The Duality Principle Page 11

  “Oh, no you don’t,” he rasped. “Eyes open.”

  She managed to obey, only to have her lids start to sink shut again at the image of Connor’s wicked smirk between her legs. He cupped the sticky skin behind her knees and pried her legs wider, opening her up even further to him.

  “That’s right. Eyes on me.”

  He licked again and started up a rhythm, alternating between soft, easy strokes, taut flicks, and grazing his teeth over her clit.

  “Fuck fuck fuck,” she chanted, gripping the edges of the counter. He delved his tongue lower, thrusting it inside her, and Gabriella twisted sharply, ripples of pleasure shooting up her spine.

  “Don’t stop,” she whimpered.

  Connor chuckled, his breath warm against her skin. Those big hands of his found her ass and dragged her toward him, fingers wide as he spread her cheeks apart.

  “Oh my God, are you going to…” She sank back onto her elbows, watching that evil gleam in his eyes flare even brighter before his face disappeared from view. “No one’s ever…oh shit.”

  He lapped at the puckered hole that no one before him had ever touched, and it sent an electric current straight through her. Her legs jerked, head snapping back on a gasp. Needing something to anchor her, she reached for his hair with both hands, spearing her fingers into it as his tongue danced a wet path around her back entrance. It was so intense, so perfectly perverse that she almost tried to wriggle away, but he kept a tight hold on her, lifting his head and forcing her still.

  “You’d better be sure you want this, baby girl, because I’m not going to stop now. I’m going to fuck you senseless. In every room in this house. So hard you’ll still be feeling my cock in you tomorrow. And you’re going to scream so loud the whole damn neighborhood is going to know how good you’re getting fucked.”

  “I want it,” she moaned, loving the raw desire in his words. He closed his eyes and returned to her clit, no longer teasing, his lips and tongue forming a rhythmic suction that brought her orgasm front and center. He added two fingers to the mix, driving them in her pussy.

  “Fuck, yes.” She sounded like an animal, and she loved it.

  “You like that?” He added a third finger, plunging them deep, making her arch and groan. “Tell me. Do you like me fucking you with my fingers here in your grandmother’s kitchen, with all the windows open so anyone could hear?”

  “God, yes.”

  “I bet you’re riding my fingers the way you want to ride my cock.”

  The image set off a powder keg inside her. “Fuck, please. I want your cock so bad.”

  Connor’s breathing suddenly went harsh. His eyes flew open, fingers sliding free, strong hands pulling her off the counter and spinning her around. Her knees were too wobbly to keep her up. Her legs gave out and she sagged back against him, but Connor was right there behind her, pulling her limp body up along his. His mouth at her ear again, he glided his hand over her hip, leaving a trail of her moisture on her skin.

  “You want that? You want my cock, baby girl?”

  “Yes,” she whined.

  She could feel his lips spreading into a grin. “That’s what I thought.”

  Gabriella dropped her head and watched him palm her belly, his hand inching lower until he parted her folds with one finger and began rubbing her already sensitive clit. He circled and stroked, his touch skimming over that perfect spot right there until she was teetering on the edge, chasing the kind of shattering relief she’d been desperate to know.

  “You’re gonna make me come.”

  “Oh no. You’re not coming yet. Not until I get inside you.” He slowed his movements, edging her back down, and nipped at her earlobe. “Table, Gabby. Walk. Now.”

  Somehow she found a way to put one foot in front of the other while he continued to torture her, never letting up the slow circles he drew over her wet flesh. Her orgasm was starting to crest again by the time they finally reached the table—she could barely hold it off—but then he pulled his hand away.

  “Oh please.” She could hear how pitiful she sounded, but she didn’t care.

  “Turn around. Get up on top.”

  She did as she was told and shimmied up onto the polished wood. Connor clutched the bottom of her top and dragged it up over her head, then bent down to capture one pert nipple between his lips. He flicked his tongue over the beaded tip, pinching and rolling the other between two fingers. The sensation sent a shockwave down to where she was achingly empty.

