19. Whitley Whitt

Chapter 19

Whitley Whitt

Cake my breath away .

“I have a question,” I tell Connor as I peek at him, enjoying the glazed look on his face when my dress falls from my shoulders.

The choreography lessons today went smoothly, and I actually found myself enjoying them. Holding a tray above my head every few moments is strengthening my arm muscles, and I don’t mind it so much now that I know what I’m doing. It’s going to look really neat at night with all the food and platters, so long as no one drops anything.

“Ask away.”

Heat pools in my middle at the sight of him in my bedroom.

Rather than his usual business suit attire, his broad shoulders and torso are covered in a plain blue T-shirt, making his eyes look brighter. I think the man is aware how his jeans hug his waist and the obvious bulge in his pants that I’ve been trying to avoid looking at from the moment I saw it twitching like a snake in the grass. His hair is unkempt, all mussed like he’s been pulling at it, and it somehow makes him even more handsome than normal. The way he’s looking at me now makes me want to throw my panties to the wind.

All day, my stomach has flip-flopped with the anticipation of us talking tonight. I didn’t think he’d be able to explain what’s going on without upsetting me, because I refuse to deal with any whiplash that may come from this. I won’t deal with him being a dick and then coming to my bed, for cuddles or otherwise.

The fact that he has alleviated a lot of my hurt and confusion, and clearly without his usual avoidance, is making me rather susceptible to him.

I step out of my flowy dress bundled around my new shoes that he gave me, and I’m left in nothing but my panties, bra, and whatever the hell this garment is beneath the awfully heavy material.

“Everyone in the castle likes you and says you’re so nice, so I was wondering why you were such a dick to me. I guess it makes sense now.”

“It really is simple, Whitley. It’s because you drive me up the fucking wall.”

I can’t help but laugh as I step away from him. “That’s not even an answer!”

“Come back here,” he almost growls, making my pussy flutter. “I’ll help you out of your stays.”

“Stays?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder and incidentally turning to him.

He smirks with a knowing grin and twirls a finger, indicating for me to turn back around. “Another word for corset.”

“Look at you being all fancy.”

My skin heats when his hand brushes lightly against my shoulder while the other slips across my waist. A kiss at my neck has my stomach filling with butterflies and a gasp leaving me.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, trying to hide how quickly my body fills with need.

I really wish it wasn’t so easy for him.

“Helping you undress.” His dark voice is a rumble.

Oh shit. When did he get so damn suave? This man is going to be the death of me if he suddenly starts being a tease. His actions now, after this morning, feel like Connor has turned the charm dial to overdrive and wants to make my speakers blow.

He undoes the laces, and I’m forced to step back when he pulls me. His mouth touches my ear as he says, “And then I am going to help you play with your pussy.”

My stomach dips and my body betrays me. My nipples harden, my clit pulsates, and goosebumps crawl up my back. My heart thuds, picking up speed.

“What makes you think that is what we are doing?” I hate how my breathing turns ragged at just the thought.

“Because I want to help you get off. Is that a problem?”

“Men don’t just do that,” I blurt, wishing the ground would swallow me whole, because never have I ever had a man want my orgasm over his own.

Then again, Connor probably wants to get his dick wet, and my pussy is already primed and begging to do just that.

His head comes up at that, his eyes blazing. “I do, and you’re going to let me.” He cocks his head. “Unless you don’t want me to touch you?”

I go still and say nothing. Until my corset falls, leaving me in only my panties and shoes. The growl that comes from his throat sounds so strange on a human, but the fire in his eyes when they drop to my tits has my nipples hardening.

I quickly hide them with my arms, but it’s too late.

“Shit, Whitley. Come here before I lose my mind,” he says, before he tugs at my waist and slams his mouth over mine.

After he kisses me to the point I’m nearly whimpering, he pulls away only to shove me hard and my back hits the bed, my naked breasts going in every direction. It’s almost comical how he frantically tugs at the laces of my shoes, and they thud one after the other as he tosses them and my socks carelessly over his shoulder, making me giggle. The sound is cut off abruptly when he bends, his mouth touching my inner thigh and his beard scrapes roughly against my sensitive skin, causing me to almost come off the bed with a gasp.

“I hate how you tease.” My voice is a moan as his hands slide up my calves.

“I know you do.” He coasts one hand further up my body and pinches my nipple lightly. “But we both know your pussy doesn’t.”

