Connell (Carolina Reapers 3)

Fire licked my skin as his eyes trailed the length of my body and back to my eyes.

I settled one knee between his, the other over one of his thighs as I knelt over him. I fisted his length, hard as granite in my hand, and didn’t hesitate to take him in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he hissed, arching upward.

I smiled around his cock, using my tongue to swirl around his head, moaning at the taste of him—salt and heat and pure Connell. I sucked and stroked before teasingly trailing my tongue down the side until I’d reached his base and traveled back up again. He writhed beneath me, his biceps flexing from the pressure of keeping his hands where I’d left them.

Sucking his head into my mouth again, I moaned around him as he lifted his knee between my thighs, adding a bit of pressure to my tease of a dance. So carefully, slowly, I took him deeper, as far as I could possibly go, my heart racing with the control, with the sexy as sin hisses coming from Connell’s mouth.

Then his hands were in my hair, and his cock sprang from my mouth with a little pop as I shook my head. “Ah, ah,” I chided.

He groaned from the sudden change, and I smirked at him, eyeing those hands.

Fire danced in his eyes as he raised them and put them back above his head.

And I might’ve came right there from the shift in control, from the way he allowed me to take the reins.

But I needed him back in my mouth.

And so I dove back in, reveling in the taste of him, in the way he hardened inside my mouth when I lightly, carefully grazed his hard flesh with my teeth. And just when I could feel that shift in him, just when I knew I had him, I pulled back.

A growl of protest rumbled from his chest, but I wasted no time in settling myself over him, positioning his slick tip at my drenched entrance.

“Annabelle,” he said through clenched teeth. “Condom,” he could only manage one-word sentences.

I paused, waiting. “I want to feel you inside me,” I said. “I’m on the pill. Is that okay?”

“Fuck, yes,” he answered, and I sank onto him in one smooth motion.

I threw my head back, a gasp ripping from my lips at the way he filled every inch of me. The way I went tight and loose at the same time. The way I couldn’t think around him but needed so, so much more.

I rocked my hips, bracing my hands on his firm chest for leverage. Up and down and back and forth, I rode him hard but slow, squeezing out every drop of pleasure I could. Savoring the feel of him, the scent of him, the way his blue eyes blazed as he watched me. Every inch of me coiled like a tight spring. I reached up and grabbed his hands, placing them on my breasts, needing to feel him everywhere.

A sigh of pure relief left his lips at the freedom, and he hauled himself upward until we were chest to chest, lips to lips.

And I stilled atop him as he kissed me with such tenderness, such care that I couldn’t contain the pleasured cry that escaped my lips.

His hands raked through my hair and tilted my head for a better angle as he kissed me deeper. He took his time to work more moans from my lips, and he drank them down like his favorite scotch.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, not an inch of space separating us as I began to move again. Slowly torturing us both. Each roll of my hips made the pair of us tremble from the exertion, from the rippling electricity sparking in every place we needed, wanted. Until we were breathless and sweat-slicked. Until I was sure I would die from wanting this man, from feeling this fucking good.

“Annabelle,” he sighed my name, his voice raspy with desire. “Look at me.”

I met his eyes, smiling at the delight in them.

“You’re brilliant,” he said. “Beautiful. Come with me.” The primal tenor in his voice skittered down my spine, undoing every sense of control I may have possessed.

And then he lifted as I rocked down on top of him, and release barreled through me, bursting and sparking so hard my eyes saw stars. A gasp tore through me as I threw my head back, gripping his shoulders for support as he hardened infinitely more as he found his own release inside me.

We sat there, my forehead against his, connected in more ways than physical as we caught our breath. Connell gently lifted us from the chair, kissing me sweetly as he carried us upstairs to his room, where he helped me get cleaned up before tucking me into his bed.