First Halloween | Connor Brashier
A/n: originally, I planned for this one to catch us up to the first part I wrote, but we’ll actually have one more before that!
Summary: It’s your first Halloween in the house... and as a couple?
Warnings: very light smut, sexual innuendos, underage (according to US standards) drinking
Word count: 5.7k
Why are we gonna do a group costume?” Brian complains. “That’s so lame.”
Shawn shakes his head, “No, we have to, Craigen. We all live in one household. It’d be stupid for us to be dressed all different. I still say we do a Grease costume. It’s fun, it’s easy. It’s recognizable.”
“I mean, it’s not a bad idea. It’s so easy to find those costumes, or pieces for it, if they don’t carry your size, Shawn.”
“Why wouldn’t they have my size?”
I give him a pointed look, “Do you remember the last time we went to the Halloween store to find you a costume? The sleeves came to like halfway up your forearm. Those costumes are hardly equipt for your giant limbs.”
He sighs, “No, you’re right. But is Grease the general consensus? Brash, you good with that?”
“Can I be Danny?” he asks.
“Oh come on, I am so much more like Danny than you are!” Shawn whines.
“Wait, just to confirm, are we assuming I’m Sandy?” I ask.
“Yes,” they all say at once.
I nod, “Bub, can I use your phone? Gotta start looking for leather pants.”
He fishes his phone out of his pocket and hands it to me.
“1327,” he says, turning his attention back to Shawn. “So because your hair is darker, you get to be him?”
“No, dick, because I’m the main character. And I‘m the best looking out of all of us.”
“Careful Shawn, your Leo is showing,” I mumble, going to log out of Connor’s Amazon account.
“Just leave it, I’ll buy them,” he tells me quietly at the same time Shawn goes,
“Hey, I’m a Leo and I’m proud. Come on, y/n. Who’s the best looking of us two?”
“Oh you can’t make me do that!” I gasp, looking over at him.
“Why not? Just objectively, not personally.”
“Well, I mean, I don't know. How can it not be personal? All I know is my preference. But I guess, Shawn, you are more… conventionally? Attractive. You have the tall, dark, and handsome thing going for you, which basically has every girl weak in the knees. But Connor has that really cute boy next door vibe to him, very much ‘let me take you home to meet my momma’ type of look.”
“That didn’t answer the question,” Brian adds. “Who do you think is more attractive?”
“No, Shawn said not personally. It doesn’t matter what I think.”
“Well one of them is gonna be the Danny to your Sandy. So, which one would you look better with?”
I frown, “That’s not fair! It’s like asking your mother to pick a favorite child.”
“You are our parents’ favorite child. Now, who do you want standing next to you all night?”
“Well… are we going for accuracy? Because if we are, then Shawn should be Danny, but if not, I don’t see why Connor couldn’t be.”
“One or the other,” Brian says.
“Can’t they play rock, paper, scissors or something? Why do I have to pick?”
“Fine,” Shawn agrees. “We’ll play rock, paper, scissors. Connor let’s go.”
Connor sits up, causing me to fall back against the couch with a huff since I’m no longer leaning against his shoulder. “Sorry, baby,” he mumbles.
“Ready? Rock, paper, sci-”
“Wait, are we going on shoot or on scissors?”
“Oh,” Shawn taps his chin, “Um, on shoot, I guess.”
“Okay, ready? Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.” They both hold out their hands. Connor with rock, and Shawn with paper. “Best two out of three.”
“What? No, I won. You just have to deal with it. Y/n don’t get a cheap wig.”
I roll my eyes, “I’m not getting a wig, period. Do you know how awful those things are? And I’m not spending an arm and a leg on something that I’ll only wear once.”
He sighs, “Fine. So we’re doing that ending scene then? So I need a letterman jacket.”
I hum, scrolling through Connor’s Amazon trying to find some decent leggings. “Yeah. Hey, bub, do you have my card saved as a backup?”
“I have it saved, yeah. But just use mine, I’ve got it.”