“How eloquent. God, you get on my nerves,” I tell him, trying to sound like he’s not getting to me, even as my legs move this way and that across the sheets for friction. The bastard.

“Your clitoris has thousands of those, and I want to get on every single one,” he drawls, then lets out a deep chuckle as he crawls up the bed beside me.

“Ugh.” I move, trying to sit up and get away, but he laughs outright and pulls me back down.

“Whitley...” His hand grips my thigh firmly, his teeth grinding until a muscle in his jaw pulses. “Can you spread those pretty thighs for me?”

My stomach flip-flops even as my arousal increases. God, why? Why, why, why did I take this job?

“What’s a bit of masturbation among friends?” he continues, his fingers tracing my hip.

I slap a hand over my forehead. “You did not just say that.”

I breathe out a sigh through my nose shakily. All the anger I held onto is completely missing and something inside me just wants this man to put his hands on me, any way he can, no matter how much I may have hated him in the past.

“Okay,” I say to him, ignoring the way arousal spreads in my middle, embarrassed at how all it takes is him spitting bullshit and I melt.

“I can practically see the need coming off you. You don’t take care of your pussy, Whitley.”

“What?” I ask incredulously, wondering what he has seen wrong with it.

He reaches across me, opens the drawer next to the bed and pulls out a dildo—my blue silicone one with ridges that gets me off within five minutes.

Sitting up, he waves it in front of me, then presses the button and fires it up, watching it vibrate in his hand. His eyes go wide and a big grin lifts his cheeks.

“You tell yourself that you don’t need a man, but all you really need is a man to show you.” He reaches his free hand out and tweaks my nipple, staring at my breast as he does. “I won’t fuck you; just let me play with you.”

He holds out the dildo, waiting for me to take it—in more ways than one, I guess. What the hell am I doing?

“Fuck your pussy for me, and I’ll show you how to do it better.”

“You’re not serious,” I blurt, my gaze flicking between him and the vibrating thing.

One dark brow goes up. “Do I need to show you how hard my dick is right now to prove to you how serious I am?”

My body pulsates when he grabs the hard length of it through his jeans. It doesn’t even look like he’s wearing underwear, making it so easy to see the outline of the thick head.

My mouth and pussy instantly water for it.

Connor O’Doyle

The sight of her spreading her thighs makes me want to groan aloud.

I caress her from her knees down, and she lifts her hips for me when I grab the side bands of her panties and slide them down her legs.

She looks nervous with her little blue toy buzzing in her hand, but she bites her lip and lowers it to her clit while looking at me. Her body instantly jolts the moment it touches, and the scent of her arousal sucker punches me in the balls with need.

“Yes, love. Just like that,” I groan, watching her pink pussy quiver as she moves it up and down. “Show me.”

Part of me wants to rush to touch her, to make this woman skyrocket toward her orgasm. I want to know if my reaction is the same as last time, but I’m not leaving this bed until she can’t move.

She lets out a soft breath and my balls tighten.

The urge to take over threatens to kill me, as does my need to be inside her. Already my dick throbs to be within her so badly, especially when a moan slips from her, and I want to hear this beautiful woman do that beneath me.

But I can’t.

I’ve made so many mistakes with Whitley, and I want to gain her trust after everything. No matter that it’s the last thing I want right now. The idea of pumping into her as I bite, kiss, and lick at her eats away at me, but I want her to grow to like me. To have faith in me, even if it means being a little more patient.

Restraint has never been an issue for me—until now.

“Mmm,” she hums as she pushes the head of the toy along her clit, and I move closer to watch.

She dips it inside her sweet pussy, and a groan crawls from my throat. Never have I played with a woman—not like this. While I have always made sure my bed partners reach completion, I’ve never wanted to see it happen on repeat until now. Nor have I ever been this excited about toying with another with pleasure devices—like this.

I will fuck her with toys until she is begging for me to take her.

“My god, look at you,” I tell her, watching her body move as her huge, bountiful breasts jiggle.

Her luscious, round stomach dips to thick hips that curve outward and away like heaven, and they’re so soft when I knead the bulge of her hip. Her lips part on a loud moan as she starts thrusting her blue toy in and out of her, and I grab her breast and roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her chest lifts for more and I’m so thankful she’s letting me play with her as she messes with herself.

She looks exquisite.

