Live Without Regret (A Touch of Fate)By: K.L. Grayson
Smoothing my hands over the hard plane of his abdomen, I sweep them up his chest, pushing his shirt off in the process. My eyes are drawn to an intricate tattoo etched across the left side of his ribs. Bending at the knees, I take a closer look. It’s a detailed tribal cross with a set of angel wings coming out from behind it. My fingers skate across his skin, following the black lines. Connor shivers, goose bumps breaking out across his body under the touch of my hand. His eyes follow my every movement as he allows me to explore his body.
Pressing my lips against his skin, I place a kiss to the center of the cross and then slowly drag my mouth across his chest, stopping to tease each of his nipples before kissing a path down his stomach. My tongue flicks out, outlining the chiseled lines of his abs before tracing along that sexy V that leads straight to the good. Then I slowly drop to my knees.
“Brittany.” His voice sounds tortured when my name falls from his lips. Connor sinks his fingers into my hair, and the closer my mouth gets to his cock, the tighter his grip gets. The muscles of his stomach tighten beneath my touch, and I revel in the knowledge that I’m affecting him this way.
The weight of Connor’s stare is heavy against my head, and I want nothing more than to look up. But I can’t—at least not yet. Instead, I finally give in to what we both want. Wrapping my fingers around his hard length, I pump him several times, giving a slight twist of my wrist as I do.
A jumbled mess of words emanates from Connor, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. My heart is thumping loudly in my ears and pure, hot desire is pulsing through my veins.
Running my thumb along the head of his cock, I rub at the bead of cum that has formed on the tip before I flick out my tongue to taste it.
“Shit,” Connor grinds out. He’s losing control—I can hear it in his voice. And if that isn’t the best damn feeling, then I don’t know what is.
Slipping the head of his cock inside my mouth, I push my tongue against the underside of his shaft and take him deep into my mouth.
“Ah, fuck,” he groans. The words are followed by a loud thud, and I finally allow myself to look up.
Connor’s head is against the wall and he looks sexy as hell. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut, and I watch for several seconds as his chest heaves with each breath he takes. Sucking hard, I work him faster and deeper. He grows impossibly large inside my mouth, and his abs flex with each pump of my hand. The sight of him losing control is almost too much, causing a strangled moan to rip from my throat.
His eyelids flutter open and Connor looks down under a hooded gaze. “Deeper,” he demands. “Take more of me.”
What woman in her right mind could ever say no to that? Sure as hell not this woman.
Curling my lips around my teeth, I push deeper. His cock bottoms out at the back of my throat and Connor grunts. “Fuck yeah. Just like that.” His words send a surge of heat straight to my pussy and I close my thighs as best I can.
A few strands of my hair fall forward, blocking my view of his gorgeous face, and he reaches out to sweep the strands to the side. With one hand buried in my hair and the other cupping my cheek, he watches me take him over and over into my mouth.
“Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he rasps. “Watching your sweet little mouth take my cock like that…” His eyes close as his words trail off and I silently beg him to continue. I’ve never been one for dirty talk, but from him I love it.
The silence is filled with soft moans, and then Connor’s entire body jerks and his eyes pop open. Dropping his hand from my cheek, he links his fingers at the back of my head, urging me to pick up the pace as his hips thrust forward.
“I’m not gonna last,” he says, gritting his teeth.
I can’t remember the last time I actually watched a man lose himself to the pleasure of a woman. Honestly, it’s not something I ever gave much thought to, but I want to watch this man. I want to watch as Connor surrenders himself to my mouth—to me.
His body goes rigid beneath the weight of my hands and his grip on my head loosens, presumably giving me the opportunity to pull back.
No way in hell.
My cheeks hollow, my tongue pushing his cock against the roof of my mouth as I suck long and hard. With a string of incoherent words, Connor finally lets go and I suck him dry, savoring every last drop he has to offer.
Connor pulls me up off the floor. One hand pressed against the small of my back, the other cradling my head, he hauls me in close. Then he smiles, slow and sexy. “What am I going to do with you?” he asks, sealing his lips over mine.
Unlike the last kiss, this one isn’t hurried. It’s slow, methodical, and utterly intoxicating. Skimming my hands up his arms, I tangle them in his hair. I’ve never been with a man whose hair is long, but I’m finding it incredibly inviting. Plus, it’ll give me something to hold onto when he has his head buried between my thighs.
Hell, Connor’s hair isn’t the only thing that sets him apart. My previous conquests have been perfectly groomed, suit or scrub-wearing types that wouldn’t dream of having a tattoo, much less a body covered in them. Maybe that’s where I was going wrong with men. Maybe all along I just needed someone more like Connor.