Page 39 of Grind
“Connor,” I push his head further into my center. It’s so close, that promise of letting go.
He pulls his delicious mouth away from me and I make a sound, agony ripping through me at the denial. Working my clit with his finger, he takes my nipple into his mouth, biting gently and then circling it with his tongue before sucking it deep into his mouth. He repeats the same magic over and over again moving between my breasts. I’m aching for him and arch my hips up, an involuntary signal and invitation to him to fill me.
“Connor, fuck me.” It’s taking everything I have to force my lips to form words, to say any word but his name.
Blue eyes cloud with desire, as he slides a finger into me.
“You’re so goddamn tight. Who are you so wet for, Ava?”
“Connor,” I moan, desperate for him to continue that wonderful friction. His eyes gleam, and he lets out a little growl.
“Who do you want to come for, Ava? Who do you want inside you?”
Connor has never been brutal to me, but he’s pushing me to the absolute edge of my control with a kind of possessive drive. It breaks me, pushes me beyond reason, and it’s all I can do to whisper his name, over and over again.
His head is lowered to my breast, his lips working my nipple, and I push against his hand. He inserts a second finger, stretching me as his thumb continues to rub gentle circles on my clit. My body starts to pulse around him, to give way, and just as release begins to crest, he pulls his hand away.
My hands tangle in his hair. I cry out a “No!” in frustration. But he’s in control, the one who decides if I get what I want, what I need. So turned on right now, so under this man’s spell. I’ll give anything to him in this moment if he’ll just give me what I want. He pulls me out of my seat, spins me around, and presses my chest against the bed. A condom wrapper crinkles.
His body positions itself over mine, and I could weep at the thought of him filling me from behind. His lips are next to my ear, his breath desert-hot on my skin. “I love you, Ava.”
Even in this state, when every sense is piqued to the very edge of reason, there’s a swell in my chest in response to these words and for just a minute his fingers wrap around mine. He nibbles gently at my ear, as he positions the head of his huge cock at my entry.
“I want you to come with me, baby,” he says, his voice thick with desire. His hands caress down my back and then over my ass, giving it a little slap. The sweet sting of my skin offers some relief, another reminder that this man is in control. He yanks my hips back. I’m practically panting with desire, yearning to open up to him.
“Yes,” I groan as he slides into my pussy from behind, filling me up. It feels so fucking good. Masterfully, he slides in inch by inch from tip to balls, stretching me out and commanding every sensation of my body with his length. Waiting until I grind against him, demanding more, he begins thrusting hard, deep, and fast. His hands are on my hips, pulling me against him with every thrust, and I twist my hips a little, causing him to curse. Our bodies move together perfectly, and I’m rocketing toward the edge of release.
Tenderness will come later, but there’s something else in this moment. A claiming, a possession, a request to yield—and every part of my body responds to what he offers me.
“Come for me, Ava,” he growls, pounding his cock deeper and deeper.
His husky voice pushes me over the edge and I come around his hard shaft, shattering into a million pieces as I scream out his name.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he grunts. “You are so perfect.” Soon he’s riding the waves of his own orgasm, pulling my ass against him and sliding his hand possessively up my chest. I’m still panting, still coming down. He stays inside me for a few minutes, but then I start to shiver, so he pulls out, pulling us both onto the bed and under the blankets.
“You’re so amazing, Ava” Connor says, holding me close. “I love every part of you.”
Too tired to reply, I nestle closer to him, pressing tightly against his body. But not before I trace a finger down the side of his face, planting the softest of kisses on his lips.
Falling deep into sleep, it’s the best rest I have in ages.
17
Ava
From the outside, the Kildare has a kind of seedy feel that I don’t expect. But when I head inside, the sounds of laughter and people having a good time drown out everything else.
Connor said his father created the Kildare as a place to bring the community together. I get it now.
Shouldering my way through the crowd, I scan the faces for Connor and my eyes finally come to rest on the familiar lines of his face. Square jaw, strong features, and the shock of dark hair above brilliant blue eyes. He’s shoulder-to-shoulder – or should I say, wide shoulder to wide shoulder – with two other men.
One of them I recognize, the fighter from the photo. A tiny redhead squeezes in under his arm, telling a joke that has everyone laughing. Connor looks so happy. So relaxed.
Maybe this was a mistake.
“He’s been hoping you’d come today,” a familiar cool, crisp voice says over my shoulder.
I start, and turn to see Seamus carrying four beers toward the table where his family sits. He’s dressed in a dark suit, but at least he’s not wearing a tie.
