” He leans back to peek up at me. “Only you and I will know.”
I bite my lip. “Free.”
Connor grins. “Yes, baby. Hold your dress up.”
He presses his face against my thigh as he strokes my folds with a teasing touch. I shift restlessly, needing more. His teeth sink into my skin and he licks my birthmark, pressing his thumb against my clit.
“Ah!” My head tips back.
“Love your sounds,” he rasps. “So sexy.”
As Connor teases me, he kisses my birthmark over and over, worshipping it with his tongue and teeth. Then his fingers slide into me and I have to let go of my dress to clap a hand over my mouth, muffling a moan.
“Feel good, sunshine?”
I nod, breathing hard when he pumps his fingers, filling me up. My insides twist into a tight coil of pleasure.
“Who’s fucking you right now?” Connor growls. “Say my name.”
“C-C—” Before I get his name out, he pulls out to spread my legs wider and descends on my pussy with his mouth. As he sucks on my clit, I whimper. “Connor.”
“That’s right, baby. Not Wyatt. Not anyone else,” he says, making my body wrack from the sensation of his lips brushing my wet folds. “All me. Don’t you forget who makes you feel like this.” He swipes his tongue over my pussy. “Who gets you wet like this.”
My knees shake as I’m overwhelmed by the sensations. It’s so much and my toes curl. I can barely contain the sounds escaping me.
“Please,” I gasp, angling my hips and reaching for his head, running on instinct and need.
Connor groans, eating me while his fingers dig into my thigh and ass. He pulls back to catch his breath and thrusts his
fingers in me again, torturing my clit with his thumb.
“Oh my god,” I whine.
“You’ll always think of me, sunshine. Years from now, with your sweet college boyfriend who buys you flowers, with your wholesome husband who kisses you good morning—you’ll think of me fucking you like this.” He curls his fingers, hitting a spot deep inside that makes my body quake with pleasure. “Because you’ll always be mine. No one else’s,” he growls. “I’ll ruin you for anyone else, because I’m the only one who fucks you the way you like it, my dirty little mouse. There’s no escaping me.”
I fall apart on his fingers, tears pricking my eyes, almost losing my balance as I come. It’s way more intense than I was prepared for.
Connor catches me in his arms, putting me on his lap as he slumps to the floor. I can feel his hard dick against my ass as we both pant. His hair is a mess. I’m sure I look just as debauched. He gathers me in his arms, in no hurry to take care of himself.
I’m about to speak when a commotion at the door has both of us jumping. Connor springs into action.
“Go. There,” he points to the coats.
We shuffle into the shadows as an arguing couple comes into the coatroom. Connor holds me close, shielding me with his body.