“And yet, I feel like I have been given a third life, and Chase has been left behind. What if he dies? What if he gives up? I have been there, Darcey, I nearly gave up. But every time I thought about doing it, I saw your face. Every. Single. Time. You’re my guardian angel, do you know that? Darcey, baby girl, you’re everything to me. Don’t ever leave me, don’t ever stop loving me. You are my reason for getting up every morning. I couldn’t go on without you.”
I climbed over into his lap, my hands going to his face. His red, bloodshot eyes penetrated into mine before his head bowed, his eyes closed.
“Conor, I am never going to leave you. I love you, more than you could ever know. Don’t give up on me, don’t give up on us and don’t give up on yourself.” I tilted his head up to face me. “I am so in love with you, in all your forms. Don’t ever doubt it,” I mumbled before leaning down towards him, kissing him, lingering a little longer, pushing my tongue between his lips.
I wanted to kiss all of his pain away.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him, his knees bent up so I was falling closer. Our kiss heated, our tongues entwining with each other as a moan left me. He pulled away, breathless.
“As much as I want to fuck you, I don’t want to do it on a beach,” he said, smirking at me, a glint of the old Conor coming through.
I smiled back at him as he lifted me effortlessly off of his lap, standing up himself and re-adjusting his jogging bottoms to try and hide his erection. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him as his lips crashed onto mine fiercely, my heartbeat racing.
His hands snaked around my waist, pressing his body up against mine so I could feel how hard he was. I felt his smirk on my lips before his hands ran under my bum, squeezing before he lifted me up, my legs automatically wrapping themselves round his waist.
I wanted him so bad.
He walked me over to his motorbike, his lips still locked with mine as he placed me on the small seat of the bike, pushing himself between my thighs. His hands moved round my face and cradled it as he placed his lips over mine, softer this time.
One of his hands roamed down the little curves I did have before slipping in-between my legs, his finger running down my core slowly through my leggings, causing my breath to hitch. I forgot how good his touch was.
He pulled his hand away from me as it moved back to my face, his lips hovering over mine as his tongue slowly came towards me, running across the inside of my top lip before slipping into my mouth and kissing me slowly, our tongues caressing each other tentatively. I moaned into his mouth, his grip tightened round my face.
“Let’s go home,” he mumbled. “Before I fuck you on this bike.”
I didn’t care where he took me, as long as I got to be with him. He pushed away from me, grabbing his helmet and pushing it over his chocolate hair, then passed me mine as I slipped it on. He started the ignition, kicked the stand away and dropped it into gear as we started making our way home, along the beach.
The ache inside was getting too much, the vibration of the bike was enough to nearly send me over the edge after Conor’s little tease. A sigh of relief left me as I saw my house nearing in the distance.
He parked outside when I realised I had left my car at the studio. Shit.
I hopped off the bike, taking my helmet off and linking my arm through the chin strap. My hungry eyes watched him as he did the same.
“My car is still at the dance studio,” I grumbled.
“Will it be okay there tonight?” he asked as he took the key out of his bike.
“Should be, maybe we can grab it on the way to Mum’s?” I mumbled.
He didn’t say anything else, just grabbed my hand and pulled me so hard and fast up the steps to my house. If he pulled me any harder, I was scared my shoulder was going to pop out of its socket.
When we got to the top of the stairs, I pulled my back-pack off quickly and searched for the keys. The want was getting too much, and I knew he felt it too. He was fidgety, plus his tight, grey jogging bottoms gave it away. A small smile crept on my face and I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as I unlocked the front door, pushing it open and dropping my bag at my feet.
Conor was close behind me, slamming the door behind him. His eyes were dark and hazy as he looked me up and down. A shiver ran down my spine as he stepped towards me. He pushed me towards the stairs before his lips pressed into mine, his mouth hungry, moving down to my neck as he started tugging at my oversized vest, pulling it over my head and discarding it to the floor.
He nudged me gently onto the stairs as he dropped to his knees, kneading my aching breasts before pulling them out of my constricting sports bra and taking one into his mouth, sucking and licking whilst groaning. He sucked hard before letting it pop out of his mouth, blowing his warm breath onto it.
His eyes burnt into me. “Fuck.” He moaned as he took a deep breath. “Upstairs,” he growled. I did as I was told and stood shakily as I walked up the stairs, him following close behind me. I looked over my shoulder, his hazy eyes were full of want, his lip between his teeth again.
I stopped for a moment, my eyes trailing up and down his body, I wanted to see every bit of him. I took the final climb up the last three steps, his fingers wrapping round the back of the band of my leggings, pulling me towards him. His hand snaked round me and splayed over my belly, his mouth on my neck, nibbling my earlobe before I felt his plump lips press against it as he whispered, “I am going to fuck you, again and again, and again,” before letting me go and walking me into the bathroom.
I wanted him now, I didn’t want him to shower. I didn’t care.
He closed the door then walked towards me, his eyes looking down at me as he grabbed the bottom of my sports bra, lifting it over my head, throwing it in the corner of the room. He sucked in a breath as his eyes focused on my naked chest, his breath ragged. He hooked his thumbs in the side of my leggings, pushing them down, bending as he helped me step out of them.
His lips were on my thighs, planting soft kisses, making his way up to my sex.
“I want you,” I moaned in a hushed voice, desperate to feel him inside me.
He stood back over me, his arms by his side as it was my turn to now undress him. I took his T-shirt off first, my eyes darting across his toned, tattooed body. He turned me on so much. I loved that he was literally covered head to toe in tattoos, my favourite one being the one of me over his stomach. I placed my hand over it, gliding it down his abs slowly as I grabbed the waist of his jogging bottoms, pushing them down, smiling when I saw how hard he was.
We both stood for a moment, admiring each other’s bodies. It was literally a few seconds before he threw himself at me, pushing me into the walk in shower. My hand reached out as I turned the tap to get the water running, a spurt of cold water shot out, making Conor hiss before the warm water cascaded over us, a smile on his face, his hot fucking lips on mine, kissing me harshly, the hunger showing with his forceful tongue.
He grabbed my bum hard before smoothing his hand down the side of my thigh and grabbing just under my knee as he pulled it up and wrapped it round his waist, his other hand on my chin, tilting my head back as his mouth moved down to my neck and collar bone before making its way back to my lips. This time, his teeth taking my bottom lip as he gently bit down, sucking on it before releasing it as his other hand ran back up my thigh, under my bum cheek, his finger teasing at my opening, circling the tip round and round, driving me crazy before slipping it in and slowly pumping it in and out of me, his eyes on mine as he watched me.