"Come for me."
She screams.
Her whole body fucking detonates under me, her back arching high off the couch, her pussy gripping me tight and her arms wrapping around me and yanking me against her.
And I let go.
I roar as I rock deep inside of her and feel myself explode, my cock throbbing and pulsing again and again as I fill her with every single thing I have, until we're panting, slowing, and finally coming to a shuddered stop.
My vision clouds, my head spins, and my world turns upside down.
Because somehow, I've just had the best goddamn sex of my life.
And I want fucking more.
Chapter Nineteen
Sierra
My heart's racing when I finally come down, something that feels like electricity sizzling through my body.
I can't believe I did that.
And yet, at the same time, I can't believe how hot it was. I'm staring at Connor, his chest heaving as his body coils on the other side of the couch from me. My eyes trace over the hard lines and deep grooves of his body - the muscles rippling beneath skin - skin and muscle that just made me feel things I've never even imagined.
Because I know what I just did was wrong, and insane, and probably some sort of Stockholm syndrome thing I'll be talking to a therapist about later. But for now, there's only one thought in my head about it: what just happened was hands down, no question, the best sex of my life.
Nothing I've ever experienced even comes close to the unbridled, totally unhinged and uninhibited whatever that was that he and I just did. I've never been taken like that. No one's ever made me theirs like he just did, or dominated me completely until I was drowning in the sweet release of it all.
Connor uncoils from the couch, stretching as he stands. He turns his eyes sparking something hungry as he drags them over my own nude form.
"Drink?"
I swallow, nodding. "Yeah."
"Vodka?"
I make a face. "Ugh, pass."
"Not in the arson mood?"
I give him a wry smile.
"Whiskey if you have it."
"Sweetheart, I'm Boston Irish, born and raised in Southie. I'd have to give my membership card back if I didn't have whiskey."
He grabs a bottle of something nice looking and two glasses from his bar cart against the wall and strides back over - totally naked and totally not seeming to even care.
I blush as my eyes drink him in, devouring every inch of his perfect, sculpted man's body.
God, he's fucking gorgeous, in this dark, scarred, masculine way. My eyes drop to his cock, still half hard between his muscled thighs - thick, and still slick from what we did. I swallow the blush from my face, feeling my body respond and feeling the tingling wetness bloom between my legs.
God, what is wrong with me?
I've had good sex before, but I've never sat there ogling a dick after the fact.
Hungering for more.
Obsessing over it.
I shake my head, blushing all over again as I realize he's holding a glass out to me.
"Something catch your eye?"
My face burns.
"You're cute when you're embarrassed, you know."
"I'm not," I say quickly.
"You're blushing."
And of course, I only blush harder.
"Why don't you get a closer look."
Heat flushed through me as my brows shoot up at his words.
"Oh, I-"
His hand wraps around his cock as it starts to throb harder and harder.
Fuck.
I'm so wet, and I want so much more of him, even if he's just made me come harder than I've ever come before.
He moves closer, standing in front of me as I sit on the couch with my legs tucked under me. I look up, meeting his eyes and feeling the throb of heat there.
"Open your mouth, princess," he growls.
I swallow, my eyes going wide as the heat roars through me.
"Open those sweet lips of yours."
His hand goes to my jaw, cupping it and running his thumb over my cheek. It traces lower, over my lips, and before I know what I'm doing, I'm opening them and sucking his thumb inside.
"Good girl," he growls.
I whimper, and I suck his thumb harder, swirling my tongue over it as our eyes lock. He moves closer, pumping his cock as he withdraws his thumb.
"I-"
I eye his cock, still slick from us. I glance up, meeting his eyes again.
"Open your mouth, princess," he growls again softly.
The rest of my hesitation falls away, and I open my lips and wrap them around his cock. I shiver as I slide my mouth over him, tasting the mix of his saltiness and my sweetness. It's so damn dirty, and nothing I've ever done before. And it makes me feel so filthy in the best possible way.
I moan as I swirl my tongue over him, tasting us even more and inhaling more of him into my mouth. I can feel the throb of desire jolt through me, the heat pooling between my legs as I suck him. His hand tightens in my hair as he groans, throwing his head back.