“Faster, Whitley,” I demand, needing her to come apart so I can take over.

A loud moan pushes from her and her hand moves faster as her body twitches like mad. When her eyes slide closed, I realize she’s coming for me, and I can barely hold back.

“Fuck me,” I mutter, looking down at her with my cock leaping and precum spreading inside my slacks. The moment she crashes down, I bite out, “Come here.”

I shuffle up to sit back against the headboard, then pat my lap for emphasis. When she reaches me, I turn her, splaying her body across me and throwing one of her legs over my own for easy access. Her back is pressed against my front, giving me the perfect view down her sexy body.

I grab the vibrator from her, delighted by her willingness to play, and put it between her thighs and run it through her folds. Her gasp sends a pulse straight to my groin.

“Such a pretty pink pussy,” I say in her ear, and she shivers for me.

I watch over her shoulder as I dip it inside her, and she moans. I take it back out, admiring the wet sheen now coating it, and I use the very tip to tease her entrance, making her thighs tremble.

“And she’s so wet, isn’t she? Do you need this toy, love?”

I press the button again to increase the vibration to a higher setting and run it across her throbbing clit.

“Ahhh,” she cries.

I press it at her entrance again, and her hands shake as she helps to push it inside her body.

“Fuck yes. You can take it,” I whisper in her ear, pinching one of her nipples, and I sense her body heat rising. “You just need something inside here to fuck, don’t you?”

My fingers run around her toy, brushing against her soft lips and inner thighs, never staying in one place. I play with her clit as she thrusts the blue wand inside her, both of us working together to get her closer.

“Deeper now.” My voice rumbles out of me.

I know my eyes have turned and are as yellow as the brightest sun. I don’t give a shit, not when I’m having more fun than I ever have before. She smells so good, and her sounds are erotic as they mingle with the naughty buzzing coming from between her thighs.

I take her hand and push, fucking her on the toy. She mewls like a kitten and pre-cum juts from my dick, making me bite my lip and moan. I shift just enough to adjust myself, ignoring my own needs, and move to kiss her neck. A groan rumbles from my throat when her scent blossoms and wetness floods between her thighs.

My heartbeat pounds against my ribcage as she starts pumping her small fist around the small toy, fucking herself. “That’s it, little love. Give your pussy what it wants.”

“Oh god,” she cries, finally saying something other than moaning, and my grin spreads.

My woman isn’t used to dirty talk. My woman?

I shove away my thoughts of owning her, of her being mine, when her legs begin to quake.

“Are you getting closer?”

When she bobs her head yes, I quickly remove the toy before she can come on it.

“What are you doing?!” she asks, her voice a whine as she fights me.

Ignoring the question, I reach over and into her drawer of treasures. I grab a dildo that’s a bit girthier, needing to see her cunt stretch and pull on something.

The silence and lull of changing toys seems to weigh on her because, when I settle back to touch her more, her thighs have closed.

“This is embarrassing,” she mumbles under her breath with her head lowered.

Embarrassing? How can she be embarrassed when I’m sitting in awe of her petal-soft skin, her juices glistening on her pretty pussy.

My fingers caress her soft belly as I run my hand over her hip in a soothing motion.

“You have nothing to hide from me, Whitley. All of you is beautiful. These hips... you’re absolutely stunning.”

When she doesn’t open her legs for me, I roughly grab at her ample curves and growl, fed up with how insecure she’s acting while my dick is begging to touch any piece of her.

I move to lie beside her, forcing my eyes to stop their glow, and take her hand in mine.

She flinches when I spit in her palm. “What the he?—”

I grab her arm tightly, disgusted at myself for not telling her how pretty she is before now.

“Shut the fuck up and let me show you why you should never hide from me again.”

I unbutton my jeans and take her hand in mine before making her grip my hard as fuck dick. I almost come there and then at just her soft palm, and stroke down while pushing my clothes away as we move together.

“Oh my god,” she breathes.

“Feel how hard my cock is for you?” I jack my dick with our fists lazily.

“You really are,” she whispers, her eyes wide as she stares at it.

“You are beautiful.” I set the pace with my hand before I let hers go to grab a handful of her tit. I pinch her nipple hard so she will listen. “Don’t stop.”

Reaching for the larger dildo again, I place it on the bed between us and run the pads of my fingers through her slick, getting my fingers slippery and wet before putting them inside her. She moans when I touch her G-spot, but her hand keeps moving on my cock.

