Use Me - C.M.

Chapter 12

"It drives me absolutely mad to think of another man touching you the way I do...I want to keep being the only one that can make you feel a certain way." He traced his hand down the curve of my waist as he spoke. "I like being the only one that knows your body."

I swallowed hard as lust clouded my thoughts. I was laying on my back as he spoke, he was laying on his side leaning over me. I wasn't sure if he was getting distracted or trying to get an answer out of me in a moment of weakness. The more he spoke, his voice kept becoming lower.

"I'm the only one that knows exactly what you like." He said huskily, running his hand down my waist between my thighs.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my eyes fluttering closed as I tried to regain my composure, but I couldn't think straight at this point.

"I know you're turned on right now." He said confidently.

"Why are you trying to tease me?" I asked, my jaw clenching in frustration.

He smirked, his fingers slipping just under the hem of my underwear, running them back and forth along the lower part of my stomach. "Do you want me to make love to you like I did last night?"

I shook my head. "I want you to fuck me this time." I said almost angrily as I became increasingly frustrated with his teasing.

He didn't have time to react as I pulled him over on top of me, slamming my lips against his. I pulled his shirt off quickly before pulling the one I was wearing over my head. His breathing sped up and he let out a grunt as I tugged his boxers down. He pulled my underwear off in one quick motion and quickly reached for a condom, slipping it on and slowly lowering himself to me.

He started teasing me again and I practically growled at him in anger."Fuck, Conor. Just do it!"

He smirked, biting his lip to hold back a laugh until I finally just shoved him over onto his back and lowered myself on top of him. We both let out a moan and he sucked a breath in.

"Shit." He cursed. "I wasn't expecting that."

"Well, don't fuck with me." Everything about me became so vulgar when I was with Conor.

"I'm not complaining." He breathed out, followed by another moan.

I didn't respond as our pace quickened and I started sucking and nipping his neck."Oh, my god, Layla." He moaned, throwing his head back into the pillows. "Don't fucking stop."

I blushed but continued, still managing to finish first, and I started to understand the thrill Conor would get from pleasing me. He followed suit almost immediately, his movements sloppy and grip on me tightening as a slew of moans and curse words left his mouth. I'd never felt so accomplished.I moved off of him a moment later, laying on my side to face him with a satisfied smirk on my lips. He was breathing heavily, his eyes finally opening as he turned his head to look at me. His expression was mostly surprised mixed with awe.

"Damn." He breathed. "You're sexy as hell when you take control."

I laughed. "You wouldn't give me what I wanted."

He scoffed, his breathing finally starting to slow. "Fuck baby, you can have whatever you want from me after that. Holy hell."

I laughed even harder, standing up. "Oh, and Conor?" I said, leaning back over him. "You're right about one thing. No one could make me feel as good as you do." I whispered, before turning around and swaying my hips as I made my way to his bathroom.

"My god, woman." He said, letting out a breathy laugh.

We both climbed back in bed a few minutes later, pulling the sheets over us as we faced each other. He was still looking at me as though I had changed to a different person.