“What? No, I don't want to spend your money.”
He shakes his head and takes his phone back, “Is this all you’re getting? The leggings and the top?”
“Yeah, but-” he presses the checkout button and clicks his card, typing in the code on the back.
“It’ll be here on Saturday,” he nods.
I frown at him, “Why didn’t you let me pay?”
“Because I didn’t want you to.”
I groan and move to get up from the couch.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“To get cash to pay you back.”
“Oh, no, you don’t!” He says, grabbing me by the waist before pulling me back down, this time into his lap. "It's thirty dollars. I'll survive."
Connor is pouty most of the night. Even when we're laying in my bed later, watching Halloweentown. (It's a tradition that he and I watch all our favorite Disney Halloween movies together through the month of October.) I pause the movie and shift to look up at him. "What's wrong, bub?"
"Hmm?" His hand stops rubbing circles on my hip. "Nothing, pretty girl. I'm okay."
"Is it because I didn’t pick you to be Danny? Because you know I would-"
"I know. I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at Shawn because he didn't even give me the best two out of three. Fucking cheater."
I laugh and pat his chest. "I'm sorry. What can I do to make it better?"
He shrugs and looks down, "I don't know… a kiss would be nice."
I hum, "Is that right? You want a kiss, bub?"
"I always want a kiss, baby. Now that I know what your lips taste like, I crave you. All day, every day. I can't get enough of you."
I thread my fingers in his hair and nod, leaning closer. "Well I'm glad the feeling's mutual," I say before crashing our lips together.
The past three weeks have been a lot of sneaky kisses and quiet (although he was right, it’s unbelievably hard to keep me quiet) nights of fooling around. In such a short time, he knows just how to get me where he wants in me in such a short time. It’s like he’s tuned in to my breathing, every tensing of my muscles. He knows just what to do and we haven’t even gone all the way yet. Not because we don’t want to, because we do. So much. But he’s made it very clear that he doesn’t want our first time to be some quiet, rushed thing because we don’t want the guys to hear. He wants to take his time with me and I’m more than willing to wait for that right time because this right here is enough for me. If this was all we ever did, I think I’d be okay with that too.
He pulls away first, caressing my hip. “Did you lock the door?”
“No,” I shake my head,
He sighs and gets up, “Rookie move, y/n. You know these boys don’t understand the concept of knocking.”
“Well I didn’t intend on anything happening tonight. I thought we were just watching a movie.”
He keeps his eyes on me, narrowed, as he locks my door. “And how many nights have we spent just watching a movie in the last three weeks, hmm?”
My face heats with embarrassment. “None.”
“Exactly,” he crawls back on my bed, over me. “I think you like the idea of us getting caught. It makes it all the more exciting, no?”
I tug gently on his necklace to bring him closer and I start planting kisses across his jaw. “I think you’re projecting your kinks onto me.”
“Maybe, but how else are we supposed to find out what you like?”
“I know what I like. I’m just not telling you yet.”
He hums, “It’s okay. I’ll pull it out of you.”
“As long as you’re pulling out too,” I tease, which causes him to laugh, falling down on top of me.
“I can’t with you, baby. I really, really can’t.”
I roll my eyes, “Oh, you adore me, shut up.”
Connor and I are in the shower together the next afternoon (not to be scandalous, I came in here and Connor came in a few minutes later because he said he wanted to wash my hair - we have stolen a few kisses, however, and let our hands wander a little - him more than me, but I’m not complaining.) It’s the first time in the last month that I’m off on a Sunday, and I’m grateful. Less so, however, when my bathroom door opens when I’m in the middle of washing Connor’s hair.
Connor stares at me with wide eyes, but I quickly press my finger to his lips. God, he wasn't kidding, I really need to start locking my doors.
“Y/n, I need your help with lyrics.”
“What?” I ask, moving the shower curtain just enough to peek out, but not enough for him to see anything but my head. Shawn's standing in the doorway with his guitar in hand. “Shawn, I’m taking a shower.”
“Yeah, I can see that. But I need help.”
