Page 44 of Puck the Holidays

“Yes,” I say, but it comes out like a plea. His lips curl at the corners.

“Then, buckle up, sweetheart.”

Chapter Nineteen

Connor

I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve fucked tonight, how many times Hattie has come, how many times I had to pinch myself to believe it was allactuallyhappening.

I’d been a bit worried it would be too much for her, that I should ease into things a bit more, but she’d only ever spurred me on,beggedfor more. I’m rarely surprised in the bedroom. I can usually read people pretty well and can gauge how they might react to things. Never in a million years would have thought sweet, little Southern Belle Hattie McNamara was an insatiable, dirty-talk-loving, adventurous, sex goddess.

When I’d first slid deep inside her, I nearly came right then and there. I pride myself on lasting, but there I was, ready to lose it after one pump like I was fifteen again in the back of my dad’s old truck with Kelly Johnson. I managed to hold out, running plays in my head and thinking of practice drills until I somehow got a grip on myself. Then, the weight of the moment had nearly felled me. It wasn’t just the physical aspect of finally being buried so deep inside Hattie that our bodies were all but fused together. It was so much more than that. It was connection on some insane, soul-deep level that I couldn’t even understand. It was the feeling of relief and contentment, of feeling for the first time that I was exactly where I was meant to be, the utterrightnessof the situation washing over me like a soft, caressing wave.

Then I’d pulled back and the look in Hattie’s eyes had brought on a carnal, primal kind of lust that I could barely comprehend. After that, it had been a whirlwind of sweat-slicked bodies and cries of pleasure; biting; scratching; kissing until my lips were sore and hers were swollen; going until we couldn’t possibly go anymore.

And in between those bouts of the greatest sex of my life, I’d pull her into my chest and kiss her damp temple, gently run my fingers down her back as we caught our breath.Thatwas new. I was never really big on the whole afterglow thing before. I was never an ass who just immediately got dressed and ran out the door, but I never felt the need to cuddle or nap with my previous partners. If things got especially…heated, there was always a bit of aftercare, but it wasn’t like this. With Hattie, it was so completely different on so many levels.

Now, she’s dozing with her head on my chest, early morning light streaming in through the bottom of the curtains, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt such utter contentment. We didn’t do much talking last night—well, not that kind anyway, though plenty was said and I’m already starting to get hard just thinking about Hattie telling me exactly what she wanted, how she wanted it, begging,demanding…I shake myself—so, I’m not sure what she’s thinking or what last night meant to her.

What did it mean to me? I let out a long sigh. It meant fuckingeverything. But, if she doesn’t want this to be more than just one great night after the Christmas Party, if she wants to just blame it on high emotions and alcohol, I’ll find a way to be ok with that. I have to be. She’s too important to me for any other alternative. So, I’ll grit my teeth and bare it, pretend that I’m fine never touching her again, even if I’ll be dying a little inside every fucking second.

I lightly trace my fingers down her spine and she shudders, a soft moan passing her lips. She’s still mostly asleep, and I know exactly how I want to wake her up. I smile at the thought, cock already jumping to attention. All I know is that it is a damn good thing stamina is very important to my job, otherwise there's no way I would have been able to keep up all night—and be ready to go again this morning after only an hour or so of rest.

I dip my fingers between us and start to slowly rub her clit. Another moan and she raises her leg, giving me better access, though she doesn’t move her head from my chest. Too exhausted? I chuckle but gently start fingering her, moving nice and slow, getting so deep in her hot little pussy. Everything about her turns me on in ways I can't even wrap my head around. Her breaths start to come faster, tickling my chest, and her fingers clench where one hand rests over my stomach.