  “Want you,” she breathed. “Now.”

  She reached over the wide expanse of his shoulders and clawed at his tank until her palms met the ropy muscles of his back. She tried to pull the shirt off him, but she couldn’t with his mouth still driving her crazy. He stood up and quickly ripped the tank from his body. Gabriella greedily raked her nails down his torso, licking her lips as she traced the soft trail of hair that disappeared inside his jeans. She kissed him then, as hard as he’d kissed her, and fumbled with his belt, trying to tear it open.

  Connor moaned into her mouth and yanked her hands away, silver clanging as he did the job for her. “God, you’re so hot. I can’t fucking stand it.”

  He stripped down his jeans and boxers, freeing his cock. It was so smooth, so thick and long. She wanted to wrap her fingers around it, to watch his eyes roll back and his jaw go slack, to take him in her mouth and tease him until he was out of his mind too. His boots thumped to the floor as he kicked them off and stepped out of his pants before lunging forward again. He claimed her mouth, teeth clashing against hers as he fumbled with something in between their bodies.

  Condom.

  The thought registered, and Connor broke the kiss, looking down as he ripped the foil package open. Gabriella whimpered and rocked her hips against the table.

  “Jesus, I love the sounds you make,” he said. “Lie down. Hands above your head.”

  She complied, raising her arms up as she watched him sheath himself. When he’d rolled the condom all the way down, he wrapped one hand around each of her thighs and jerked her toward him until her legs were split open obscenely wide on either side of his hips. But he still didn’t give her what she wanted. No, he simply slid that swollen, ridged head back and forth over her throbbing clit, never once breaking eye contact.

  “You wanted someone wild and reckless?” he asked. “You wanted to be desperate, shaking and begging?”

  She mewled, nodding wildly at the words he was repeating from her email.

  “Are you desperate for me now, Gabby? Are you shaking?”

  She couldn’t reply, not with his cock stroking over her like that, so close to where she needed it. Her head sank back on its stem, but Connor gathered her hair in one hand and forced her to look up at him.

  “Beg me.”

  God, she loved it. The command in his voice. The way his lip curled. The unwavering look in his eyes. The feeling of being completely carried away. Even as she was ready to scream in frustration, she knew he was everything she’d ever wanted.

  “Please, please, fuck me, Connor. I can’t take it anymore.”

  He let go of her hair and drew his hips back, looking down as he lined himself up, then stopped and glanced at her thigh. With a grin, he leaned in and whispered, “I found your butterfly, baby girl.”

  Before she could answer, Connor fucked into her in one deep, long thrust. Her head sank back as she gave into the fullness, the burning stretch, that sweet hot ache. He trembled and held himself still for a moment, pinching his eyes shut. She watched the muscles in his neck and shoulders bunch and cord, that perfect face of his melting into a grimace of pleasure.

  “Gabby, fuck. You feel fucking amazing.”

  He pulled out an inch at a time, unbearably slow. She dug her heels into his ass, trying to stop him, to coax him back inside her, but he shook his head with a grin, his strength dominating as
he found his composure. He took his time until she could only feel the tip of him, then eased into her pussy again. Out slowly, back in. Gabriella writhed beneath him, her hips curving up toward his deliberate, unhurried thrusts. Then he did something different, changed his angle somehow and rubbed against a spot inside her that made her absolutely sure she was going to die.

  “Oh, God…do that again.”

  He did, and it was almost too much. A third time and she was begging him not to stop. Connor groaned, his forehead bowed and pressed against her neck. She heard something catch in his breathing, like he’d almost just given in, but he lifted himself up, bracketing her between his arms and picking up his pace, fucking her hard and fast, just as he’d promised. He drove her to the edge and kept her there, and she couldn’t take another second.

