Iflick through the TV channels as I lie on the bed while Conor takes a shower. He has more clothes than I do, so I’m wearing one of his t-shirts and nothing else. No sense wasting a clean pair of panties for bed when I’m on limited rations.
He wanders out of the bathroom with his skin still damp and a white towel wrapped around his waist, and my stomach does a little somersault at the sight of him. As he reaches the bed, he whips off his towel and starts to dry his hair with it, while I lie here looking at his magnificent body. When he’s done, he pulls on a pair of boxers and lies down beside me.
“Are you wearing my clothes?” he arches an eyebrow at me.
“Yep. Because I’ve only brought a couple of pairs of clean panties and a few changes of clothes, and you have lots more than I do.”
He lies back against the pillow with his arms behind his head. “What are we watching, Angel?”
“Some old movie with John Candy in,” I shrug.
“Caddyshack,” he grins. “I love this.”
We lie in silence for a while and I wonder why this seems slightly awkward between us. As though we didn’t screw each other’s brains out earlier in the basement of Ray’s bar. Eventually, I can’t take the tension any longer, and as funny as John Candy is, Caddyshack just isn’t doing it for me tonight. Rolling onto my side, I place my hand on Conor’s chest. His muscles flex beneath my fingertips as he takes a deep breath. As I slide my hand down over his abs until they are dangerously close to his boxers, I nestle against him. “Are you nervous, Conor Ryan?” I purr as he groans softly and his cock twitches in his shorts.
“Yeah,” he breathes.
I lift my head to look at him. “Really? With me? After everything we’ve done? After this morning?”
He reaches down and grabs me by the hips, pulling me on top of him until I’m straddling him and his semi hard cock is nudging against my pussy. Placing my hands flat on his chest, I look down at him as he stares into my eyes. “This morning was incredible. But it happened so fast, I didn’t have time to think about it. I was so fucking hot for you, I could barely think at all. And when I could, I was too busy worrying about how we were going to die in that fucking shit-box basement.”
I press my lips together to stop from laughing out loud.
“But now, I have you for the whole damn night, Angel, and I have thought about nothing but this for two long months. I wasn’t even sure I’d ever get to do this again.” His voice is thick with emotion and it makes my heart ache. I bite on my lip as I stare down at him.
“Aren’t you wearing any panties?” he suddenly looks down at the space where our bodies join.
“No,” I grin at him. “No sense in wasting a pair if I’m only going to wear them for a few hours, is it?”
“I suppose not,” he arches at eyebrow at me. “But you are ruining my clean boxers with your cream, Angel. I haven’t even touched you yet, and I can feel it soaking through to my cock.”
“Well, if you’re worried about your clean underwear, you should have thought this through like I did then, shouldn’t you?” I tease him.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Take off the t-shirt. Right now,” he growls.
“Okay,” I breathe as I reach down and peel it over my head until I’m completely naked. Reaching up, he cups my heavy breasts in his hands and squeezes, making me groan as I press myself into his rough palms. “You kept this body away from me for too long, Angel.”
“Then you shouldn’t have told me to leave,” I stare at him. He doesn’t get to be the only injured party here. I’ve been hurting too.
He flips me over and pins me beneath him so fast, my heart skips a beat, and I giggle. “I hope you’re not tired, because I’m going to make up for every night you’ve been away from me.”
“Promises, promises,” I say with a dramatic sigh.
“I want all of you, Jessie,” he says, brushing my hair back from my face and staring into my eyes.
“You already have every single part of me, Conor Ryan.”
He presses his lips over mine and the wet heat rushes between my thighs as he kisses me so hard my lips feel bruised. One hand slides down my body until he’s between my thighs. I open them wider for him, allowing him to brush his thick fingers between my folds. He groans into my mouth when he realizes just how wet I am for him.
“Fuck, Angel,” he hisses, breaking our kiss. “I’m going to eat you alive.” He trails soft kisses down my neck, over my breasts, sucking each nipple into his mouth and gently nibbling while his fingers toy with me, rubbing over my clit and slipping down to my entrance before he dips the tip of one finger in before starting the maddening cycle again. As his kisses flutter over my stomach, I press my hips against him. “Conor. I’ve missed you too. Stop teasing me,” I pant.
“I’m savoring you, Angel, not teasing,” he murmurs against my skin as his lips move even lower. I pull my fingers through his hair as he reaches the apex of my thighs. “This where you want me, Angel?” he growls.
“Yes,” I pant as his lips brush over my clit, causing a rush of heat.
“Jesus. I almost forgot how sweet your pussy is, Jessie,” he groans as he presses the flat of his tongue against my opening and licks the length of my folds before settling over my clit, grazing it with his teeth and nudging it with his tongue as he slides two fingers inside me, making me arch my back with the thrill of pleasure that shoots through me. Curling his fingers inside, he presses against my G-spot as he rims my clit with his tongue, bringing me to the edge so quickly that my head starts to spin and I see flashes of light when I close my eyes.
“Conor!” I shout as he tips me over the edge.
“I gave you that one for free, Angel. I’m going to make you work for the next one.”
“Really?” I gasp.
“Really,” he flashes me a wicked grin, and I can see that his beard is wet with my arousal. He spends the next twenty minutes taunting me relentlessly with his fingers and his tongue until I am almost crying as I plead with him to let me come. When he finally takes pity on me, the rush of blood to my groin and the torrent of my wet release almost makes me pass out. I don’t even have time to recover when he is nestling himself between my thighs and driving his cock into me. The wet sounds reverberate around the small motel room and he growls his appreciation. “I have missed this pussy, Angel.”
I wrap my legs around his waist as he takes my wrists and pins them beside my head. “You want hard or gentle?”
“Hard,” I breathe. “I want everything you’ve got, big guy.”
“Fuck, Jessie!” he groans as he rails into me, nailing me to the bed so hard that the cheap headboard ricochets off the wall and snaps in two.
