The Luxor Hotel: Two Weeks Later
'What's with the clickers? Are we playing Jeopardy or something?'
'Yes. This is regarding the surprise vacation that we're leaving for tomorrow.'
'You are a tool.'
'Just get ready to answer.'
Emily rolled her eyes. Michael had given us all clickers. He was gonna give us a clue about where we were going tomorrow and we were supposed to answer like we were on Jeopardy. Today was our last day and night in Vegas and tomorrow morning we were heading to our surprise destination.
'Come on, Michael!' said Connor anxiously, 'give us tha fuckin' clue already!'
'Okay! Okay!' said Michael, 'get your clickers ready!'
Everyone held their clickers as tight as they could. Michael gave his clue.
'Okay…' he said, 'I am the home of many celebrities and I scream my name from a hill. Where am I?'
I immediately knew the answer. I jumped, clicking furiously.
'Rebecca?' said Michael.
'WHERE IS HOLLYWOOD?!' I said excitedly.
Michael laughed.
'You are correct!' he said.
Emily and I gasped. We jumped up, grabbed each other's hands and jumped in a circle, doing our happy dance.
'WE'RE GOING TO HOLLYWOOD!' we squealed, 'WE'RE GOING TO HOLLYWOOD!'
'Someone's excited,' laughed Murphy.
'You have no idea!' said Emily, continuing to jump in a circle, 'I've always wanted to go to Hollywood!'
'We need new bikini's!' I said, 'we need new sunglasses!'
'Baby, ye have tons o' bikini's an' sunglasses,' said Connor, 'no more.'
'I don't care,' I said, jumping up and down with Emily because we got dizzy, 'I'm going shopping and you can't stop me.'
'Fine,' said Connor, 'but I ain't comin' wit' ye this time.'
'GIRL'S DAY OUT!' yelled Isabelle.
'Well, what are we waiting for?!' said Angelica, 'let's go!'
Las Vegas: That Afternoon
'This is so cute!'
'Romeo's gonna need some loose trunks if you buy that, Angie.'
'Ooh, that's right…I'm gonna buy it, anyways.'
'Atta girl!'
Angelica laughed. We had stopped in a store full of really skimpy bikinis. We were each picking out five bikini's before moving onto the sunglasses.
'Ooh!' said Emily, holding up a bikini, 'sparkly! And blue!'
My ears perked up. Sparkly?! BLUE?!
'Sparkly?' I said, turning my head, 'BLUE?!'
'Yes,' said Emily, holding up the bikini, 'sparkly and blue.'
I ran over to Emily. I looked at the bikini intently. It was a light shade of blue and it was covered in sparkles. It was magnificent.
'This is unbelievably cute,' I said, 'and me.'
Jane looked at the bikini carefully. Then she spoke.
'It's definitely you, Rebecca,' she said, 'you do like sparkles.'
'And the color blue,' added Angelica, 'you forgot that part.'
'Right,' said Jane, 'she likes blue.'
I beamed. I took the bikini, skipping to the other side of the store to look. Isabelle laughed.
'Someone's in a good mood,' she said.
'She's always wanted to go to Hollywood,' said Emily, 'she has every right to be.'
'I've never been to Hollywood, either,' said Jane, 'this is very exciting.'
'None of us have,' said Isabelle, 'I think she's more excited about her Sex Bucket List.'
'Sex Bucket List?' said Jane, sounding very puzzled, 'what's that?'
'A list pf places where we want to have sex,' said Emily, 'all of us have one. I've crossed some things off.'
'That is awesome,' said Jane impressively, 'what have you crossed off?'
'Let's see…' said Emily thoughtfully, 'sex on a motorcycle, sex in the woods, sex on the beach, sex in a tent, sex on a hammock, and a lot more.'
'Whoa,' breathed Jane, 'that is incredible.'
'We can help you write one if you want,' said Angelica, 'Romeo's uncle doesn't know that he and I had sex in the Silver Peso bathroom.'
'Shut the front door!' said Isabelle, 'Rocco and I did, too!'
'Murphy and I did, too!' said Emily, 'he almost caught us but he walked out!'
'Close calls help with adrenaline,' I said, holding a neon green bikini, 'Noah almost caught Connor and I in the field when we stayed with him in Ireland last year.'
'Murphy and I had sex in the barn,' said Emily, 'problem? He caught us.'
I laughed.
'Oh, my God!' I said, 'get out!'
'He looked at us for five seconds then he said Ye better fix tha' hay when yer done and walked out,' said Emily, 'it was so awkward.'
