Suzanne Wright - From Rags

“It’s a bit hard to forget the ‘Die Bitch’ part, and I’m not thrilled about the ‘slag’ or ‘slut’ -” She broke off as his teeth grazed the column of her throat and one of his hands closed around her breast.

“You are a slut, you’re my slut.” He pinched her nipple and then bit the curve of her breast.

“Bastard,” she said breathlessly.

He explored her neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses while molding and clutching each of her breasts, wringing moans from her. She was about to make a protesting sound when his lips left her neck but his tongue curled around a taut nipple and flicked it, then his mouth closed over it and sucked hard. Moaning again, she ground herself against his hard, jeans clad dick. Oddly enough, she enjoyed the friction that came from the feel of the denim against her clit. She supposed she was sort of slutty with him at times.

“You’ve had such a shit day, haven’t you, babe. Just relax for me. Let me give you something else to think about. Let me make you forget everything.”

And then he worked her body like the master he was.

Jaxxon woke up to a lash of a tongue to her clit. The tip of that same tongue flicked the bud repeatedly, teasing it and sending zinging sensations through her. Then a long, cool breath blew over her clit and between her folds. She moaned and bucked.

“Morning,” said Connor against her clit. When he suckled on it she bucked again so he pinned her hips to the bed with his arm. “I woke up starving.” As he took to swiping his tongue through the slick folds her moans grew in volume. He couldn’t help moaning along with her as the taste of her increasingly ate at his control. Then he thrust his tongue into her, getting a more thorough tasting of her. He could happily do this for hours.

After about fifteen minutes of utter torture during which she must have plucked over a dozen hairs from his head while her fingers were threaded through it, Jaxxon couldn’t take anymore. “Connor,” she rasped.

“What is it, babe?”

Instead of words a loud groan escaped her. “Connor.” Being reduced to one word sentences was pissing her off. She mentally thumped herself. “I’m going to come.”

“I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you.”

“Then you better get inside me very fast.”

“Hold on for me a little longer.”

“Can’t.” She was very close to sobbing. She hated it when that happened. “Now, Connor.” Then suddenly her hips were tilted and his cock plunged into her as he seated himself deep. Over the edge she went, crying out and shaking. What a way to wake up!

Connor held himself immobile until her little aftershocks slipped away. Then he urged her to curl her legs around his hips and began to move, keeping his thrusts leisurely and sensual. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, groaning at how hot and tight and wet she was. The feel of Jaxx’s tight muscles gripping and stretching around him was his own personal definition of heaven.

Jaxxon had been waiting for the deliciousness of having him inside her to wane with time but if anything it only got better. She loved that sensation as he first entered her. She loved how each deliberate movement was powerful and masterful and dominant no matter how gentle or rough he was. She loved how he filled her so deeply, making her feel as though she could burst. And the smoothness of his flesh against her own was amazing. Wait a minute…His flesh against her own? She knew something felt different. “Connor.”

“I know, babe, I know I’m bareback I’ll put a condom on in a minute, I swear, I just want to feel you around me. Just for a minute.” He’d never taken a woman without a condom before. Naturally he’d always wondered what it was like without them. But with Jaxx he needed to know. He would put on a condom in a minute, he really would, he just needed to know how it felt to take her skin-to-skin. The feel of her come coating his cock was amazing.

Although his movements were slow, it fired her desire having the feel of him inside her like this. She tried not to arch into him and beat at his control but while she was caught up in the thrall of the pleasure that he could give her she didn’t have a lot of control herself. His touch was rekindling the giddy tingles from her last orgasm.

“I’ll pull out in a sec, I promise I will.”

She wasn’t sure who he was trying to reassure more: her or himself. She recalled the conversation they’d had one night when she had been teasing him about the slutty life he’d led and he had sworn that he’d always worn a condom and he still got himself checked out regularly. “You don’t have to stop if you don’t want to, I’m on the pill.” She had been since she was fourteen to regulate her crazy, heavy periods. Instantly Connor stilled. “If you want to use a condom then get it on quick because I’m close and these slow thrusts of yours are -” She broke off as he abruptly slammed into her, dragging a loud groan from her which mingled with his.

“Harder?” he gritted out.

“Yes.”

This time he slammed into her so hard she hit the headboard. “Faster?”

“A lot faster.”

He smiled at the frustration in her voice. Then he firmly caught her hips, dragged her to him away from the headboard, and hammered into her the way she loved. Jesus Christ it was a million times better with nothing to keep his skin from hers. “Look at me, Jaxx.”

She opened her eyes to find his face a mask of intensity; his lips were set into a hard line, his jaw was so tense she would bet his teeth hurt, and his eyes had that merciless glint to them and had darkened to flint. He cupped her arse and shifted her slightly so that he was now hitting her G-spot with every thrust. “God, Connor.”

“Now, Jaxx,” he demanded in a harsh voice. “Come for me right now, come with me.” Then he slammed into her even harder than before and they both came together; her screaming, and him groaning her name.

Jaxxon closed her eyes as she waited for him to roll off her and sigh and mutter about how he shouldn’t have done that. Any other bloke would see no need to panic but this was a bloke who didn’t want kids. Instead, he did something that took her completely by surprise. He gave her a soft, lingering kiss and then took her with him as he rolled onto his side. She wondered if he had ever gone bareback with another woman. Quickly she shook off the thought of him with someone else, it wasn’t a nice visual. “What time is it?”

“Well my alarm went off at half six so it must be about seven now.”

“How is it that I didn’t hear your alarm?” She had always been a light sleeper.

“You were obviously so satiated after I fucked you to sleep that you were halfway to comatose.”

Hearing the self-satisfaction in his tone she pinched his bicep. “No one likes a smug bastard. What time are you leaving for the gym?”

“Same time you’re leaving for the studio, half seven. So I suppose we better get up.” He swatted her arse then jumped up before she could return the favour. One thing Connor adored Jaxx for was that she didn’t take ages in the bathroom. Also, she didn’t mind sharing it while she used it. This morning, though, she made him agree not to join her in the shower because they’d learned during their stay in France that there was no way they could be together in the shower without something sexual happening, and this morning they didn’t have time.

As usual, Jaxx was washed and dressed within twenty minutes. He was glad she wasn’t someone who lathered herself in make-up except when working; in his opinion she didn’t need it and looked more stunning without it. Another thing he liked was that despite the industry she worked in she didn’t skip breakfast, even if all she had time for was a slice of toast, she didn’t start her day on an empty stomach. What Connor didn’t like about this morning was that he was leaving a humungous animal in his apartment for the day. Jaxx assured him that he wouldn’t get back to find that Bronty had done a Turner and Hooch to the place, mostly because she didn’t believe he knew he was a dog which was something she was going to look into. He also didn’t like the thought of her being away from him while the person responsible for trashing her own apartment was waltzing around and so far had gone undetected. He still believed it was Anita but Jaxx still wasn’t convinced.