“Can’t it wait until I’m out?”
“No, or I might lose the melody.”
“Y/n!” he whines.
I look back at Connor and he shrugs and mouths, “Just let him.” I sigh and shake my head, “I’ve allowed you to be too comfortable with me if you’re comfortable enough to be in the room while I shower.” I say, hiding behind the curtain once again.
“Honestly, you could be standing naked in broad daylight and I still wouldn’t bat an eye. Now,” I hear him grunt and I assume he’s just lifted himself onto my counter. “It’s a love song. Or it should be. You feeling lovey today?”
I smile and now I’m thankful we’re doing this while I’m in the shower so that he can’t see how bad I’m blushing, I turn away from Connor, though because I don’t want him to see my face either. “Um, yeah. Yeah, okay. Go ahead, we’ll see what I can do. Record it since I can’t write anything down.”
“Oh, I can fix that. Brian!” he calls out.
“Shawn, no. What part of me being in the shower do you not get?” I throw a questioning look Connor’s way, but he’s just as trapped as I am at this point.
“It’s fine, he’ll sit at the door.”
I roll my eyes, vowing to start locking the door when I’m in here.
“What’s up? Oh, wow. It smells good in here. Y/n, what are you using?” Brian asks.
I can’t fight the laugh that bubbles up, “It’s coconut.”
“God, that smells amazing. Can I get that when I run out of body wash?”
“It’s shampoo. There’s an extra under my sink. You can take that one.”
“Brian, I called you in here for a reason,” Shawn complains.
“Right, sorry. What?”
“I need you to write down lyrics for me.”
“Why can’t you do it?” He asks, and because Connor still has shampoo in his hair, I motion for him to turn around so I can wash it out for him.
“Because I have to play. And y/n writes the lyrics as she thinks of them, but since she’s in the shower…”
“Right, right. Okay, move. I’ll sit here. Y/n, I’m moving your clothes,” Brian says, which tells me that he’s moving them from the closed toilet seat.
“Y’all, my bathroom is not big enough for the three of us. In fact, there shouldn’t even be more than one of us in here.”
“Oh, it’s fine. We can’t see anything.”
I scoff, “You too, Craigen. You’re too comfortable with me.”
“I agree, but what are we gonna do about it at this point? Now you two do what you do and I’ll just write the lyrics in my notes.”
I roll my eyes, “Whatever. Shawn, go ahead and play.”
He starts to strum his guitar, humming a melody with it and I open my conditioner to put some in Connor’s hair. “I thought I knew it all, found love but I was wrong, more times than enough / but since you came along / I’m thinking baby you,” he starts humming which tells me he hasn’t thought that far yet.
The guitar dies down and I nod, “I’m thinking baby you,” I repeat before humming to myself to the melody. Connor rubs my hips as I think and before I know it, the words are spilling out of me. “Are bringing out a different kind of me / There’s no safety net that’s underneath / I’m free / fallin’ all in you.” I’m giving the words as lyrics to Shawn, but they’re 100% for Connor to hear and know and believe.
“Oh, that’s good,” Brain says. “Safety net underneath,” he mutters as he types the lyrics out, I’m assuming.
“Okay, so I started a verse, but I don’t know where to put it, can you maybe-?”
“Guys, I’m about to get out of the shower, could you please get out of here so I can change? I promise I will help you finish writing when I’m dressed, but please. I’m comfortable, but I’m not comfortable enough for you two to see me completely naked.”
“Fine, we’ll be in the living room. Hurry up,” Shawn says. I wait until the door is closed and let out a deep sigh.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper to Connor but he shakes his head, capturing my lips quickly.
“I think you were right about getting caught being one of my kinks because I wanted so badly to make it hard for you to speak while they were in here.”
I whimper. “Okay, that’s hot. But can we do that later because this door isn’t locked. So, wash out your hair. I’m gonna get out. I need you to stay in the bathroom until you hear Shawn playing again though.”
“Baby,” he groans and I shush him.
