Page 83 of Freshmeet
Hungry. Like he wanted to devour me.
Taking a fortifying breath, I stood. It took everything in me not to straighten my dress.
“You stay right there,” Connor said as he moved back a step. He really was ticklish.
I pulled the zipper on the side of the dress down. “What fun is that?”
He licked his lips, straightening his posture.
In a swift movement, I yanked the gold dress over my head and tossed it at him. Out of reflex, he caught it, but his eyes didn’t leave my body. I cheered internally at my choice of lacy matching underwear. It was clearly a hit.
Channeling my inner sexpot, I sashayed toward him. This time, he didn’t move. No, he was too busy watching my hips. A blush spread across my chest, heat flaring through me.
When I was in front of him, I hesitantly reached out. He flinched, and I clicked my tongue. “I promise, no more tickling.”
His laugh died when I unbuckled his belt, popped open the button of his pants, and slowly slid the zipper down over his very impressive erection. It only took a little tug for his pants to fall. Connor caught my hands before I could push his boxer briefs down. Licking his lips, he silently checked one more time if I really wanted this.
As if undressing myself wasn’t proof enough.
“I want this. I want you, Connor.”
All doubt fled from his face, and he let go of my hands. Biting my lip to keep from smiling, I pushed down his underwear, freeing what could only be described as the nicest dick I’d ever seen.
Keeping my eyes on his, I kneeled. I expected him to do the whole “you don’t have to” bit most guys do, knowing full well they want you to. But he didn’t. Nope. He looked like he fully expected and was thankful to have my mouth near his cock.
I confidently wrapped my fingers around the base. Stroking, I caught the bead of moisture at the tip with my thumb. Connor’s eyes were intense as I flicked out my tongue to lick it off. His mouth fell open when I dragged my tongue up my palm.
After a few strokes with my wet hand, I circled the tip with my tongue and took him between my kiss-swollen lips. I dragged my mouth up and down a few times, leaving behind red streaks from my lipstick. Possessiveness filled my chest at the sight. It was probably messed up, but I was thrilled he was marked as mine.
Sucking the head of his cock, I worked the rest of him with my hand. Connor groaned, gently thrusting as if he were holdingback. With my free hand, I grabbed his hip, bringing him closer. I wanted to see what he would do.
A garbled noise came from the back of Connor’s throat, and he pushed me off. “I need a second.”
Wiping the corner of my mouth, I was hit by a surprising pang of disappointment. Giving head had always been something I didn’t think too much about, but on my knees in front of Connor, I’d found something new—the desire to own his pleasure in whatever form that was. The idea of him coming in my mouth was unbelievably hot.
There was a creak, and I glanced over my shoulder just in time to catch the back of a guy in a black t-shirt and dark jeans walking out of the apartment.
“What the fuck?” Connor growled, tucking his cock back in his pants with a wince. “Stay here.” Not bothering to button up his shirt, he crossed to the door. As soon as it shut, there was a thud and a bunch of yelling.
I grabbed my dress and yanked it over my head. Struggling with the zipper, I stumbled through the apartment. By the time I reached the door, Connor was chasing someone down the stairs.
I’d better make sure he doesn’t kill them.
SEVENTEEN
CONNOR MCCORMICK WAS A VERY GOOD FIRST DATE
SARAH
I raced down the stairs and out the door.
“Why were you in my apartment?” Connor yelled, twisting his fist in the front of the big man’s shirt.
As Connor shook him, some rope fell out of his backpack.
Thick rope. Like the kind that Hailey was strung up by.
“You didn’t lock the door, man.”
