Our Secret Moments: Chapter 30




The second that dress pooled to the floor, I was greeted to the sight of long expanses of dark brown skin. She is glowing in the moonlight as if she’s spent the entire day being bathed in sunlight for this specific moment. The curls that drape along her back that are so easy to wrap around my fist. That round ass of hers sculpted perfectly as she stands on one foot and then the other, not turning around to me, letting me take her in from this angle.

As forward as I’ve been, I still want to tease her.

“What did you do last night, Catherine?” I ask, biting softly on her shoulder before she tilts her head back, resting it on my chest with a shaky exhale.

“What do you mean? We were together the whole day,” she says, not getting what I’m hinting at.

The walls between my room and hers are thin, and I heard every single time she softly moaned my name whilst she touched herself to the thought of me. It drove me insane all night and I was seconds away from running straight through the walls and eating her out just the way she deserves, showing her how much better I am than her fingers.

I wrap my warm hand around from her stomach to cup her breast, swiping my thumb against her nipple and she lets out a soft moan, shifting beneath me.

I hum into her neck. “Yeah, you sounded just like that.”

“You heard that?” she asks, her hand joining mine on her stomach.

“I heard everything, sweetheart,” I whisper. She starts to move our hands further down her stomach, desperate and eager to do more, but I stop her.

Using the last shred of self-control that I have, I spin her around, having no time to process her naked body in front of me before I press my lips to hers in a frenzied rush of desperation, groaning as she greedily pulls my hair.

“I want to see you exactly like you were last night.”

Her breath hitches as she pulls away from me. “I’ve never…. No one has ever asked me to do that before.”

I run my hand down the side of her face, my fingers resting possessively on her collarbone. “That’s the thing, Cat. Every person you have been with before me doesn’t matter. Because from now on, it’s just me and you.”

“Just me and you,” she repeats, kissing me back deeply.

I walk her to the edge of her double bed, unable to stop my hands from running across her wide hips, feeling her curves beneath my hands as we don’t break our kiss.

It’s unfair that she’s completely naked in front of me and I still have all my clothes on, so I reach for the hem of my shirt, tugging it off. Her eyes light up with excitement as her hands fumble for the button of my jeans. I let her work them off me until I’m only wearing my boxers.

She sits back on the bed, looking up at me with those innocent brown eyes, resting her arms back behind her as her whole body is on display for me.

She’s fucking stunning.

Each time I look at her, my whole body aches with how perfect she is. How each part of her is just as pretty as the last. She unknowingly captivates me just by breathing, by existing, in my presence. It should be a crime for someone to look so good all the fucking time.

I lean down into her until her elbows buckle beneath her, not catching her lips the way she wants me to. As much as it’s going to be torture for the both of us, I want to know exactly what she was doing last night so I know how to make her feel good, which means not kissing her until she tells me.

When her back hits the bed, her body instantly arches into me, her lips parting.

“Show me what you do when you’re alone,” I say into the space between us. Her eyebrows furrow, looking both angry and intrigued at the same time. “I want to know your body like the back of my hand, cherish every single sound that you make just for me, know every single way to make you feel good.”

“You already know how to make me feel good,” she whispers.

Even though that statement fills me with pride, it’s not exactly what I want to hear right now. I push off the bed, leaving her staring up at me before I hook my hand around her ankles. She laughs through a gasp as I pull her to the end of the bed. She leans up, shaking her head at me with a smirk as I kneel at the end of the bed.

“Show me what makes you feel good, Catherine, or I won’t touch you at all,” I explain. Her chest rises and falls at my words and her tongue sneaks out, wetting her bottom lip. Fuck. I’m definitely not going to last. “I’m pretty good at keeping my hands to myself when it comes to you.”

“Your hand was up my skirt the entire meal, Connie. That alone tells me very differently,” she muses.

“And I’ve been dying for a taste of you since I felt how wet you were,” I reply gruffly, circling my thumb around the soft spot of her ankle. She shudders at my words and goosebumps arise along her legs.

“For someone who has such trouble speaking in front of crowds, you have the dirtiest mouth,” she mutters. Then she has the fucking audacity to raise her hand to her breast, circling her nipple until it hardens and I bite back a groan.

“Show me, Catherine. I’m fucking dying here,” I get out through gritted teeth.

She finally listens to me then, laying back on the bed and spreading her legs wider, propping one leg up onto the mattress.