"Fuck, just like that, sweetheart."
I moan louder, spurred by his words. I suck more of him into my mouth, reaching up to run my hands over the grooves of his hips and abs, and feeling my head spin.
God, he's such a man. So cut, so chiseled and carved from marble.
I move my hand to his shaft, my small fingers not even touching as I curl them around his thickness. I stroke him as I swirl my tongue over his head, moaning louder now as I squeeze my thighs together.
"Spread your legs," he growls.
I glance up, shivering as his eyes burn into me.
He nods. "Let me see how wet you are."
I whimper, moving onto my knees on the couch, sitting back on my heels with my legs spread. He pulls away from me, stroking his cock as he eyes me hungrily.
"Touch yourself."
I blush, biting my lip. There's something about the demanding way he commands and the way he directs me - the edge in his voice. All of it has me more turned on and wetter than I've ever been.
Slowly, I drop my hand down my body, teasing over my belly and moving lower between my thighs.
He's right. I'm soaking wet, and I whimper as my fingers trace over my slippery lips.
"Nice and wet," he says softly, making me whimper.
"Show me."
I moan, lifting my fingers away. He pulls my hand up, his eyes locked on mine as he brings my fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.
Holy fuck.
I'm in over my head. I'm drowning in the rawness of this man. This is so far beyond anything I've ever done before, and I'm loving it. I feel so dirty, and like his princess at the same time.
He pushes my hand back down, stroking his cock as he steps towards me again.
"Play with that pussy, baby girl," he groans, and I moan.
I open my mouth and suck him inside, moaning as I play with my clit, feeling him throb in my mouth. His hands gather my hair in a ponytail, holding it tight as I bob up and down his thick cock.
Connor's groaning and I can feel myself start to tense.
He pulls away, gritting his teeth and sucking in air before he grins wickedly at me. He turns and sits on the couch next to me, and I gasp as he pulls me into his lap again. My legs spread, falling on either side of his hips, and I can feel the head of his cock pushing against my opening. Hands grab my ass tightly - possessively - and start to pull me down onto him.
I whimper as I start to sink down, his hands holding me tightly as he rocks his hips up to bury every inch of his length inside.
"Fuck yes," I gasp, my hands dropping to his chest and clawing at his skin as I feel him throb deep inside of me.
His hands cup my ass, lifting me up until just the head is inside before he pulls me back down, filling me to the brim with his thickness. I cry out as he does it again, slowly sliding me off of him before driving into the hilt in one stroke. His powerful hands grab me, and his arm muscles strain and ripple as he starts to bounce me up and down on his lap, fucking me so deliciously.
We start to move faster, this dominant, powerful man pumping me up and down on his cock like I weigh nothing at all. His mouth drops to my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there and making me cry out. My nipples drag over his chest, and my hands slide into the back of his hair, holding him to my neck as I bounce on his cock and let myself start to fall.
My body starts to crumble and shatter, and when I feel his fingers tighten on my skin and feel his rumbling groan vibrate through my whole body, it all starts to explode.
The climax comes exploding out of nowhere. I scream into his shoulder, his cock still driving into me mercilessly as I come like an avalanche on him. Connor groans, pumping into me, his hand tight on my hips before he drives in deep and roars. I gasp as I feel him pulsing hot inside of me as my body tumbles all over again.
Two days ago, I was taken.
Two days ago, the Sierra I used to know was kidnapped from the life she was drowning in and thrown head first into this new one. And I'm not sure who this new version of her is exactly, what the hell is wrong with her that she's here having the best sex of her life with the dangerous, dark, dominating stranger who took her away from that life …
But I like this new version.
A lot.
Chapter Twenty
Sierra
I close my eyes and groan, letting the whiskey tease down my throat as I sink back into the couch.
Connor chuckles, and I feel his weight shift next to me.
"You okay?"
I laugh as I open my eyes and meet his. I tuck my legs under me, biting my lip.
"Yeah, that was just … " I trail off. "Yeah."
He grins, turning to lie back against the armrest, facing me. His legs spread, one muscled knee crooked up with his arm resting on it, holding his glass of whiskey.