  She brought a hand down between her thighs and started to stroke. She could only imagine what she looked like, mouth open, eyes glazed, defiant and triumphant. But Connor knocked her hand away and drew her arm back up over her head.

  “Don’t you dare. I’m the one who’s gonna make you scream.”

  He licked the pad of his thumb and brought it down to her clit, rubbing it in swift little circles.

  “Oh please.” She clutched his forearms as her legs lifted and started to shake, but even with white-hot pleasure bearing down on her, she couldn’t let go.

  “Come on. Show me, Gabby. Show me what a freaky little slut you can be. Let me see what you look like when you come.”

  His words reached inside her, a balm over everything that had felt so broken and wrong. It was the key to unlocking that latch, and she gave in, releasing the dirty, sexual side to her she’d kept locked up for so long.

  “Connor…Connor, fuck—” Her voice broke as her orgasm took hold with a shattering force she couldn’t control, didn’t want to control, her whole body thrashing, head slamming back on the table.

  “That’s right,” he murmured. “There you go.”

  The sultry approval in his voice and the relentless circling of his thumb sent her into a surprising second and even harder release, and she bucked up against him, crying out until her throat went raspy from her screams.

  Connor gave in then—she felt it as the breath rushed out of him, his thrusts turning erratic and jerky. He slid his arms under her until his fingers dug into her shoulders and pounded fiercely into her, burying his face against her neck. He stilled and choked out a gasp, moaning her name, and the sound of it nearly got her started all over again.

  Calmed but short of breath, Connor looked up at her. His hair was damp on his forehead, his eyes hooded.

  “Still want to dump me?”

  Panting, she shook her head. “No.”

  “Good. Because I’m not nearly finished with you yet.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Hours later, they somehow made it up to her bedroom, and Gabriella felt sore and used in a way she never had before. After they’d recovered from their activities in the dining room, Connor led her outside, carrying her when she’d squealed in protest. Logically, there was no reason she should have objected. After all, this was what she had been waiting for.

  He’d laid her down in the grass that sat in the shadow of her grandmother’s rose bushes and kissed every inch of her, her soft sighs getting carried away on the breeze. Connor reverently caressed the butterfly drawn on her hip, running his lips over it before sliding down to lap at where she was still surprisingly ready for more.

  His tongue searched out the places on her body that were freshly fucked, and she grew hungry for the feel of him in her mouth. Pulling off her glasses, she tugged him by his shoulders until he’d rotated around, his torso over her, his knees on either side of her head. He lowered himself slowly, cock probing her mouth with gentle thrusts, but Gabriella wanted none of that. She grabbed him by the hips and drew him deep into her throat, relishing the groan that vibrated through him. She lost her rhythm for a second when he started working his magic with his mouth, needing a second to absorb the sensation that barreled through her before she could concentrate on him again.

  They worked each other like that, sounds of pleasure meshing with birdsong and the rustling breeze until they were both shuddering in the sun-warmed grass.

  After that, he took her back inside and asked her where the shower was.

  In the cocoon of her steam-filled bathroom, Connor washed the traces of brown and green from her skin and then folded them both into a large towel, drying them off. She couldn’t find a T-shirt of her own big enough for him, but he was content going commando under her blanket. The idea of him naked in her bed would have been enough to drive her crazy, but their morning adventures had left her satisfied.

  For the time being.

  Gabriella donned a tank top and a pair of panties, putting her glasses back on before settling down next to him. He splayed one arm out across her pillow, palm up in a silent invitation. It somehow seemed more intimate than all the things they’d done. She rested her head on his chest and stretched her body out alongside his. When he started playing with her hair, it was like her whole body went limp. She’d never felt so relaxed, so safe, and all this with her rider, the man she’d fantasized about all summer. She wrapped her arms around him and sighed.

  “You okay, Gabby?”

  She peeked up at him. “Why do you call me that?”

  His hand paused in her hair. “It seemed to fit you better.”