This is a fucking sight – her legs opened in front of me, her pretty pussy on display just for me. Every part of her, inside and out, is perfect to me.

She slides her hand down from her chest, across her stomach and then down towards her heat. Her head is still tilted to the ceiling and I watch every single one of her movements like it’s the best movie I’ve ever seen in my life. I can see just how wet she is and when her fingers contact her arousal, her body immediately contracts.

“Fuck,” she gasps. I don’t say anything. I try to keep as quiet as possible, only focusing on what she’s showing me. Two of her fingers play with her swollen clit, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. It’s fucking uncomfortable sitting here, my cock desperate for attention as she gets herself off. Her pace increases and I almost lose my mind. “Connor,” she moans. Is it possible to come from that sound alone? “I can’t– Fuck. I can’t.”

“You’re doing so good, baby. Keep going,” I encourage, palming my erection in my lap. She continues working her fingers over her clit, not penetrating herself with any of her fingers, but her whole body starts to spasm. Her legs open and close around her fingers, tiny gasps escaping her lips that make my dick throb in my hand. “That’s it.”

I don’t know why I decided to talk, because the second the words left my mouth, her thighs shook as she came hard, twisting her face into the side of the bedsheets, stifling her moan.

I still don’t touch her as her body settles, her chest heaving. Her fingers still aimlessly move around her sex, but I don’t think she even notices she’s doing it. She looks so fucking hot like this – all worked up and dishevelled just for me. My Catherine.

When her eyes connect with me, a lazy smile on her lips as she leans up on her elbows, I know now more than ever how badly I want her. How badly I want her to feel the rawest part of me.

“Kiss me now,” she whispers, almost begging, “Kiss me anywhere.”


Since Connor shucked off his boxers and towered over me on the bed, my whole body hasn’t been able to stop shaking. He’s made me come multiple times just by looking at me. I’m fucking terrified for the moment when he’s inside me.

I’m about to have sex with Connor Bailey for the first time and my thoughts won’t stop spinning. What are we doing? Are we just hooking up, or are we more than that? Is this just a fling for this semester until he gets bored of me, or when he starts to get sick of my sad moods?

As if he can read my thoughts, he tilts my face to him, cupping my cheek with one hand. “I’ve got you sweetheart. You can stop worrying,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my lips. I let him melt into me for a second before I push him back slightly.

“Connor, what are we doing? I can’t do this unless I know what we are,” I explain, feeling completely embarrassed. But I need some clarity. I’ve never been good at just playing it cool. “Are you my boyfriend, or not? Are we going to go on dates and hold hands? Are we just fooling around? Is this just a one-time thing or… what?”

He laughs quietly, kissing the side of my mouth, but I’m still frowning. “You’re my girlfriend, Catherine. I thought that was obvious. I’m yours and yours only. You’re the reason I want to get up in the morning just so I can make you smile. I want to be around you all the time. I’ll hold your hand if that’s what you like. I’ll take you on as many dates as you want. I’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”

The words weigh on me, almost making me dizzy. “Just like that?”

“Just like that,” he replies, kissing me deeply. He brushes my sweaty curls from the side of my face. “Great. Glad that’s all cleared up. Can we have sex now?”

“Yes,” I reply through a giggle, unable to stop myself from laughing at the absurdity.

I really should have prepared myself more for this because the second he rolls on the condom, braces his hands on my hips and lines up his cock with my entrance, I know my life is going to be irrevocably changed.

I’m already panting, a wet mess, helplessly desperate for him. He keeps his eyes locked with mine when he slowly – so slowly – nudges the tip into me. It’s hardly anything, but my whole body instantly responds to him and a soft whimper leaves my mouth. Even when he pushes more of himself into me, filling me up so fucking well, my eyes can’t help but close with pleasure.

It feels like I’ve been set on fire from the inside out. Every pressure point in my body tightens with need as he slowly rocks himself into me.

“Is this good?” I nod frantically, gasping for air when his nails dig into my hips. “Talk to me, baby.” He leans down and kisses across my breasts as he continues slowly pushing himself into me. “Is this good for you?”

“Fuck, Connor,” I whine, my hand tightening on the sheets of the bed. He tilts his head playfully, that smug smirk on his mouth, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. He pushes into me again, filling me to the hilt and a loud moan escapes my mouth at the euphoric sensation. “God. That feels so good.”

He laughs quietly, but he styles it out with a groan when I finally manage to move my hips slightly.

