For Her Protection-An Alpha Romance(29)

His knee hit the floor with a thud. He knelt behind her, grasped her  panties, inching them down over her hips, kissing the skin he revealed.  He paused with her panties halfway down the curve of her ass and sank  his teeth into one cheek-hard.

Charlie squeaked and glanced over her shoulder. Connor looked up at her  with his mouth still on her ass. The look he wore made her want to beg  him to bite her again. Lust, need, worship. A look that sent those very  feelings echoing through her. He jerked her panties down the rest of the  way. They pooled on the floor.

He rubbed over her backside, thumbs circling down toward her entrance.  They pushed together between her thighs, brushing her lips.

"Say where you want me."

"Inside me, Connor. Inside me now."

He guided her forward until she bent at the waist. Her heart fluttered  as her face approached the bed, no hands to stop herself. Connor reached  in front of her and eased her down until her cheek rested on the quilt.

The movement pushed her ass up, revealed her sex to him and in that  moment she knew what it truly meant to be exposed. Bent over, arms tied  behind her, bare feet pressed against the ground but still off-balance,  pussy on show.

Vulnerable.

But impatience itched under her skin. Made any lesser emotion impossible  because Connor was about to do things to her. Things she couldn't wait  for him to do.         

     



 

He kneaded her ass with his palms. "Fuck, Charlie, do you have any idea how hot you are like this?"

He slid a hand between her legs and over her slippery sex.

Charlie rocked back, pushing her pussy toward the pressure.

"Is this where you want me?" he whispered, two fingers hovering over her entrance.

She raised herself onto her toes, arching and straining. "Yes."

He made a wolf-like sound and pushed into her.

Filled her to the edge of completeness, a tease that sent a stream of  pleasure into her core. Then it was impossible to stay still. He moved  his fingers, no gentleness this time, just that firm rhythm against a  place buried inside her that sent the tension swirling tighter.

She bucked and arched, wiggled and strained.

He slid his fingers from her and she yelled something at him that sounded vaguely like English.

Then the rough scrape of his bristles grazed the back of her thighs. He  pushed her cheeks open. She gasped, her torso rising off the bed, then  his hot, wet tongue replaced his fingers. He licked over her and she  dissolved into bliss. Flew toward a blinding orgasm. Only part of her  registered the dirty thrill of being licked from behind, him accessing  every inch of her. A dirty thrill that sent another bolt of pleasure  into her nerves.

He pulled her hips back hard and flicked his tongue over her clit and  shoved his fingers back into her. She came apart. Sensations  bursting-shuddering through her, stiffening some muscles yet twitching  and releasing others, like some kind of bliss-filled fit.

He didn't stop. Licked and sucked her until the stroke on her sensitized clit was too much.

"Enough." She twisted from his face.

Connor made a satisfied rumble against her ass then rose. She closed her eyes, catching her breath.

He'd ripped the strength clean out of her.

His clothes hit the floor with a woosh and her eyes flew open again.  Somehow her exhausted body found a way to flare with need again. A new  ache rose up to bust through her contentment.

The crisp hairs on his thighs tickled the back of her legs and she hummed deep in the back of her throat.

"I've dreamed about fucking you helpless like this."

His erection touched her backside and she jerked, linking her bound  hands together and holding on. He rubbed against her ass, sliding just  deep enough between her cheeks that the skin on her entire body flushed  hot.

He flipped her onto her back on the edge of the bed.

She wiggled against the covers, adjusting her hands against her back,  then looked up. Her breath stopped. Connor naked above her. His great  big erection pointed right at her. His hard-muscled body rippling with  lust that seemed to jump off him in little electric waves.

Her thighs fell open. More open really. Her chest bowed, her nipples  aimed to the ceiling. He growled and leaned forward, sucking one into  his mouth. She groaned. Her pussy throbbed and ached as though she  hadn't just had a mind-blowing orgasm moments before. Connor leaned up,  plucked a pillow from the bed and lifted her head, then placed the  pillow under her neck. He ran his hands over her exposed body from her  throat to her pelvis.

