Con shook his head. “He shot himself. The kid got snagged and sent to another foster home. Once they released me, I told myself never again. Hell, even I knew living on the street was bound to be better than that shit. It was right about then that I met up with Devon.”
“I’m sorry, Con. I’m sorry you didn’t have parents who loved you, cherished you.”
Her voice sounded shaky and it pissed him off. “Don’t cry for me, little girl, or you really will get that spanking I warned you about earlier.”
She swatted his stomach. “You’re all talk.” Without giving her any warning, Con sat up and flipped Tory to her stomach. “Con!”
He ignored her struggles and instead straddled her legs. “I was a good boy and talked, then you go and get all sassy? That’s very naughty.” He swatted her upturned ass and Tory yelped.
“You did not just do that!”
“Oh, I definitely did.” He rubbed away the sting, then swatted her again two more times. She stopped struggling and started moaning. “God, you’re fucking hot,” Con gritted out as he cupped both ass cheeks in his palms. “Dev and I need to tattoo this ass of yours. His name on the left, mine on the right.”
She laughed. “That sounds painful.”
“Ah, but we’d kiss it better, baby.”
“Forget it. I’m not letting anyone tattoo my ass.” She wiggled and Con’s cock hardened. “Let me up,” she pleaded. “I want to play too.”
Now they were getting somewhere. “I love it when you play.” He moved to the side and, before he could take his next breath, she was on her knees in front of him. Jesus, she tore him up. So pretty and sweet. One moment he was sharing his deepest, darkest secrets, the next she was teasing him into a horny stupor.
“My turn,” she whispered.
“I’m all yours.”
With her silky mass of tangled honey hair drifting down her back and those big blue eyes smiling up at him as she descended on his cock, Con forgot all about dirty homes and lousy foster parents. With the first tentative touch of her lips to the bulbous tip, Con lost all reason. Her little touches and kisses pulled a primitive response from him. He put his hands on either side of her head and directed her onto his pulsing shaft.
“Good girl. Love me just like that, Tory. Such a sweet tongue.”
Her eyelids drifted downward and Con felt the gentle sigh she let out all the way down the length of his dick. With one hand, Tory guided him inside the wet heat of her mouth, then farther still until he was nearly down her throat. She licked and teased, the tiny little movements of her tongue and lips drawing his balls up tight. Con clutched a fistful of her hair and pulled her mouth onto him tighter. She gagged and Con immediately pulled out. Tory whimpered and quickly took over, sucking him deep all over again. This time his balls were smashed against her chin.
“God damn,” he growled.
He watched as she threw herself into the task. Seeing her so anxious to please him and enjoying his taste had Con close to coming already. Tory pulled his rigid length all the way out and placed a gentle kiss to his tip before sweeping her tongue down the underside of his cock. She appeared to be in no hurry, as if she had all day to kneel in front of him and lick his dick. When she cupped his balls in her other hand and squeezed, every thought fled his mind. Only Tory existed. Tory and her talented mouth and fingers.
Con groaned her name as her movements turned rapid, her own excitement growing.
Tory sucked, hard, once more. “Fuck!” He grabbed the back of her head and held her still while he shot over the edge, his come spurting into her mouth and down her throat.
Long seconds passed with Tory still on her knees, Con’s cock buried between her lips. He slid out of her and lifted her onto his lap. “I don’t deserve you,” he admitted, “but to hell if I’m giving you up. I’ll never give you up.”
She wiggled as if to get more comfortable, then said, “I guess it’s just a good thing no one’s asking you to then, huh?”
“Yeah, damn good thing.”
Chapter Seven
Tory hadn’t seen Devon since the previous night, when he’d left her alone with Con. Other than a few text messages and a chat on the phone, he’d kept his distance. She’d been worried all morning, wondering where he was, why he hadn’t shown up at breakfast. Tory heard someone clear their throat and she glanced up from the book she’d been trying—and failing—to read. As if she’d conjured him, Devon stood in the doorway to Con’s bedroom. He crossed his arms over his chest, silently watching her. Tory couldn’t judge his mood—and that worried her even more. Devon was usually pretty open.
She tossed the book on the little round table next to the chair, then sat up. “Hey.”
Devon gestured with a nod of his head toward the book. “Any good?”
She couldn’t even remember what she’d read, not that it was the author’s fault. “It’s not bad, I guess. I’ve been a bit too distracted to read much of it. What are you up to today?”
“Just finished a few errands. Figured I’d check on you.”
Feeling unaccountably insecure, Tory asked, “Curious how my night with Con went?”