“I know, I know. But they can’t know you’re in here. Unless you feel like telling them that we’re… whatever we are right now. And I’m not really in the mood to do that yet.”
He pouts, “No, I know. I’m not either. I’ll stay. Just hurry.”
I nod and lean forward to kiss his lips. “I’ll bring you some clothes.”
“Mhm, bring me a shirt this time, yeah?”
“Shirt, no pants?” I tease.
He nips at my lips, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Well, I'm a fan of the no shirt, no pants attire, but we did promise when we moved in not to do that so… I’ll unfortunately bring you both.”
He pinches my side playfully, “You’re being naughty.”
I shrug, “I thought you liked me like that.”
“I never said I didn’t,” he raises an eyebrow. I allow him to kiss me one more time before I push gently at his chest.
“Okay, I have to get out. Can we finish this later?”
“Is that even a question?”
“Y/n, are you almost ready?” Brian asks, from the living room. “What’s taking you so long?”
I sigh and open my bedroom door, making my way to the living room where the boys are all seated on the couch. “The zipper on these pants is stuck. I need one of you to pull it up for me.”
Shawn, being the closest to me, waves me over. “Come here, I got it.” I walk over to him, holding the top of the pants to keep them closed. It takes a few tries but he finally gets it. “There,” he nods. “You ready? We don’t want to be too late.”
I nod, “Yeah, I just need my shoes.” I rush back to my room to grab the shoes from my closet. I tried to find the most comfortable pair of chunky red heels that I could get my hands on, so I’m hoping I won’t want to totally die by the end of the night. I’m grabbing my phone off it’s charger when I see a text pop up from Connor.
Nice costume. Gonna let me take it off you later?
I hum and shake my head. He’s been getting a lot bolder with his texts recently, not that I’m complaining. But it’s clear that he’s enjoying this new territory that we’re in, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. However, I know if I text back something flirty right now, he and I are going to make an excuse not to go despite being dressed already.
Yeah. I’ll need help with this fucked zipper.
Is that the only thing that’ll be fucked tonight?
I let out a strangled sound because wow, someone is in a mood tonight.
“Y/n! Come on!” Shawn calls out. “We’re gonna leave without you!’
I don’t bother texting him back. “I’m coming, I’m coming. I’m sorry. Let’s go,” I say, entering the room once again.
I sit in the front with Shawn, who’s driving, and try my best to ignore the texts that Connor’s sending me from the backseat. Normally, I wouldn’t do that, but with Brian right behind me, and Shawn beside me, I can’t risk either of them seeing what we’re saying to one another. Connor knows that, too, so I don’t know why he’s still trying to get me to text him back.
Before we walk into the party, which is terribly crowded for it to have only started about forty-five minutes ago, Shawn wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Wow, you’re living every girl’s dream tonight, y/n.”
“And why’s that, rockstar?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Because you’re my date.”
I laugh, “I see you have taken on the cocky Danny Zuko persona for the night, huh?”
“Yeah, where’s your reinvented Sandy persona. You’re supposed to be all over me. Tell me I’m the one that you want.”
“I’ll be the one telling you that you better shape up.”
He throws his head back, walking us into the house. “Alright, that’s fair. Let me get you a drink.”
“Nothing strong, please. Literally just water will be fine.”
“Ah, so boring, but okay. I’ll be back,” he says, planting a kiss on my cheek.
“Well, Shawn seems to be playing up the Danny role, don’t you think?” Brain asks, coming up beside me. “He knows it’s a costume contest and not an acting one, right?”
I shrug, “Well, you know he doesn’t do anything in half measures.”
“That he does not,” he confirms. “Hey, is my collar messed up?” he points behind him.
“Oh, yeah, turn around.” I lay his collar down flat and pat his shoulders. “There. Now, go get a drink. I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Meghan, and she’s pretty so you need a little liquid courage.”
He gasps, “Hey, I’m not Shawn. I don’t need any-” I turn him in the direction of where my friend Meghan is standing with a group of her friends.
