Suzanne Wright - From Rags

“For God’s sake, Connor, will you leave my fucking belly button the fuck alone and either move up a fucking bit or down a fucking bit!” A moan of relief spilled from her when finally his hands possessively closed over her breasts as his mouth landed on a nipple and latched on tight. His hands massaged and kneaded while he suckled on the bud and then plucked at it with his teeth. Jaxxon moaned again as she felt a climax building. The bastard had subjected her to a sensual assault, rendering her a bomb waiting to go off.

He lifted his head and pinned her with a look. “Don’t come yet.”

“Like I can help it!” He smiled and it was too cocky and smug for her liking. “Oh you think this is funny, do you?” She abruptly curled her hand around his dick and stroked him. He groaned and she mimicked his smug grin.

Connor placed her hands back above her head. “I told you, no touching me yet. You had your fun in the car.”

“I also made you come .” He kept backing off every time she came close to the edge.

His smile transformed from cocky to wicked. “You’re right. I’m being selfish. You want to come, I’ll make you come.” He slid down her body, nipping and sucking just because.

One lash of his tongue to her clit had Jaxxon’s body bucking. His fingers parted her wet folds and he blew out a long breath, making her entire body quiver. Then he swept that tongue between her folds and swirled it around her clit. She was lost.

“You taste so good,” he groaned. Pinning her restless hips to the bed, Connor feasted on her; lapping, suckling, licking, nipping. He continuously flicked the bud with the tip of his tongue, loving the sounds she made. He couldn’t resist biting on it gently. Then he plunged his tongue deep inside her and stabbed over and over.

“Oh my God ,” she rasped. Unconsciously she grabbed his head but he gently slapped her hands away and mumbled ‘Above your head’. The vibrations of his words rocketed up into her core and sent sizzles through her body. As he alternated between stabbing his tongue and swirling it around, wringing moans and gasps and words of encouragement from her, she held onto the headboard to anchor herself. He had totally overloaded her senses…and now he was doing something else oh so clever with that seriously talented tongue of his. Tremors were racking her. She was so close yet so far because he was dragging it out. “Connor,” she said in a cautioning tone.

“Just a little longer, babe.” He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her.

“No. I need to come now.” His onslaught continued. “Connor.”

Connor speared a finger inside her and targeted her G-spot as his mouth latched onto her clit and suckled. She gave a loud cry as she came, shuddering and bucking. Her eyes were wild when she opened them again. They pulled at his soul, fired his blood and…there was another feeling but he didn’t want to examine it. He retrieved a condom from the bedside drawer, donned it quickly then settled his hips between her invitingly spread thighs. Locking one of his hands around both her wrists, he pinned them above her head and began to slowly work himself inside her. It was killing him to move slowly but she was so tight and he didn’t want to hurt her more than he already was.

Jaxxon sucked in a breath as her muscles stretched to accommodate his girth. The pressure was unbelievably good, even with the burning; that edge of pain added to the pleasure like a cherry complimented a cake. Yes, the pain could stay. But this going slow business…that had to go. “You know, Connor, as big as your dick is, it’s not really the destructive weapon you apparently perceive it to be. And I’m no delicate flower of the north.”

“Jaxx, you’re tight and I’m so hard it hurts. I want you screaming in pleasure, not pain.” He added in a low voice, “I hurt you last time.”

“I liked it. I even relived the entire thing with my vibrator when I got home.”

He groaned and dropped his forehead to hers. “Don’t start talking like that again. I’m hanging on by a very thin thread here.”

She curled her legs around his hips. “If you won’t snap that thread, I will.”

The second her teeth sank into the flesh of his shoulder he was a goner. “Fuck.” He slammed home and his groan mingled with hers. Her muscles clamped around him and it felt so good. Better than he remembered. Along with the pleasure was relief; he was finally inside her, finally where he needed to be. It was agony not moving. “Jaxx, you okay?”

A good word to describe what she felt was ‘full’. So unbearably yet blissfully full. Her intense gaze pierced him. “Fuck me, Connor.”

And there went his sanity. His control was utterly shattered; reason and rationality gone. His lips set in a merciless slash as he ruthlessly powered into her at a frenzied pace. “Is this what you want?” he gritted out in a harsh voice.

“Yes,” she hissed. His mouth took hers in a hot, urgent, dominating kiss. She returned the kiss and drew his tongue into her mouth, teasingly sucking it just as she had his cock. Logic told Jaxxon that they were as close as it was possible for two people to be, and yet her body repeatedly writhed and twisted and arched beneath him in an anxious bid to be closer. He seemed to have the same frantic need as his hands grabbed, shaped, clutched, squeezed and kneaded her body like he was trying to mold her to him. It was like they were fevered with need, drugged by each other. The tension just continued to build inside her, winding her body tighter and tighter.

Connor groaned as her nails dug into the flesh of his back. “That’s it, babe, scratch me.” The sweet pain had him driving into her impossibly harder, wrenching louder moans from her. He knew this was going beyond rough but he also knew nothing could make him stop. Every nerve ending was aflame with the skin-to-skin contact. Every sense was honed on Jaxx, making him totally attuned to her so that he knew exactly when her release was imminent before she even spoke.

“Connor,” she rasped, “I’m going to come.”

By then he had already adjusted his position slightly so that he ground against her clit with every hard thrust. She was practically sobbing now. “Come for me, Jaxx. Let me feel you come.” Seconds later she shattered, screaming, as her muscles clamped bitingly around his cock, triggering his own climax. He bit out a harsh expletive as he exploded with what had to be an unnatural force.

The first thought that Connor had when his brain collected itself was: Again. Inwardly he snickered. Even after she had sucked him like a hoover, even after he had uncovered and tasted every inch of her and lived out his fantasy, he still wanted her. Instead of feeling less desperate for her touch, he was ready and eager for his next fix. Conscious of his heavy weight crushing her, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him so he could remain inside her, and lazed her over his chest. Both of them were breathless, limp, and being racked by reverberations. He closed his eyes, well and truly sated.

Jaxxon was glad he couldn’t see her face. She didn’t want him to read any of what she was feeling. She had been apprehensive about them using a bed, worried that it might make everything seem that more much intimate, worried that she wouldn’t find it so easy to keep a chunk of herself detached and safe. It turned out that she had been right to have such concerns. A traitorous voice within her was insisting that Connor wouldn’t have spent such time exploring and pleasuring her and wouldn’t hold her so close if this was all physical. The fourteen year old girl in her fully agreed. That naive little girl could stop that crap right now! This was Connor for God’s sake! It didn’t mean anything that he had been so attentive; of course he was good at sex, he’d had plenty of practice. She supposed that she shouldn’t be too hard on herself – he had promised her that he would fuck her ’til she couldn’t think straight and that was exactly what was happening. Oh she did like a bloke who made good on his promise.