Page 201 of Rules of Association

“Don’t play with me until you’re ready to do something about it honey,” Con’s velvet voice said against my skin.

The way he kissed the back of my neck made me want to foolishly say, ‘I’m ready’, but my brain cleared just enough for me to ask, “Ready? There’s more?”

“There’s more.” He sounded so sure. So confident that I could take more, I didn’t want to disappoint him by telling him I’d never successfully reached that place twice back-to-back.

“I could taste you. If you want,” I said. Secretly, I wanted to. To return what he’d now given to me twice, but I didn’t want to sound too eager either.

Con groaned in appreciation but grasped steady hands onto my shoulders instead. “Not yet. Sit up for me.”

I did, moving onto my knees and turning to face him as he leaned back on his hands on the blanket. He was still fully clothed in shorts, that crisp white shirt and a gold chain he wore whenever he dressed up hanging around his neck. Through his pants I could see the outline of a way too big part of himself. It raged against the restraint of fabric, wanting to come free. Con was watching me, but I was watching him as he reached down and adjusted himself. Palming that big thing in his hand and stroking a little as he moved to a more comfortable position.

“Fuck,” I let slip out, licking my lips. My eyes flicked up to his and I must have smiled because he grinned too. I guess I was ready to do something about it.

Connor seemed to agree. Blinking down at me he asked, “Can I take your clothes off?”

“Can I takeyoursoff?”

“Yeah,” he said. Before he even answered I was working the fabric of his tee up his torso, removing it in seconds. I couldn’t wait, my hands found his chest and his abs immediately. Running soft lines from one to the other. He was so hard with such soft, smooth skin. He had this tattoo on his ribs. Cursive words from his favorite books. I wanted to kiss them. So I did. I kissed all around him. His ribs, his stomach, lower… “I said not yet, Cee.”

He hissed the words as my mouth touched the very bottom of his waist. I may have licked him there, where the waistline of his boxers began. His hands on my shoulders brought me upright and away from the tempting area like he didn’t trust me to follow directions. He brought us both up to our knees, watching me as he reached below me and pulled my dress up from the hem. I lifted my arms above my head and only when he had me in my lace thong alone did I realize.

“Are we okay out here?” I asked.

He was staring at me. All he did was nod.

“No one will see us?”

He shook his head.

“Or hear us?”

“No baby, turn around,” he said.

I smiled, feeling worshiped under his appraising stare. “I thought you were undressing, too.”

“Just for a second. Let me see,” he said in a chaste whisper. And before waiting for me to do so, he directed his hands to my hips and turned me by them so he could see my ass. “Damn.”

I giggled.

Big thumbs looped into the strings of my thong and started to slip it off. I let him get me naked. Completely freaking naked on the beach and I didn’t even care. The only thing I cared about was him doing the same. “Your turn. Fair is fair.”

He didn’t fight me as I undid the button of his shorts. Not when I pushed them down either. At some point he stood from his knees and let them drop to the blanketed ground. In front of me was the sight of a god. Thick muscular thighs carved by years of training and effort. Large hardware tucked in tight and straining against the black fabric of his boxer briefs. I didn’t ask. I slid them right down.

“Holy fuck.” I didn’t mean to say it out loud—really, I didn’t, butholy fucking shit.

Con got down to his knees again, that boyish look of confidence covering his face. Pulling me against him, he laid us down. Kissing me until what I had just seen was on the edge of my mind, but not forgotten. He laid back, pulling me on top of him and ravaging my mouth so much that I was rubbing myself against his long, hard length like I was in heat. I was slippery with need and becoming addicted to the way the bare length of him felt. Reason almost flew out the window, lust clouding my brain and making me want him now.

Right now.

“Hold on, baby,” he said. Reaching behind him into his pants, he pulled a condom out of his pocket and handed it to me. “Put it on.”

I licked my lips and sat up over him. I could tell he wasn’t looking at what I was doing. His eyes were on me, drinking in every part of my nakedness as we lay on the beach. The ocean at our backs, the four-wheeler our only shield from the rest of the world.

I, on the other hand was focused on the task at hand. Using steady fingers, I rolled the thin rubber down.

And down, and down, and down. When I finally got to the end I expelled a breath.

“Are you kidding with this thing, Connor?”

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