'That is hilarious,' said Isabelle, 'absolutely hilarious.'
'Wanna know the kicker?' asked Emily.
'This I gotta hear,' I said.
Everyone listened intently. Emily grinned.
'He patted Murphy on the shoulder,' she said, 'he heard me screaming in the barn which is why we got caught. He told Murphy he was proud he could make a girl scream the way I was screaming.'
All of us burst into hysterical laughter. Emily giggled.
'I am not kidding,' she said as we calmed down, 'he literally patted Murphy on the damn shoulder and congratulated him.'
'Oh, wow…' I breathed, wiping the tears from my eyes, 'oh, Noah…'
'I have never laughed so hard in my entire life,' said Emily, 'I actually was doubled over crying.'
'That is exactly why I love Noah,' said Isabelle, 'he doesn't care.'
'I think I lost a good twenty pounds,' said Emily, 'now, if it were Annabelle, she would have whipped his ass.'
'She wouldn't just kick his ass,' I said, 'she would destroy him.'
'Didn't she catch you and Connor on the couch once?' asked Angelica.
I giggled.
'Well, yeah…' I said, 'almost. She came close.'
'Spill!' said Jane, 'how did she almost catch you?!'
'Relax, Jane,' I said, 'I'll tell you.'
Everyone listened intently. I cleared my throat and began my story.
'It was last year when Connor and I were in Ireland,' I said, 'Connor and I decided to go stay with Annabelle for a few nights. So, one very romantic night after a very lovely dinner that he had cooked himself, Annabelle went to bed and the…romance began.'
Isabelle scoffed.
'Bitch, don't pussy-foot,' she said, 'SPILL!'
I laughed.
'Suspense, Isabelle, not pussy-footing,' I said, 'we were hungry for desert. He and I started making out and oh my God his kisses had a lot more spice than before. I got turned on big time.'
Ireland: June 2010: Annabelle's House
'Whoa. What is with you tonight?!'
'Ye look extra sexy tonight.'
'If your mother catches us, we're dead.'
'She's a heavy sleeper. Don't worry.'
'She fucking better be.'
'Shh…'
I moaned gently as Connor kissed me again. He and I just finished a very romantic dinner that he had cooked for me. Annabelle had just gone to bed so we decided to make out on her couch. I was wearing my red and black lingerie silk gown that he had bought me for Valentine's Day, and Connor's a sucker for that gown.
'Jesus Christ, Connor…' I purred between kisses, 'someone's a little feisty tonight.'
Connor chuckled. He slowly parted my lips with his tongue, sliding it in my open mouth. I moaned loudly.
'Fucking hell…' I whispered, 'who fed you crack this morning?'
'No one,' said Connor, 'I swear.'
I sighed. Connor pulled my face to his again, running his hands along my body. Something was up with him, but I wasn't sure what it was.
'I swear to God, if your mother catches us, I am blaming you,' I said, 'I am not getting my ass kicked.'
'She won't,' whispered Connor, 'I promise.'
I nodded slowly. Connor began to tease my clit through my panties. I purred gently.
'Ooh, Connor…' I whispered, 'ooh…'
'What did ye do to make me this horny?' whispered Connor, continuing his tease.
'I think it's this lingerie,' I teased, 'I know you're a sucker for this gown.'
Connor growled. He crawled on top of me, his eyes full of hunger and lust. I laughed.
'Easy, tiger,' I teased, 'we don't wanna wake the Momma Bear, now do we?'
Connor didn't answer, He slowly slid my panties aside, gently sliding his finger in my pussy. I bit my lip, fighting back the scream that had crept up in my throat.
'Connor, you ass…' I hissed, 'fuck…'
Connor giggled seductively. He fingered me harder, faster. I arched my back, clenching my teeth.
'I am seriously going to spank you,' I hissed, 'you are an ass.'
'Spank me, baby,' teased Connor, 'tha more ye spank me, tha harder I rub.'
I growled.
'I. Hate. You,' I snarled, 'so. Fucking. Much.'
Connor laughed.
'No, ye don't,' he teased, fingering me harder, 'ye love me.'
I snarled angrily. Connor slid another finger in my pussy, fingering me faster now. I arched my back, gasping as wave after wave of pleasure hit me.
'Connor, you son of a…' I growled.
Connor smirked deviously. He peeled my gown off with his free hand, tossing it aside. He squeezed my breast, kissing me hungrily.
'I am so fucking wet right now…' I purred, 'fucking hell, Connor…'
Connor smiled. His eyes danced in the firelight as he stared at my almost-naked body.
