She wanted it too damn badly to stop now.
Alessia found herself on the bed with his hard body pressing her into the mattress. Her legs were parted, and the hard rod of his cock pressed against her core. Her pants were thin slacks, and the way that the rough material of his jeans rubbed against her caused a delicious friction.
Connor’s lips left hers, and her shirt was yanked over her head. His movements were rough and fast, just as she imagined they’d be. He pulled off his own shirt too, and she took the opportunity to ditch her bra.
The light of her bedside lamp allowed her to see the smooth skin and rigid lines of muscles on his torso, but she didn’t get much time to ogle him. Connor’s hands cupped her breasts and he lowered his head to her chest, taking a nipple into his mouth.
Alessia let out a cry of pleasure, her hands going to the back of his head, threading through his soft hair. His tongue flicked her sensitive bud, and a pulse started up between her legs.
As if he knew, Connor ground himself into her, and she moaned.
“I need you,” she said as he switched his mouth to her other breast, lavishing it. “Please, Connor.”
His dark chuckle cranked up her desire even higher. He raised his head, releasing her nippled with a pop. “I like the way you beg.”
Normally, that kind of statement would make her defensive, but for some reason, she liked it coming from Connor. Maybe it was because he didn’t make her feel silly for it. She could see that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
“Condoms?” he asked, getting off the bed just long enough to remove his pants.
“The top drawer of the dresser,” she said, scrambling to remove the rest of her own clothing.
Connor returned to her as he rolled the condom on, and she was ready for him, her upper body lifted up on her elbows and her knees up as she spread her legs.
“So fucking sexy,” he said, kneeling on the bed between her legs. “And so wet for me. Look how you glisten.”
He grabbed her legs, lifting them onto her shoulders as he lined himself up at her entrance. “Is this what you wanted, Alessia?” he asked, rubbing the blunt head of his cock up and down her slit.
“God,yes.”
He didn’t keep her waiting any longer. Thrusting forward, he buried himself inside to the hilt and that set off a fresh surge of pleasure that made her fall back into the pillow. She moaned as he pulled back and thrust in again and again.
God, it was so good. Her hands gripped at his upper arms, digging into the bulging muscles there. Connor made a rough noise in the back of his throat, as if he enjoyed the slight bite of pain from her nails scoring his skin.
Having her legs up on his shoulders meant that she was bent double, and each thrust drove him deep into her body. He was hitting her in just the right spot, and bliss spiraled through her body. She sped toward her release so fast that she felt light-headed.
“Connor!”
His name fell from her lips as she crested that peak, and her whole body quivered. Her core tightened around him, and Connor let out a strangled sound as he went wild, his pounding thrusts becoming shallower and uneven. She was still flying high and seeing him come undone like this just elevated her climax.
When he came, his cock twitching inside of her with his release, she knew that she wouldn’t regret this, no matter what came next.
When it was over, part of her expected him to leave right away, but he just tossed the condom into the trash and came back to bed. Lying on his back, Connor held out his arm for her. She moved close, resting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her back, resting his hand on her hip.
His other hand reached over and turned off the light. Alessia relaxed, but her mind drifted to what they’d been talking about before she kissed him.
She didn’t like to talk about it, but she felt strangely vulnerable and connected to him right now. “You know how you were asking if there was something personal about all of this for me?”
“Yeah,” he said, resting his chin on her head.
“Well, you’re right. It’s all about my friend from college, Kayla. She was such a good person, always smiling. She had plans to be a teacher.”
“What happened to her?” he asked, undoubtedly picking up on her use of the past tense.
The memories swarmed her mind, and she tried not to let her emotions overwhelm her as she spoke. “Kayla and I were assigned to be roommates in our freshman year. We became fast friends, and things were great until our second year at college. We went to a frat party, and…she was assaulted.”
“You mean…”
“She was raped. I was off dancing with frat boys while she was drunk and dragged into a spare room. It was horrible, especially when the school tried to sweep it under the rug. Kayla changed after that. She was so lost…so sad.”
