Seduction in Session (The Perfect Gentlemen 2)

“I’ve done that before,” she said, blushing. She shook her head, but her hand trailed down her body and she gently worked two fingers over her labia.

He dropped to his knees, putting those wet, swollen folds right at eye level. Her pink-tipped fingers were already glistening with her own arousal. He’d done that to her, gotten her wet and creamy. “No man has ever eaten your pussy? Keep stroking yourself.”

Transfixed, he watched her fingers glide over her flesh.

Her voice was deeper than normal, a little husky. “Tom never wanted oral sex.”

“So clinical,” he tsked. “You won’t get what you want until you ask for it properly.”

“Please give me oral sex.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Please put your mouth there. On me. On my pussy.” She was awfully cute when she fumbled. And she definitely sounded a bit breathless. “Yes, I would like you to put your mouth on my pussy and then move your tongue all around. Kiki talks about how nice it feels but only when she’s had too much to drink.”

“The correct term is eating pussy. That’s what I’m going to do to you. Spread your labia for me. Tell me why Tom wouldn’t want to taste this sweet pussy.” He could smell her arousal, musky and pure.

“He said it wasn’t natural.”

“The hell it isn’t.” Connor leaned forward, gently grasping her wrist and bringing her fingers to his lips. With her eyes on him, he sucked her cream-coated fingers into his mouth and licked off every last bit of her essence. “He’s a fucking idiot. You taste so damn good, and I’ll show you just how nice it feels to have the big bad wolf make a meal of you.”

He leaned forward and ran his tongue right over her clit. She gasped and nearly came off the bed.

Connor stopped. “Be still or I’ll tie you down and bring you to the edge over and over again. Then I’ll give you nothing.”

She went completely still. “That sounds horrible. But the other part felt even better than Kiki said.”

“And no more mentioning Kiki or anyone else now. You and me and no one else in the entire world. Am I clear?”

“Yes.” Her body was still, but he could feel her effort in her fine trembling.

“Who’s going to fuck you?” He liked hearing his name on her lips.

“Connor. My Connor.”

That did more for him than he liked to admit. “Only me.”

He’d never given a crap about where a lover was going after he’d finished with her. During college, he and Dax had shared women on many a night. There were women at Yale who had made a game out of bagging all six of them. Connor had just shrugged and taken his turn.

The thought of anyone else touching Lara Armstrong made him crazy. Something primal inside him had taken one look at her and decided she belonged to him—and his higher-functioning brain could go to hell.

He lowered his head to her pussy and devoured her. He licked and sucked and gave her a light scrape of his teeth. All the while she whimpered and cried out, each moan going straight to his dick. He reveled in every bit of her as he pulled back the hood of her clit. That pearl was engorged and desperate, ready to go off at the slightest sensation.

“Please. Please, Connor.”

“Please what, princess? Do you remember what I said to you the first day we met? I told you it might make you feel safer if I didn’t make love to you until you begged me. So what do you want me to do? I think I’ll forgo you getting on your knees and I’ll simply accept a very polite request.”

“Please make love to me, Connor.”

“Now go a little dirtier for me.”

“Please, please fuck me.”

“With pleasure, princess.” He sucked her clit between his teeth and was rewarded with a scream that just might have the police storming the condo. She cried out his name as he drew out her pleasure. Her legs shook and spasmed, and by the time he lifted his head, her whole body was flushed and trembling.

She lay there, her eyes half closed, her body utterly spent. She wasn’t thinking about anything now. That was clear. He could do anything he wanted to her. She was his, body and soul, in that moment, and all he’d had to do was give her a few orgasms. This could work. They could work. He could keep and protect her. She never had to know the whole truth.

In fact, maybe she was his reward for all the bad shit that had come before and all the darkness he still had yet to endure.

He fished a foil packet out of his jeans. The minute he’d walked into the condo, he’d known this would happen. He’d prepared. She hadn’t seen him do it, but he’d already moved a box of condoms into her bedside table. He’d saved one because he hadn’t been sure where he would fuck her first. By the time he was done, he would use every surface and room in this place. There wouldn’t be a single inch of this space that wouldn’t remind her of what it felt like to have him inside her.

He rolled the condom on his rock-hard cock.

“Connor?” She lifted her head to look at him.

Shit. He couldn’t lose her now. “Yes?”

She wore the sweetest grin on her face, as if she’d been drugged from all the pleasure. “I thought I was one of those women who couldn’t have an orgasm, but I had two. I’m fully functional.”

Had Tom told her she wasn’t? That’s right, the prick had called her frigid because he was too fucking clueless or selfish to please a woman. Connor wrapped his fingers around her ankles and positioned her right where he wanted her. He could see her whole gorgeous body laid out, her breasts, her silky skin, that pussy so close to his cock. She gripped her comforter tightly, looking breathless.

God, had he really been looking for weapons in her hands? He’d thought he was over that shit.

Lara wasn’t capable of hurting a fly, much less her lover, and he intended to keep it that way. She was going to live in a world where shit like that didn’t happen.

“Wrap your legs around me.” When she did, he pushed the head of his dick just inside her. Already the heat and pressure were killing him. So fucking soft. Everything about her was silky and welcoming, including the quickness with which she heeded his needy commands.

With her eyes wide and focused on him, Lara reached up to touch him. He grabbed her hands and held them down. He couldn’t have her arms around him. Not yet. Maybe in a couple of years, but for now he needed this. She was utterly trapped beneath him while he assumed total control.

His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as he pressed forward. She was so wet. If he hadn’t gotten her hot first, he doubted he could have worked his way inside her easily, if at all. Her pussy was the tightest thing he’d ever felt. Those endlessly blue eyes of hers stared up at him, widening with each inch he took.

But he needed to be deeper. “Relax. You can take me. You can take all of me.”

She sucked in a deep, ragged breath and exhaled, her body melting into the mattress as she tilted her pelvis up so he slipped completely inside her. He groaned long and low.

Very slowly, he began to drag himself back out, fighting the urge to pound into her. He wanted her to love this, to need him as often as possible. He didn’t have months to brand himself on her before his cover story could unravel. He had days, a week or two at most, and he needed her bound to him. So he fought his desperate desire and stroked into her, long and slow, moving his hips in a rhythm, finding that spot inside her.

“Oh god.” Her legs gripped him like a vise as she panted and whimpered.

He locked in place and let himself go. Over and over he fucked her deep, providing friction to those nerve endings until her whole body flushed and she cried out his name. Her head thrashed against the comforter, the only movement he allowed her. Other than that, he controlled her body, forcing her to take each stroke of his cock, every hard thrust.

She clenched around him and he felt her body seize as she came with abandon. Her ecstasy sent him hurtling toward the edge. He couldn’t ho

ld back for more than another second or two.

Connor pounded deep into her softness, lost to the primal rhythm of mating. He hated the fucking condom. He wanted to mark her, to know his seed might take root. Hell, in that moment he wanted to get her pregnant. She couldn’t leave him if she was carrying his child, right? Then they would also have a connection she couldn’t deny, no matter how angry she got if she learned the truth.

His spine tingled and his brain shut down. Pure electric pleasure sparked through his system. Orgasm hit him with the force of a crashing wave. He pumped into her like a piston, using hard,