'Good,' he said, 'it's time.'
I watched as Connor pulled my panties off. He tossed them over to where my gown was. I growled hungrily, pulling Connor's head down. I pressed my lips to his Virgin Mary tattoo, sucking like a hungry baby, running my nails down his back. Connor hissed. I could feel him sliding his cock deep inside my pussy, and he didn't start off slow, oh no. He thrusted, hard. I wrapped my legs around his hips, sucking his neck harder as his cock slid in and out of my warm, wet pussy.
Connor growled softly. He was thrusting so hard, the whole couch shook. I tried to fight back the mother of all moans, but he was hitting my G-Spot, and that pushed me over the edge.
'Oh, Connor!' I cried, 'Connor!'
Connor grabbed the arm of the couch. He thrusted harder, drilling me into the cushions. I cried out.
'Oh, Connor!' I moaned, 'oh, baby! Oh, yes, baby!'
'Connor?'
Connor looked up in alarm. Annabelle had woken up. We're in trouble now.
'Harder!' I moaned, 'har…!'
Connor clapped his hand over my mouth. I frowned at him.
'Ma's awake!' he hissed, 'this is fer yer own fuckin' good!'
'Connor?' called Annabelle again, 'what tha fuck is goin' on down there?!'
'Nothing, Ma!' called Connor, keeping his hand over my mouth, 'everything is just peachy-keen!'
I struggled, trying to pry Connor's hand off my face. Connor glared.
'Why is Rebecca screamin'?' asked Annabelle, 'ye better not be havin' sex down there.'
Connor scoffed.
'Now what makes ye think tha', Ma?' he said, 'ye know Rebecca. She's a good girl.'
'Oh, I trust 'er,' said Annabelle, 'but I sure as hell don't trust ye. I've seen ye make out wit' 'er at dinner before, ye little bastard.'
'But I didn't make out wit' 'er at dinner this time around,' said Connor innocently.
'Ye may not 'ave,' said Annabelle, 'but I saw ye feelin' up 'er skirt.'
'No, ye didn't,' said Connor smoothly, still fucking me, 'ye were seein' things.'
'Ye can't fool me, Connor,' said Annabelle, 'I'm yer Ma.'
I whined. I didn't care if Annabelle caught us. I just wanted Connor's hand off my mouth.
'Shut up fer a second,' whispered Connor.
I whined louder, kicking my feet in protest. Connor growled.
'Will ye please be quiet?!' he hissed.
'Connor Adam MacManus!'
'Yes, Mother?' said Connor.
'Keep tha' girlfriend o' yers quiet,' said Annabelle, 'I'm goin' back ta bed.'
'I'll try!' said Connor.
Annabelle shut her bedroom door. Connor took his hand off my mouth. I frowned.
'What was that for?' I said.
'Not sure,' said Connor, 'maybe I didn't want my ass kicked.'
I sighed. Then, I smirked.
'Give it to me,' I teased, 'hard.'
Connor growled. He shoved his cock in my pussy as deep as it would go. He thrusted as hard as he could, drilling his cock deep inside my walls. I moaned, clawing Connor's back.
'Say Mama,' I coaxed, 'come on, baby. Say Mama.'
'Mama,' moaned Connor, 'Mama.'
'Say it like you mean it!' I commanded, 'do it!'
'Mama,' purred Connor, 'hot fuckin' Mama.'
I purred.
'That's my boy,' I cooed, stroking Connor's cheek.
Connor wrapped his arms tightly around me. He pulled me in closer to him, moulding my body to his. He thrusted. Hard. I moaned.
'Oh, Connor!' I cried, 'oh, yes, Connor! CONNOR!'
'Oh, Becca!' moaned Connor, 'oh, Becca!'
'CONNOR!' I cried, 'CONNOR!'
Connor put his head down. He latched onto my breast, sucking hard. I laughed.
'Someone's hungry,' I teased.
Connor sucked harder. I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips, thrusting to match his movements.
Connor growled with pleasure. He sucked even harder now, drilling his cock deep inside my walls. I could feel my legs shaking fiercely against his hips, my body tensing up.
'Oh. God. Connor!' I moaned, 'oh. Fuck. Connor!'
'What, baby?' said Connor, 'what?'
'What is with you tonight?' I purred, 'you are on fire.'
'You fuckin' turn me on is fuckin' what,' purred Connor, 'ye fuckin' sexy whore.'
'Ooh, Connor…' I moaned, 'ooh…'
'Fuck me,' growled Connor, 'come on. Fuck me!'