“That’s here, in the devil horns.”
He nods, “Yeah, yeah. I need a drink. Be right back.” he goes in the direction of the kitchen, leaving Connor and I alone.
“So,” I look over at him. “What part of the costume has put you in such a mood, Brashier?” I ask, but I’m only teasing.
He wraps an arm around my waist and leans in to whisper in my ear, “I’m thinking about how that red lipstick would look all down my chest.”
I hum, “Well, unfortunately for you, it’s transfer proof. So, even if you wanted to know, you wouldn’t be able to.”
He pouts dramatically. “That’s no fun.”
“No? Means you and I can sneak away for a minute and I can kiss you and no one would know.”
He raises his eyebrows at that, “Hmm… that’s good to know. Might have to sneak you away sooner rather than later.”
“Why’s that?” I ask, reaching up to push back a stray hair on his forehead.
“Because there are far too many guys here looking at you like they want to eat you,” he pauses, “And that’s my job.”
I bite the inside of my cheek and clear my throat, “It is. And you’re very good at it.”
He rubs his thumb over my hip, “Yeah, I think you’ve mentioned that a time or two.” He places a gentle kiss to my shoulder and pulls back just as Shawn comes back into view.
“Alright, gorgeous,” Shawn hands me my drink. “I think it’s time we made our rounds. Where’s Brian?”
“He went to get a drink. You didn’t see him in the kitchen?” Connor asks, running his hair through his fingers.
“Hey, I worked hard on that twist. Leave your hair alone,” I pull his hand away from his head and hold it in mine.
He rolls his eyes, “Whatever. Let’s go find Brian. Shawn, lead the way.”
I hold both of their hands as we move further into the house. Well, actually I hold Connor’s hand, Shawn is holding the other end of my water bottle, pulling me behind him. We find Brian in the backyard chugging a beer.
“I am not taking care of him tonight. Shawn, it’s your turn,” I tell him.
“What? My turn? I thought it was Connor’s.”
Connor shakes his head, “I got him at the last party.”
“Fuck!” Shawn throws his head back. “He’s a bitch to take care of when he’s drunk.”
I laugh, “Yeah remember Matt’s graduation party? When we lost him for like ten minutes and we found him jumping on Matt’s neighbor’s trampoline.”
Connor shakes his head, “He was so fucking drunk that night, holy shit.”
Brian spots us before we get to him and he’s all smiles which tells us he’s had more than one already. This boy is the lightest weight I’ve ever met. “My friends!”
“Hey, buddy. We were looking for you.”
“Well I’m right here. And I’m ready to talk to Marilyn.”
I shake my head, “You mean Meghan?”
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”
I sigh, “Oh honey, I don’t know if this is a good idea now.”
“What? Why not? I’m ready.”
“I’m sure you are,” I attest. “However, when I said you need a little liquid courage, I did not mean you needed to drink half a pack of beer. I don’t want you to be embarrassed if you say something stupid.”
He holds a finger up as if he has an idea. “I won’t be embarrassed if I don’t remember what I said. I think two more beers will do the trick.”
Shawn shakes his head, “I don’t think it works like that, bud.” To Connor and me he says, “I told him he should have eaten before we left
“Alright, I’m just gonna take you to her before you get anything else in your system,” I let go of Connor’s hand, instead taking Brian’s. “Here, drink this.”
“No, it’ll kill the buzz.”
“It doesn’t work that quickly, honey. Now, drink.”
He groans but takes the water bottle anyway. “Sometimes you’re too mother hen, you know that?”
“I do. But what do you expect when my three best friends are idiots?”
I leave Brian alone with Meghan once I’m sure that he wouldn’t make a total fool out of himself (which is about twenty minutes later) and I tell her to text me if he gets on her nerves so I could come back and get him.
The boys are still outside, with a small group of girls surrounding them, not that I’m surprised. I was blessed with having some very attractive friends. What I am a little surprised to see though, is how many of these girls are flocking round Connor. I’m used to them crowding Shawn - after all, he’s a musician, and a great one at that. He’s tall, dark haired, handsome. He’s the whole package - girls are beating down his door to get in bed with him, although he’s not one to entertain them often.