"Mmmm, Connor…" I keep pumping my fingers until she's nice and wet. She yelps in surprise when I lift her body upward in one quick movement, settling her thighs on either side of my face. Now she’s far from asleep, eyes wide with interest and arousal. I grip her hips and pull her downward and then, I feast on her, nice and slow, taking my time to enjoy every lap of my tongue, every taste of her, gently licking her pussy over and over. I know she’s got to be sore, so I take care to keep everything nice and soft. Her head falls back and her soft mewls drive me crazy. She’s so responsive. So sensitive. So fucking sexy.

“Connor…don’t stop…” she whispers, voice rough with sleep and from her screams the night before. She starts to rock her hips, grinding her pussy down on my face and I fucking love it, can't get enough. I keep things slow though, even when she's writhing with need, keeping her at the razor's edge. She whimpers when I close my lips around her clit, sucking gently while I reach up and palm her breasts. "Oh Godddd." Her hands cover mine and we move together to massage her flesh, before her hands move upward, piling her hair on top of her head.

“Connor, I’m…I’m close…”

She grinds her hips faster, desperate to come. I pinch her nipples—hard—as I move my tongue just a tiny bit faster and she screams, tunneling her fingers into my hair and holding my face to her dripping pussy. When she explodes on my tongue, my eyes slide shut in pleasure, my own hips arching upward in response. She shudders above me as I lap up every last drop, about to start right back up again, but before I even realize what she’s doing, she’s sliding downward. She turns her back to me and glides down on my cock without warning.

“Oh, fuck!” I grate as she starts to ride me. This view is…Jesus fuckit's hot. I can’t decide what part of her I love most, but her ass is definitely up there.The things I want to do with it one day…I bite my lip and try to force the thoughts away. Watching her slide up and down, seeing my cock disappear inside her…I reach out and grab her ass, kneading and squeezing and yanking her down harder while I buck my hips upward.So much for gentle.But if Hattie wants hard and fast, if she wants to ride me, then who the fuck am I to argue?

“That’s my fucking girl. Ride my cock, Hattie. Ride it hard.” She moans loudly, and my lips curl upward. Hattie likes to be praised. And fuck do I like praising her. I swear to God last night when I called her a good girl, she came almost instantly.

“Oh God. Right there,” she pants. “That feels so fucking good. I love your cock so deep inside me, Connor." I grit my teeth. Not only does Hattie Jane McNamara like being dirty talkedto, she likes to do the talking as well—and Iloveit.

"Then fucking take it deeper, baby." I yank her down hard and thrust my hips up, and she screams out.

"GOD!” Her head falls back and I keep up the rhythm, arching upward as I pull her down, her hips twisting and rolling. She grips my legs, nails digging in and I know she’s getting close. She cries out as she comes, and I can feel her contracting around my cock, tight little pulses squeezing me over and over. It’s too fucking much. I dig my heels into the mattress and buck upward twice more before I join her over the edge, grunting something unintelligible even to my own ears.

I lift her off of me, and she melts into an adorable little orgasm-riddled puddle. I grab a towel from the floor and clean us both up. Once I settle back in, she maneuvers enough to rest her head on my stomach, her body sprawled boneless across the bed.

“I never woulda thought that forgetting my floss would lead to all this,” she says eventually, voice rough and breathless, holding my hand when I lay it over her stomach.

I chuckle. “Is that why you were in the elevator then? I wondered for all of thirty seconds during the night.”

“Hmm, thirty seconds? Was your mind otherwise occupied perhaps?” She turns her head to grin at me, her hair tickling my stomach, and then continues, “But yeah, I was going to see if the front desk had any floss when I found you.”

“Well thank God for your superb dental hygiene, then.”

“Hear hear!” she cheers, raising her fist in the air. I laugh and she lets out a long sigh. “I don’t think I can walk. I mean literally. Every muscle in my body feels like it’s made of jelly. I don’t think I can move from this bed.”

“Well, why on earth would you wanna do that?”

She laughs. “We can’t stay here forever, Connor.” She flips so she’s on her stomach, gaze meeting mine. I reach out and brush her hair away from her face.

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