'Get on your back and I will,' I said, 'come on.'
Connor smirked. He sat up, gently rolling onto his back, pulling me on top of him.
'Fuck me,' he whispered to me, 'fuck me.'
I grinned deviously. Slowly, I pumped my hips forwards. I put my hands on either side of Connor's shoulders, my hair falling in curtains around my face. Connor purred.
'Say my name,' I commanded, 'say my fucking name.'
'Rebecca…' moaned Connor, 'Rebecca…'
'Not good enough,' I said, 'say it like you mean it.'
Connor tried to resist the pleasure that overwhelmed him, but I had an Ace up my sleeve. I tensed my pussy muscles, squeezing Connor's cock. Connor hissed, clenching his teeth.
'Come on, Con-Con,' I coaxed, 'you know my name. What's my name?'
'I won't tell,' said Connor, grabbing my hips, 'ye can't make me.'
'Wanna bet?' I teased, squeezing harder, 'looks like my pussy wants to give your cock a nice, tight, wet hug.'
Connor growled. I was mind-fucking him again. I knew it was only a matter of time. I could feel my body tensing up as my clit rubbed against his skin as I thrusted, my orgasm slowly creeping up.
'Come on,' I coaxed, 'say my name, Connor.'
Connor bit his lip. I squeezed harder, thrusting faster. That did it.
'REBECCA!' he cried, 'REBECCA!'
I laughed. Then, I gasped.
'Oh, shit…' I moaned, 'oh, God…fuck…'
Connor grabbed my hips. He rocked me, back and forth, my clit rubbing against his skin faster. I gasped as my climax crept up slowly, taking over my whole body. Then, finally, with a mighty cry, I came. I sat up, panting hard.
'CONNOR?!'
Connor and I gasped. We had woken up Annabelle again.
'Sorry, Ma!' he said, 'we were watchin' a horror movie!'
'Put a fuckin' muzzle on yer damn girlfriend!' hollered Annabelle, 'I love 'er ta death an' all, but sheesh!'
'Sorry!' I said.
Annabelle slammed her door shut. I sighed, panting hard.
'Alright,' I said, 'orgasm wore me out. You, on top.'
Connor sighed. He pushed me down on my back, looking at me with intense hunger. I grinned.
'Fuck me,' I purred, 'make me your whore.'
Connor smirked. He grabbed the lube from his peacoat. He opened it, squeezing some on his finger and putting some on my ass before closing the lid and tossing it aside. He shoved his cock in my ass. Hard. I screamed.
'OH, CONNOR!' I cried, 'YES!'
Connor clapped his hand over my mouth.
'Shh!' he hissed.
'Sorry,' I mumbled.
Connor sighed. He propped my feet up on his shoulders, thrusting hard, fast. I bit my lip, holding back the cries of pleasure that I so desperately wanted to let out.
'Oh, God…' I hissed, 'fuck…'
Connor reached under me. He spread my ass as wide as it would go, thrusting with all his might. I cried out.
'Jesus Christ, Connor!' I moaned, 'God damn it!'
'Don't scream, love,' said Connor, 'fight.'
'If I do scream, I am blaming you,' I said, 'your fault.'
Connor didn't say a word. His body slowly began to tense up, the couch shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. I growled.
'Oh, Connor!' I moaned, 'yes!'
Connor tensed up more. I could tell he was getting closer and closer to the edge. I placed my hands on his, twining our fingers together. I arched my back.
'Ohh, yes…' I purred, 'that's the spot…ooh, baby…'
Connor grunted. And moaned. And gasped. Then, finally, with one final thrust and a mighty roar, he came. Hard. I laughed.
'Good boy,' I soothed, 'yes.'
Connor pulled out, collapsing on top of me. I kissed his neck, then I groaned.
'Eww…' I said in disgust, 'sweat…'
'Sorry,' said Connor, 'ye fuckin' wore me out.'
I sighed. I looked at Connor's Virgin Mary tattoo and laughed.
'Oh, shit…'
'What?!' said Connor, sounding very alarmed, 'what's wrong?!'
'You have a giant hickey on your Virgin Mary tattoo,' I giggled, 'holy shit.'
'I'll cover it up,' said Connor, 'don't worry.'
I laughed again. I stood up to go get my lingerie, but my knees buckled and I fell. Hard.
'OOMPH!'
Connor rushed over to me, looking very alarmed.
'Are ye okay?' he asked, helping me to my feet.
'Yeah,' I said, 'my knees are a bit wobbly.'