“You want to come on a big cock?” I ask, wishing it was mine when I remove my fingers and press the dildo to the entrance of her soaked cunt. “Deep breath for me.”

“Nnuh.” Her mouth opens in ecstasy when I slide the dick-shaped toy inside her, and I have never been more jealous of a piece of plastic in my life.

Her pussy stretches, taking it all as I slide it deeper and deeper, my jaw grinding in the back of my mouth with how my dick leaks in her hand. Not that she even notices with her hand frozen around my cock, her head back on a cry, thighs jiggling and more wetness leaking from her. I turn it on and twist the device, and she detonates. Her spasming pussy squeezes down on the dildo as I slowly dip it in and out of her body shallowly.

Her eyes fly open, a look on her face I haven’t seen before, more than a little surprised.

“Oh, I am going to fuck your perfect cunt with everything I have, if you will let me,” I tell her, and her eyes widen.

My heartbeat is thundering, my breaths coming in pants, and my hands shake from how thick the air is with her sloppy arousal. The woman can come with all of four inches. I didn’t even get the whole thing inside her body. My cock is going to destroy her.

She goes still, tensing, but the smell of her arousal increases tenfold.

“Want me and all your battery-operated boyfriends to fuck your pretty holes?”

“Yes,” she says, with a lick of her lips, her cheeks blazing red.

Still agitated that she tried to cover up earlier and hide, I splay her legs even wider.

“Fuck yes, we are going to have so much fun.”

I pick up her thick thighs and move to sit between them, pushing her knees into the air and splaying her for me. I pick up the girthy toy again and feel around for the other, grinning when I find the small blue vibrator near the headboard. Inserting the large dildo, I fuck her a little with it, not dipping inside more than a couple of inches this time, watching as her body tells me where to touch and feel, before I begin fucking her deeply with it. Reaching with my other hand, I push the blue vibrator to her clit, pressing my body almost atop hers when she arches up with a keening cry.

She begins twisting the sheets in her hands as her legs kick.

“That’s it. Take a little more.”

I give her the entire thing, and watch her cunt slip and slide around it. I wait until she starts trying to fuck it in earnest, her body moving on it as best she can with her back against the mattress.

“Connor,” she pleads, her voice a whisper and her gaze heavy with desire. “I need to come.”

“I need you to come too.”

I fuck her harder, pumping the toy inside her like I want to do with my cock, raking it against her G-spot again and again. Her cries go up an octave, and boom . Juices spray from her cunt. I remove the toy and throw my head between her legs, lapping and snarling at her pussy.

I hold her shaking thighs still as I make her come on my face.

It’s been days since I last tasted her, and I’ve been thirsty for more. I lick her, drowning myself against her with my eyes rolling back. I’ve never needed anything more than this.

“Oh god, Connor. Yes!”

Her thighs tighten. The second she stops quaking and lets me go, I pull back to kneel above her and lick her dripping orgasm from my lips. She bites her lip, a determined look sweeping her expression, and I gulp when she takes me by the cock. Her lips part as she watches herself stroking me and I instantly rock into her movements at just the feel of her palm.

“Fuck, Whitley,” I groan, my face pinching with pleasure.

A handful of pumps, and I come in her hand, clenching my jaw at the satisfied smile that pulls at her mouth. Spurts of it land over her belly and tits, and the sight makes me want to howl in triumph.

Bloody fucking hell.

I snatch her into my arms the moment she lets go and press my lips to hers, loving how her body relaxes into mine. I clean us both up quickly with a towel from the bathroom and contentedness rolls through me on a wave as she sighs and wiggles closer, burrowing her head into my shoulder. I squeeze her tightly, wanting any excuse I can get to touch her, and rub my palm down her arm squeezing and massaging as I do.

I’m not ready to let her go. Decision made, I raise up in bed, almost laughing at the puzzled look on her face.

“What are you doing?” she blurts.

“You’re still too tense and we can’t have that, can we? Roll over and let me make you feel good.” My words are a growl, and her eyes dilate a bit as I wait for her assent.

She bites that lip I want to nibble on so much, her face flushing with red, but she moves to obey me.

Just a bit longer, I tell myself, but the moment I knead her shoulders to relax her stiff muscles, a light moan leaves her lips.

I may never be done with her.