Page 69 of Rebooting Conor Flynn

“My what?”

He chuckled against my neck, but there was nothing funny about the way he slid two fingers inside me as he stroked my clit with his thumb. I grabbed the guardrail on the top bunk with both hands, thrusting my hips back to get more of Conor.

One hand still buried in my pussy, he used the other to yank down my shorts, peeling my wet panties from my hips. They dropped in a soggy heap around my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

“Mmm.” He ran his warm hand across my ass, cupping one cheek and squeezing it. “You always did have the nicest arse—some things never change.”

He stopped caressing me, and I cried out in frustration.

He wound his hand through my hair and tugged my head back. “You waited all this time. You can hang on for another minute.”

A whole minute? My legs trembled as he placed his hands around my waist and turned me to face him. His gaze scorched my bare flesh from the waist down and left me tingling at the same time.

Pinching the hem of my wet shirt with his fingers, he pulled it up, and I lifted my arms to ease the process. He unhooked my bra and threw it over his shoulder.

As I stood totally naked before him, I reached for his damp T-shirt. “Your turn.”

“I’m not done with you yet.” He tapped the guardrail on the bed. “Grab onto that again. You’re gonna need it where I’m taking you.”

I raised my arms and gripped the metal bar above me.

He dropped to his knees and placed his hands on the insides of my thighs. “Spread your legs for me.”

I widened my stance, and Conor parted my inner lips with his thumbs. I jumped, swinging a little in the air. What next a trapeze act?

Actually, what came next was much better as he put his mouth against me and sucked my clit between his soft lips. I jerked my hips forward, afraid I’d smother him, but his active mouth told me he was very much conscious.

As the tension in my body grew to an aching need, I lifted my feet and rested my legs on his shoulders. He steadied me with his hands on my bum, digging his fingers into my flesh, rocking me back and forth.

Each time I got close to coming, he’d swing me back a little, his hair tickling the insides of my thighs.

The next time he tried to pull away, I caught his head between my knees. “What happens if I come so hard I let go? I’d bang my head on the bunkbed.”

“I won’t let you fall, Nollaig. I’ll never let you fall again.”

His words and the final swipe of his tongue across my pussy sent me over the edge. The buildup, the years of buildup, released a wave of pleasure cascading through my body. But I tensed again, clenching my legs around Conor, followed by more bone-melting ecstasy. I came over and over, the cessation of each peak building to another climax.

I must’ve let go of the guardrail at some point, but Conor held my writhing body close to him, his damp clothes brushing against my sensitive skin.

He stood up, and my legs dropped from his shoulders to his waist. I curled my arms around his neck as he kissed me, my juices staining his lips, my taste on his mouth.

When he gave me a second to breathe, I grabbed the collar of his shirt. “I need to see you naked—and then I need you inside me...after I wet your cock with my tongue.”

As he set me on my feet, he started unbuttoning his shirt. “If that sweet mouth goes anywhere near my cock, I’m gonna explode all over your...face.”

“Then we’ll just have to start all over again.”

“Oh no—” he shrugged out of his shirt “—when I shoot my wad, it’s gonna be deep inside you. It’ll be soaking your panties days after, making you remember every stroke, every drop.”

“That’s a lot of cum.” I tugged at the button on the waistband of his shorts. “Have you been storing it up?”

“Eleven fucking years’ worth.”

“Liar.” I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest, tugging it lightly. “I read the gossip sites. You’ve been spreading that cum far and wide.”

He kissed me hard on the mouth. “Stop talking about shite that doesn’t matter.”

He unzipped his shorts and as I grabbed them to peel them back, he circled my wrists with his fingers.