“You’ve got to be quiet, Catherine. Can you do that for me?” My head falls back just from the words that leave his lips, causing me to slap my hand around my mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“I’m trying,” I muffle as he continues pushing in and out of me, the sloppy wet noises filling the room as his face twists with pleasure. I look down to where we’re connected. Big mistake. The second I look down, seeing how much I’ve stretched to fit his shaft inside me, he brings two of his fingers to my clit, teasing me gently. “Go faster,” I pant, needing the release now more than ever. “Faster, please.”

He responds with one of the sexiest groans I’ve heard in my life as he does exactly what I asked. He thrusts his cock in and out of me, causing the bed to shake as I still try to cover my moans. Connor continues playing with my clit, trying to draw out my orgasm, but I can tell he’s close too.

“God, Catherine,” he groans, shaking his head with a laugh. “I wish you could see yourself right now. You look so fucking pretty taking all of me so well.”

My chest fills with warmth. “Yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he replies. He works himself in and out of me at just the right speed, hitting the spot that needs it the most and I can hardly keep my eyes open, overcome with pleasure. “You fit so well with me, Cat. So fucking good.”

It feels like my entire body, my soul, was made to be and do exactly this for and with Connor. It never feels like a competition or like we have to be intimate. He understands my body and my wants in ways I can’t fully comprehend myself. All I know is that I am a complete fool for him.

His voice brings me back to the conversation. “Hey, eyes on me, pretty girl.” I manage to open my eyes again, just at the second he pinches my clit and my head spins. He runs his hands from my hips to cup my breasts, circling his thumb around my nipple and I moan. “That’s my girl.”

That’s what does it.

From all the stimulation and the words that come out of his mouth, my whole body comes alive before the orgasm crashes through me, my thighs and stomach convulsing beneath him. From the low groan and the jerk of his cock inside me, I can tell he came too. Even with my body in sweats, I feel like I’ve reached the peak of my existence.

We both breathe heavily, realising the severity of what we’ve just done. Or maybe I’m the only one overthinking this. I try to let my anxieties soothe when Connor disposes of the condom and crawls back into the bed next to me.

I’m still naked, but he pulled back on his boxers. He quickly pulls up his shirt from the floor, slipping it over my head seamlessly as it swallows me whole. I pull out my curls from the neck of the shirt and sigh, staring back at him as he sits crossed legged on the bed, mirroring my position.

When he blinks at me, he shakes his head, his gorgeous face turning red. “What?” I ask. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

A short laugh escapes his throat before he drops his forehead to mine. He brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear and I rest my hand on his cheek, stroking my thumb under his eye.

His throat bobs. “I just can’t believe that I have you now.”

“I can’t believe it either,” I mutter into the space between us. He runs his hand up my thighs. “Are you going to sleep in here tonight?”

He shakes his head. My heart dips. “I can’t. My parents always wake me up whenever I’m here just like they used to when me and Nor were younger.”

I hate how much that statement fills me with sadness. It shouldn’t. I’m happy that he has two people who care so much about him. Two people who would do anything for him. I just wish it wasn’t my mom that had to go. As horrible as it is to even muse, I can’t help but wonder what it would have been like if my dad had been the one who died instead.

I instantly feel guilty just by thinking about it. I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts.

“Okay,” I whisper, running circles on his knee. “Do you… Do you think we should tell Nora soon?”

He tenses. “Do you want to?” I shrug. “It’s completely your choice, Cat. It’s your friendship that will change. Anything that happens with me and Nora, I can handle. I won’t do anything until you tell me first.”

I nod. “I don’t know. Not yet. I don’t like lying to her, but I want you to myself for a little bit longer.”

He laughs quietly, still keeping his forehead pressed to mine. “Very possessive, aren’t you?” I rock my head forward, pushing him back a little.

“What can I say? I’m an only child. I’m not used to sharing my toys,” I say, shrugging.

“Oh, so I’m an object to you now? Have you been using me this whole time just for my body.” He gasps dramatically, holding his hand to his chest.

“Yes, that’s definitely the reason why I’m with you,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. The feeling’s mutual. Since that day in the closet, I didn’t want anyone else in your vicinity. Wes thought I was crazy.”

I giggle. “You are crazy, Connie.”

“Yeah, I’m crazy for you.”

For whatever reason, when he says it, it doesn’t make me want to curl up in a ball and die of cringe. It only makes me realise how much more I like him and his strange personality.

He’s just my Connor. And I don’t ever want to let him go.


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