She arched into his touch like a hungry little cat.

His gaze fell to her exposed center and the muscles in his shoulders  strained toward the surface of his skin. He grasped his cock and rubbed  it over her pussy. The fat lip of his mushroomed head flicked over her  swollen clit.

Pleasure slammed into her womb like a wall of flame.

"Oh, shit," she groaned, entire midsection straining off the bed.

Connor stared at her and his jaw hardened. He pressed his cock against her pussy.

"Watch, Charlie," he said, "Watch what I do to you."

She pulled her gaze from his face to where he entered her. He glided in.  One excruciating, blissful fraction at a time. He splayed her open and  she could see it. Could see her flesh open to him, surrender, take  everything he had. The sight anchored her to her body, stopped her mind  from floating away yet made every sensation that much more real. The  pleasure all the more shattering. He pulled out then sank back in. Her  insides contracted. He looked up from her pussy and his gaze locked on  hers.

He let go, plunging into her and fucking her. Movement and pleasure spun  her wide out of control. She wanted to reach out, grasp his forearms  and hold on. But all she could do was arch and bow and strain. All she  could do was take and take and take. So she took. Took until she  couldn't keep herself together anymore. Took it as he gave her every  inch of his beautiful cock, with one deep thrust after another.

He filled her beyond fullness. Every vacant emptiness, every hollow  she'd ever felt inside, replenished and completed. Then she came,  muscles clamping down on his cock and the pressure pushed outward,  expanding until her skin felt tight then somehow burst free and pulsed  through her entirety.         

     



 

She shouted and Connor thrust harder then pulled out, shooting hot semen  onto her abdomen. He collapsed onto her, breathing hard, and rolled her  with him onto her side.

Her pulse slowed, breath by breath.

Her shoulders strained, reality reminding her of the actual awkwardness  of being tied up. She laughed softly. Possibly they don't show that  part-the beached turtle bit, that is-of kinky fucking in dirty books and  movies.

"Untie me," she whispered.

He broke into an infuriating grin.

"Don't like it?" He stroked her hip, so clearly reveling in her helplessness. "I could've sworn you got off on it … "

His touch ventured to her ass, and his palm came down on her cheek with a stinging thwack.

Her eyes flew wide, and her gasp broke on a laugh. "Well, if you're  going to keep me tied up like this then you're going to have to keep it  up."

Another whack landed on her backside, but before she could squeal, the bind on her wrists tugged free.

"That's a wicked thing to say to a man." He hauled her thigh around his waist, and stroked where he'd smacked her.

She smoothed up his chest, to his neck. "Then it's lucky I have you to teach me a lesson … "

Her fingers stilled at his jaw-her heart thudding.

"What?"

She scanned his face. "Do I have you?"

His expression was like a sigh, a sudden tightening before letting go. "You have me, Charlie, what are you really asking?"

Her lungs went hard. How'd he read her so well? How could he know that "Do I have you?" could just as easily be-can I trust you?

Do you want me how I want you?

Will you hurt me?

But who was she kidding, "Do I have you?" was most of all-You have me.

And I'm scared.

She swallowed, there seemed to be a beehive in her mouth. Her tongue  thick like it'd been bitten. Her throat sticky like it was full of  honey. "I know when I found that USB that I didn't give you a chance to  explain." Her thumb brushed his jaw, watching his stubble shift. "I'm  used to being betrayed by people I love."

His fingers curled in her flesh. Her gaze flew up. His expression heated in a way she'd never seen before. What had she said?

By the people I love …

The words pounded in the back of her head. She didn't try to correct or take them back. They were true.

"I believe you when you say what you did was to protect me." She slid  her hand to the back of his neck and gripped it hard. "I believe in you,  and I'm not sure you understand what that means … "

His features softened into a look that hit her right in her pounding heart muscle.

He does know.

She curled closer, and shut her eyes. "But this can only work if we're open and honest."

"Agreed." He held her tighter, his hand moving to the small of her back, drawing her in. "I'll tell you anything-just ask me."