Page 62 of Whiskey Wednesdays

“I’m not exactly sure what I like since I’ve only had sex with two people.” I shifted restlessly in his lap, then stilled when his hard shaft under my ass seemed to grow.

He pressed his lips to my chest, and I could feel his smile. “We’ll explore what you like together. And you’ll have to read me a few of your favorite parts.”

“No way,” I answered without thinking.

“Fuck yes. Are you on birth control?”

I froze.

His head came up. “It’s all right, we can use condoms.”

My gaze slid away. “Maybe this is too fast.”

Connor studied me as I involuntarily arched into his touch when he ran a thumb over my nipple. “It’s not too fast. Your semester ends in less than three months, and you might be moving away after that. I want to give you a reason to stay.” He bit and licked the side of my neck.

I panted and squirmed as he methodically and expertly played with me. He was so good at making me burn for him. Turning my face to his, he forced me to look at him.

Sighing, I cupped his cheek. “I have an IUD, and I got tested six months ago. I haven’t been with anyone since then.” Soon I’d be working full-time in the medical profession, but this conversation still embarrassed me for some reason.

He smiled a little. “I went in and got tested a month ago when I knew we’d eventually be here. I’m good.”

“How did you know…?” I trailed off. It probably didn’t matter how he knew. I wouldn’t have believed it.

He ran a finger through my folds, and skimmed his thumb across my clit. I arched into his hand, gasping. My mind went fuzzy, and my vagina pulsed. Then he slid his finger inside me.

“Holy mother,” I wheezed as my breath froze up.

Connor reached around and unhooked my bra with his other hand. Then removed it, along with my shirt.

“Are you my sweet girl?” he asked softly.

“If you keep doing that, then God, yes.”

I felt him smile as he slid his tongue across my lips and then into my mouth. I loved the feel of his hands skimming my naked torso.

Sliding my hand to his lap, I palmed his thick erection through his jeans as he kissed me.

His head came up. “Fuck me,” he groaned. “I haven’t made out on a couch since I was maybe eighteen or nineteen. And I came about thirty seconds after she touched me.”

I smiled. “Do you want to see if we can beat that record?”

“Hell, no. Tonight I plan to torture you a bit, fuck you hard, and come deep inside you.”

“Oh, God.” I moaned and rolled my hips as he brushed against my clit again.

Grinning slowly, he reached up and fisted my hair, then deliberately pulled my head back, exposing my neck as he palmed my center. It didn’t hurt, but he held me firmly in place and let me feel his control.

My eyelids drooped and my body loosened.

“When I fist your hair or tie up your wrists, your pupils blow and you melt all over me. Nice to know.”

“You can’t say things like that,” I panted.

He smirked. “You keep telling me that, and yet here we are.”

My bottom moved against his cock, and he cupped my pussy even harder.

“Open for me,” he demanded. When I wasn’t fast enough, he gently but firmly shook my head hair.

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