He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing against my ear. “Then you’re going to stay perfectly still while I finish. Not a sound, not a movement. And when I’m done, you’re going to walk back into that church with my cum dripping down your thighs. You’re going to sit through coffeeand dessert knowing exactly what we did out here. Can you do that for me, pup?”
“Yes,” I gasped, the image alone nearly pushing me over the edge. “Yes, sir. I can do that.”
“Good boy,” he purred, his hand working faster on my cock while his hips took control again, pounding into me with renewed vigor. “Now cum for me. Show me how much you needed this.”
The permission was all I needed. I exploded in his hand, my entire body convulsing as pleasure tore through me. I bit down hard on my arm to muffle my cries, tasting dirt and sweat as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. My ass clenched around Connor’s thick length, milking him as I rode out my orgasm.
“Fuck,” Connor growled, his rhythm faltering as my body squeezed him. “You’re gonna make me cum…”
He slammed into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he came. I could feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot seed just as he’d promised. His body draped over mine, both of us panting and sweaty in the cool evening air.
For a long moment, we stayed frozen like that, connected and breathless. Then slowly, Connor pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and used in the best possible way. I could feel his cum trickling down my thighs, just as he’d said it would.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, his voice softer now. I heard the rustle of fabric as he fixed his clothing, then felt his hands gently pulling my jeans back up. “Let me help you.”
I allowed him to dress me, too boneless with pleasure to do it myself. When I was decent again, he helped me to my feet, turning me to face him. In the fading light, his eyes were soft, the earlier dominance replaced by something tender.
“You okay?” he asked, brushing pine needles from my hair.
I nodded, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face. “More than okay. That was... intense.”
“Too much?” There was a hint of worry in his voice.
“No,” I assured him, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Perfect. Exactly what I needed.”
He smiled against my lips, his arms wrapping around me in a brief embrace. “We should head back before they send out a search party.”
“Connor?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
The words hung in the air between us, and for a moment I thought I’d made a terrible mistake. Connor’s body went rigid, his arms still wrapped around me but suddenly tense. I could feel his heart racing against my chest, and his breathing stopped completely.
“You don’t have to say it back,” I rushed to add, panic rising in my throat. “I just... Maybe I shouldn’t have said it.”
Connor pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine in the dim light filtering through the trees. The silence stretched between us, making my stomach twist with anxiety. Had I ruined everything? Was it too soon? Too much?
Finally, he exhaled, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. His thumb traced my bottom lip, a gentle touch that contrasted sharply with the rough handling from moments before.
“Ryder,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Do you have any idea how dangerous those words are?”
I swallowed hard. “I know. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have?—”
“No,” he interrupted, pressing his forehead against mine. “Don’t apologize for how you feel. Never do that.”
“Then what?—”
“I haven’t let myself love anything or anyone in a very long time,” he said, his voice so low I had to strain to hear it. “It’s safer that way.”
My heart sank. “I understand.”
“No, you don’t,” he said, his fingers sliding into my hair. “Because the problem is... I love you too. And that scares the shit out of me.”
My breath caught in my throat. “You do?”
He nodded, a small, vulnerable gesture that made my chest ache. “More than I should. More than is safe for either of us.”