The fact that these girls are paying attention to Connor isn’t what surprises me per se, it’s the fact that Connor seems to be enjoying it. Enjoying these girls that are feeling all up and down his arms and tapping at his chest, batting their eyelashes at him. He’s entertaining them and I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me insanely jealous.
While he and I aren’t telling anyone about us, we are still a thing and I don’t like that he’s allowing these girls to be all over him. But it’s not my place to make a scene. I chose to keep us private, so who am I to be jealous, right?
I make my way over to Shawn, who only has three girls with him right now. “Hey, there are you, gorgeous,” Shawn says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, and I wrap mine around his torso. “Girls, this is my best friend, y/n. She’s also one of my roommates.”
I hate when Shawn introduces me to girls because they almost always give me that deadly once over as if trying to see what I have that they don’t. They assume that because I’m friends with him, I want to be with him. That has never been the case, but they don’t care about that.
“Nice costume,” one of them says, clearly the nicer of the three. “Couples costume?”
Shawn shakes his head, “Group costume,” he nods toward Connor. “We got a T-bird there, and another one inside.”
They all nod, holding onto his every word. Honestly, it’s kind of fun watching girls fawn all over him because most of the time it seems like he doesn’t notice. He still sees himself as that scrawny kid with braces that he was in middle school, but he’s definitely not that anymore and I'm proud to say I’ve watched him grow into a wonderful man and a great friend.
I’ve probably been standing with Shawn (more so cuddled into his side because it’s getting chilly and the jacket I had ordered to go with the outfit didn’t get here in time), talking to these girls for about forty-five minutes when my phone buzzes at my side and I pull it out of the waistband of my pants - the pants, I won’t lie are very cute, but the lack of pockets pretty much ensures that I won’t wear them often, if at all, after this.
Are you trying to make me jealous by holding onto him like that?
I roll my eyes. He’s jealous of Shawn? Really?
You trying to make me jealous by letting Malibu Barbie feel you up when I’m ten feet away?
I don’t say that to be mean, she is actually dressed as Malibu Barbie, her costume is very spot on. I commend her for this costume, seriously, five out of five stars. Despite that, she and I are enemies right now because she’s all over my man and I’m not cool with it.
He looks my way and I can’t quite read his expression. He tilts his head to the side, silently asking me to follow him inside. He excuses himself from the group of girls around him and I wait a few seconds before excusing myself as well. I tap Shawn’s side, “I’m gonna go find the bathroom, I’ll be back.”
“You have your phone?” he asks.
I nod, holding it up to him. “I’ll text you if I need you,” I assure him before following Connor inside. He’s waiting for me at the door, leaning against the wall behind him. “Problem?” I ask him.
“Come on, let’s go somewhere quieter. It’s too loud.” He holds his hand out for me and I take it gladly. He leads me to the front of the house and I sneak a glance over at where I left Brian and Meghan. She’s laughing, so I’m taking that as a good sign that he isn’t making a total fool out of himself.
We find what seems to be the only semi open area in the house to be in this tiny nook like indent in the wall of the upstairs hallway. Actually, upstairs is pretty empty compared to the downstairs area that is packed basically from wall to wall. “So?” I prompt him.
“I didn’t want her on me, just so you know.”
I nod slowly, “Okay…”
“They all just kind of gravitated toward Shawn, and when they realized they weren’t all getting his attention, a few of them started paying me attention as well. I wasn’t entertaining them, if that’s what it looked like, which I mean, it probably did and I’m sorry for that.”
I shrug, “It’s okay. We, um, we aren’t exclusive so I guess I don’t really have room to be jealous.”
“Well, we’re not not exclusive.”
“I just mean that you and I are… seeing each other, but we’re not seeing other people. We’re exclusive, we’re just not telling the world yet.”
“You’re not interested in other people?”
He chuckles, but it sounds pained. “No. No, I’m not.”
