Page 80 of Rebooting Conor Flynn

When Conor Flynn talked, I listened. I slipped my hand into my panties and ran two fingers along my slick pussy. “Yesss.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’m wet...for you.”

“Prove it.”

“I can’t come up there, Con.”

“You can come anywhere I tell you to come.” His mattress squealed. “But for now, give me the hand you used to touch your pussy.”

I swallowed, touched myself again for more proof, and stretched my arm toward his bunk. He encircled my wrist with his fingers. Then his head appeared over the side of the bed, and I gasped.

He pressed my fingers against his nose, closing his eyes. I nearly passed out when he sucked them into his mouth.

“I’m so fucking hard now, you’re gonna have to make things right.”

“This is crazy.” I pressed my legs together.

“You’re right. I’m crazy for you, and people already think I’m a slut too, so drag your perfect arse up to my bed and let me ravish you.”

I squeezed my eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the bus. Someone let out a snore, and the ice machine whirred, dislodging a piece of ice into the chute.

Throwing one leg over the side of my bed, I poked my head out of the curtain surrounding our bunk and looked up and down the aisle. Nobody stirred.

I hoisted myself into the top bunk, with Conor grabbing my arms and pulling me into his bed and against his chest.

“We’re gonna have to be...”

Hooking his fingers in the waistband of my pajama shorts, he yanked them down, along with my panties. Then he whipped off the sheet tucked around his waist to reveal his massive hard-on.

Why was Conor sleeping naked on the bus? Was everyone naked on this bus? I didn’t have more time to ponder that horrifying thought as Conor tickled my clit with his fingertip.

Before he could go any further, I curled up between his legs and ran my hand down the length of him. “Can I show you just how much of a slut I really am?”

“I’m counting on it, baby.”

I swirled my tongue around his head, and he reached up and grabbed the handrails above his bed, gritting his teeth. Conor was a noisy comer. I had no idea how he’d manage this without waking up the entire bus. And that would be very bad.

I engulfed his cock with my mouth—because I remembered he liked it rough down here—and he pumped his hips to nudge the back of my throat. I swallowed, and he groaned.

I tried to shush him around the cock in my mouth but ended up drooling all over him. He liked that because he reached down and grabbed my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp.

In a raspy whisper, he said, “Ride me.”

I straddled his hips. “You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

Wrapping his hands around my waist he pulled me down, and our lips met with a sizzle. I swept my tongue along his lower lips.

He pinched my bottom sending a ripple of desire down my spine. “You taste salty.”

“That’s your cum on my lips.”

“I want my cum somewhere else. I want my cock so deep inside you, we’re not gonna know where you end and where I begin.”

“I already have that feeling, even when you’re across the room.” I nipped at his lower lip and hovered above his erection.

“Hold on. I wanna feel you first.” He reached down and grabbing the base of his cock, he ran it up my slit, opening me for his entrance.