His Off Limits Best Friend - Vivian Wood Page 0,61

in the alley, but now he wouldn’t have even cared. He reached underneath her short dress and found a skimpy lace thong. It tore easily in his hands, and he cast it aside.

His mouth was on her neck while he sucked and nibbled. Sam’s breath was heavy in his ear. He slipped a finger between her folds. She already gushed with want, and let out a low moan at his touch.

Connor went back to her mouth and kissed her deeply. He pulled her breasts from her dress. Either the chill of the night, his touch, or both had her nipples hard in an instant. With ease, as if she weighed nothing, he hoisted her up around his waist and she wrapped her legs around him.

He leveraged her against the wall and sucked her nipples. When she pushed her wetness against the bulge in his jeans, he sucked harder until she let out a cry.

Carefully, he put her back down and turned her around. With her back to him, and her dark hair cascading down her back, he peeled up the unbelievably tight bottom of her skirt to reveal her ass.

Connor gripped her hips and yanked her back a couple of steps. Forced to bend over at a sharp angle, her palms pressed against the wall, he slapped her ass. It made an incredible echo into the night.

“Look at me,” he told her, and she gazed at him over her shoulder. Connor slid two fingers into her and she squeezed her eyes shut as she let out a gasp.

He fucked her with his hand and began to increase the speed. Still, he held her steady with his other hand—not that she would move even if she could.

When he felt her start to get close, he released her waist and bent down. Connor kissed one of her full cheeks before he bit lightly. As he slid his fingers out of her and began to circle her clit, he flicked his tongue across her rim. Sam flinched, just barely, but she didn’t move. And she didn’t try to stop him.

He wouldn’t go any farther than that, not now. He tasted the most secret part of her and worked her clit faster. Connor could feel her wetness start to flood. It trickled down her thighs. Occasionally, he would leave her rim to lap up the trails along her thighs.

“Did you miss this?” he asked her before he dove his tongue into her opening.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I said, did you miss this?” he asked again, and pressed harder into her clit.

“Yes,” she said, louder into the night.

“Are you going to come for me?” he asked, even as her clit was swollen more than he’d ever seen.

“I don’t—”

“Come for me,” he demanded. He moved back to her rim, and squeezed her ass apart with his hands. He could hear her as she panted. Connor took a finger back to her clit while he slid a thumb inside her. Sam started to command her own rhythm as she rocked back and forth against his face.

When he dipped his head to taste more of her, he could see that she played with her breasts. “Good girl,” he told her, and she moaned at his words.

Connor brought her closer to orgasm. He hit her G-spot and worked his tongue expertly. His erection pushed painfully against his jeans, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to make her come.

“Are you going to come for me?” he asked her again.

“I’m—now—”

He buried his face deep into her, and felt the rock of her orgasm as it shook her entire body. She cried out, but he didn’t let her go. It wasn’t until he’d drank every trace of her orgasm that he stood up, squeezed her ass again, and turned her around. He didn’t even bother to wipe his face. He wanted her to cover him, evidence of what he could make her do.

She was weak on her stilettos, her face and chest flushed. He ran a hand across her bare chest, and squeezed a nipple between his thumb and finger. There were still the slightest hints of his hickeys on her chest. He’d been a goddamned idiot to treat her the way he had.

He looked down at her swollen clit, emerged from the hood. He could fuck her all day. Her wetness was evident, spread along her mound and the fronts of her thighs.

Sam panted lightly, still in the afterglow of the orgasm.

Connor went to unbuckle his jeans, and her eyes moved