I push myself off the wall to stand on the opposite one instead. “Well is it such a crazy question?”
“Yeah, actually. It kind of is. We - I thought, no I told you that I only have eyes for you. Literally it’s just you. Is it just me for you?” he asks, taking a step closer to me.
Only since the day I met you. “Yeah, of course it is.”
He closes the distance between us, my back hitting the wall gently. His hands rest firmly on my hips, “Then let’s agree to never ask such a stupid question again. I’m yours and you’re mine. It’s as simple as that.”
“Oh it is?” I question, my hands reaching up to take a hold of his upper arms. The proximity of us is intoxicating, especially because we’re not behind closed doors like we’re used to. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I do kind of like the idea of us getting caught.
He smirks and then runs his tongue over his bottom lip and I wish it was mine (my lip or my tongue, I don’t really care). "I don't think you can appreciate how badly I want you. How seeing someone else's hands on you, even if it's just Shawn, makes me want to claim you as mine. I want to make you mine from the inside out." He pulls my hips forward and I gasp, his knee parts my thighs and I almost whimper when I feel his hard on pressing against me. "God, baby. I want to see you come undone for me. On my fingers, on my tongue, my thigh, my dick. I want to ruin you for anyone else. I want you to ache for me. Beg for me," he continues.
"I already do," I whine, tightening my grip on his biceps because my legs are threatening to give out on me with the way he's speaking. "I'm begging for you, Connor. Please. Please, take me home. Make me yours. Ruin me. Please. Just get me out of here before we give them all a show."
He growls lowly into my neck and I'm a goner.
"Take me home," I plead. "I can't wait anymore."
He chuckles, kissing my exposed shoulder. "You're gonna be patient, baby. I'm gonna take my time with you. You won't be able to remember anything but my name when I'm finished with you."
I suck in a breath, "Promise?"
"I'll be ravaging you for days. Gotta work you up to all the things I want to do to you. So we're starting slow tonight."
“Connor,” I mewl.
He hums into my neck, “Good thing I ordered us an Uber then, isn’t it? Let’s go.” I don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling me down the stairs and out the front door. He stops us before we get to the car he ordered. “Wait, are you sure? This is what you want?”
I nod and lean forward to kiss him deeply, “Yes. Yes, I want this. I want you. I need you.”
“You have me,” he assures me.
I wake up in Connor’s arms, like I have almost every night these past few weeks. Except this time feels different. We’re spooning, and I’m in absolutely nothing but the white shirt I all but tore off of him last night. His hand is clutching mine in front of me and he’s breathing softly against my neck which tickles a little.
I close my eyes again and allow myself to think back to the events of last night.
His hands, his mouth, his eyes are everywhere. He’s taking me in inch by inch as I do the same with him (just in a slightly different way). My fingers are threaded in his hair no matter where he is and he doesn’t seem to mind at all.
We’re nothing but a mess of sweaty bodies, joined in the most intimate way. The room is filled with my drawn out moans, his low grunts, and the broken way our names fall off each other’s lips. It’s heaven. It’s hell. It’s everything I ever hoped that it would be with him.
And if it’s even possible, I fall even deeper in love with him when we lay beside each other after and he asks if I’m okay, just as he did before we started, and during. He was careful and courteous. But not too careful. No, we had a moment when we weren’t careful at all (safe, yes, of course, but careful? Less so.) In that moment, he kept his word and ravaged me, and boy did I enjoy every single second of it.
I’m brought out of my thoughts when I feel him press a gentle kiss to my shoulder, such a juxtaposition from the needy, craving man that I had last night. “Good morning, pretty girl.”
I hum, “Yes, baby, it is.”
He hums too, squeezing my hand. “Mm… call me that again.”
“Baby,” I whisper into the room and he groans a little. “God, it sounds good when you say that.”
I chuckle, “Oh good.”
He yawns, hiding his face between my shoulders. “Got a question for you.”
“Ask me anything.”
“You wanna go on a date with me?”
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