  It was an answer that made sense. She could be content with that. She smiled and stared at the dip above his upper lip until she could no longer resist. She reached up, tentative at first, and then stroked the tip of her finger over it. The taunting little indentation was just as smooth as she imagined.

  He laughed and captured her finger in his hand. “What are you doing?”

  “I’ve wanted to touch that spot above your lip since we met. It’s been tormenting me, wondering what it felt like.”

  “And was it all you were hoping for?”

  Everything and more.

  “It was.”

  But there was another thing that had been torturing her since he rolled up on her driveway. As if he could sense the shift in her mood, he let her finger go. She took the opportunity to trace it along his tattoo.

  “Why didn’t you tell me you had a motorcycle? I’ve only been staring at you the whole summer.” She thought back to their first date, and how her rider had nearly run her over before she got there. Her eyes went wide. “Oh my God, that was you on the street by the coffee shop.”

  Connor laughed. His boyish smile returned.

  “You weren’t the only one watching someone,” he said. “I sped up so I could see you before I had to go on this awful blind date. I really didn’t want to go, but I’m glad I gave in to Jamie’s badgering.” He caressed her cheek. “It looks like she knew what she was doing.”

  “Wait—” She sat up, everything clicking into place. “Jamie knows you have a bike.”

  “Yeah…”

  “And she knew you’d been watching me.”

  He shrugged, blushing slightly. “I probably wasn’t as good at hiding it as I’d hoped.”

  Gabriella pinched her eyes shut, mouth dropping open as she shook her head. “I’m going to kill her.” But she said it with laugher, amazed that Jamie not only never judged her, but had known what she’d wanted all along.

  When she opened her eyes, Connor was giving her a look that made her pretty sure he thought she was going crazy. “Am I missing something?”

  “No, it’s just…” She stared at him, realization coming over her like the slow rush of the tide. It was crazy—the knowledge that he’d been her rider all along, watching her, wanting her. “Why didn’t you tell me that was you when you got there? I would have jumped you right there in the coffee shop.”

  He laughed again, albeit a little more quietly, the
n swallowed and looked away, his jaw set tight. “I didn’t want you to know. It’s like I told you. I haven’t always been the nicest guy.”

  He was so beautiful, those long eyelashes of his fanning over his cheeks, but she could feel the tension rolling off him. She snuggled closer and he pulled her against him, wrapping both arms around her. It seemed like he needed her near before he said anything more, like she was his lifeline, somehow.

  “I don’t have a good rep in this town, Gabby. I’ve been in trouble with the law. Done some seriously stupid shit. It’s only in the past few years that I’ve cleaned up my act, and that’s because my grandparents threatened holy hell on me if I didn’t.”

  “I’m guessing we’re talking more than just a few bad nights with the county sheriff.”

  Connor nodded. “I was so mad when my mom left. I took it out on everyone around me. I didn’t care who I hurt. And, I, uh…I don’t have the best track record with dating, either. I’ve done a lot of fucked up stuff without thinking. Slept with a lot of girls when I shouldn’t have. Probably broken a few hearts, I don’t know. I’ve never stuck around long enough with any of them to find out.”

  She laughed, amazed at just how much the two of them had in common. It must have seemed odd to him, because he angled his head and gave her that look again. Embarrassment gripped her for a moment, but after what they’d just shared, after how dirty they were together, she decided to give total honesty a go.

  “I broke up with my last boyfriend because he couldn’t find my clit.”

  Connor barked out a laugh. “Seriously?”

  “Seriously. Every time it was like he was trying to map out the Andes, searching around with this look of utter concentration on his face. It was awful.”

  He laughed again, and this time she joined him. Then she shook her head and sighed.

  “My parents wanted me to marry him. My mom was pissed when I broke it off. But it seems like no matter what I’ve done, all they’ve ever cared about is my ability to get a husband who looks good on paper, not about what makes me happy. It’s part of why we aren’t close. That and because they’ve just cut out my heart and put it on the market.”