Page 6 of Cocky Player

It was nerves, plain and simple…most likely…but still, this monstrous-sized man I allowed to haul me off the dance floor where the lights were dimmer and his features murkier had a key to a door that could take me anywhere he wanted to go.

All the scenes from horror movies I’d watched over the years while cowering beneath a blanket flashed before my eyes.

This is how the naïve virgin dies.

The thought was so startling, I jolted, pulling on his hand.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said, like the magician mind reader he might have been.“Unless you ask anyway.And this is as private as we can get.”

Gulp.I didn’t want that.The thought of being hurt made me flinch at the same time something even more unsettling pulsed heavier between my thighs.Ididn’twant that.

Did I?

I needed to focus.“Why do you have a key?Do you own this place?”

“Not all of it,” he replied and the door was opened, a sliver of light appearing before us as his hand went to the door.“Are you coming?”

Like a lamb to slaughter.This was what I’d come here for.A stranger.A person I never had to see again who didn’t even have to know what I was giving him, or what he’d soon be taking.

I stepped toward him, pressed my hand over his on the door and answered without words, opening the door farther.

The bright lights of the hallway were shocking and I blinked several times, clearing away the spots in my vision.But finally…finally I could see everything and sensed the man at my back as the door closed behind us.The flashing lights stopped and music was muted to a dull roar.

Goose bumps skittered down my arms and I rubbed the chill away.“What is this place?”

“Backroom for bands when we have live music.Storage.Restrooms.This way.”He took my hand and pulled me behind him to another door that was opened.An office.Filled with file cases and a monstrous desk perfect for the man in front of me.And a black leather couch that at least looked new.

How many women had he brought back here?I shook the thought away along with my nerves.

Connor was watching me, waiting for me, while still holding my hand.In the brightness of the room, I could finally fully make out his features.A mop of dark black hair on top that fell to one side, sweat on his temples from the exertion of dancing.Rich, deep blue eyes rimmed with thick lashes darker than his hair.His nostrils flared like a predator scenting their next meal.Beneath his white dress shirt that clung to his chest like my dress clung to me, sticky from sweat and hormones and lust, his chest heaved with his racing breath.

He might have wanted this more than me and wasn’t that a confidence-builder.

I swallowed, knew from the way I’d frozen I had to take that first step and once I did, he yanked me the rest of the way to him, mouths clashing, bodies moving until I was against a wall, his hand at my thigh, lifting and settling over his.

Yes.This…this was what we’d had on the floor.Passion.Lust.It was heady and I swam in it, closing my eyes and allowing the sweet taste of him to invade my mouth while his fingers worked at my dress.He lifted and tugged on it until I was spread before him, only his jeans and a sliver of my thong separating me from everything I’d wanted for so long.My fingers curled into his shirt and I yanked him closer.I clung to him as he bent his knees and rocked himself against me.

Oh my God.He felt huge.Hot.His dick pulsed against my throbbing center and my head hit the wall, my mouth opening to groan.“Yes.More.”

He lifted me and my legs wrapped around him.

“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy.”Connor’s mouth slid down my neck to my collarbone.He sucked and kissed, teased with his tongue like he was tasting me and devouring me in equal measure.

And then his fingers were there, at my sex, brushing along my clit through the satin of my drenched thong andgood Lordthis was already everything I’d imagined and fantasized and more.

So.Much.More.

My entire body feltalive.Buzzing with anticipation and I kicked back that tickle of fear and the voice inside of me that saidyou’re making a huge mistake, girlie.

There was no place for a conscience tonight.

A whimper tore through me as he found my clit, his thumb pressed there through my panties and my body jerked.Thank the heavens he was so big.And apparently strong.He had no problem holding me as he continued working me, taking my mouth when my cries grew louder.My shoulder blades hit the wall as I arched into him and pulled back.The sensation so perfect and terrifying.

“Please.More.”I didn’t recognize my own voice.

Connor slammed his mouth against mine, shoved my panties to the side and before I knew it, pain like I had never experience sliced through me.“Oh!”

“You’re so damn tight,” he groaned like it was a good thing, like he couldn’t wait to slide inside of me and then he added another finger even as I fought against the pain rolling through me.

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