'If ye need help, tell me,' said Connor, letting me go.
'Can you get me my gown?' I asked, slowly collapsing to my knees, 'please?'
I held my stomach. Connor had fucked me so hard, my stomach was hurting. Well, not hurting…KILLING.
Connor helped me to my feet. He put my gown and panties on before scooping me up in his arms. He sat down on the couch gently, placing me in his lap. I held my stomach, tears stinging my eyes.
'Oww…' I groaned, 'my stomach…'
'Baby, what's wrong?' asked Connor, 'did I hurt ye?'
'I think you fucked me too hard…' I groaned, doubling over in tears, 'fuck…'
'Shh…' whispered Connor, wiping my tears, 'I'll watch me strength. I'm sorry.'
I sat up, still clutching my stomach. I looked at Connor.
'Mother of fuck…' I hissed through my teeth, 'I guess you're the first-born…'
'Connor!' called Annabelle, 'is she okay?'
'I'm fine, Annabelle!' I called.
Annabelle sighed. She walked down the stairs in her housecoat, looking very serious.
'Rebecca Jane Ouellet,' she said sternly, 'ye can't fool me. Somethin' is botherin' ye, lass. What is it?'
I slowly turned my head. I looked at Connor.
'Help me,' I mouthed.
Connor sighed.
'It's 'er time o' tha month, Ma,' he said, 'she gets really bad cramps.'
'Oh, dear…' said Annabelle, 'I remember when tha' used ta happen ta me. Poor lass.'
'Ow!' I cried, 'ow!'
'Let's get 'er in bed,' said Annabelle, 'maybe some sleep will do 'er some good.'
Connor gently stood up. He carried me upstairs to the guest room where we were sleeping. He pulled back the covers, gently laying me against the pillows. I cried out.
'OW!'
'Sorry!' said Connor, 'I am so sorry!'
'Not your fault,' I panted as Connor lay down next to me, 'I'm just…ow.'
Connor gently rubbed my stomach. I closed my eyes, purring gently.
'Mmm…' I whispered, 'that feels good…'
'Ma used ta do this ta me an' Murph when our stomachs hurt,' said Connor, 'works like a charm, doesn't it?'
I nodded slowly, not opening my eyes. Connor stroked my hair with his free hand, looking at me. My hair glowed in the light of the moon that was cast through the window above our bed. I slowly began to drift off as Connor continued to rub my stomach. Finally, with a deep sigh, I was asleep. Connor smiled. He gently kissed my forehead, burying his nose in my hair.
'I love ye, Rebecca,' he whispered, 'sweet dreams.'
The Luxor Hotel: That Night
'Wow. I haven't played this game in a while.'
'Where tha fuck did ye find this?'
'Toy store.'
'Amazing.'
Emily laughed. We had ventured into a toy store and found the card game Dutch Blitz. It's super fast, super fun, but most importantly, super violent.
'Shit is seriously gonna hit the fan,' I said as I shuffled, 'hands are gonna collide.'
'My hands probably won't survive,' chuckled Murphy, 'both o' ye have sharp nails.'
'Mike, you better record this shit,' said Emily.
'Huh?' said Michael as he walked into the living room, 'record what?'
'Dutch Blitz,' said Connor as he counted out his Blitz Pile, 'yer about ta see me yell at everyone.'
Michael tilted his head, still confused. He sighed, grabbing his camera. Jane was on the other side of the table with her camera, ready for action.
'Alright…' I said after everyone had turned up their three cards, 'is everyone ready?'
'Jane, you ready?' asked Michael.
'Ready and waiting,' said Jane.
'Okay…' said Michael, 'three…two…one…BLITZ!'
All of us began sorting through our Wood Pile. Unfortunately, no one turned up a one.
'Holy fuck,' said Emily, 'we're already off to a bad start.'
'Everyone has fucking two's but no one's,' I said, 'the fuck is this shit?'
Dolly slowly hovered over my shoulder, his hands close to my chest. Michael looked up.
'Back the fuck away from her, Dolly!' he said angrily.
Dolly jumped. He ran into the corner, farther away from me. Then, Connor yelled.
'I GOT A ONE!' he cried.
Murphy and I both went to put our two's on the pile. We ended up hitting each other's knuckles together. Hard.
'FUCK!' he cried.
'GOD DAMMIT, MURPHY!' I yelled.
'MURPHY, MOVE YER DAMN TWO!' roared Connor, 'SHE GOT IT FIRST!'
'Things are about to get nasty,' said Michael, 'and fast.'
'You're a little late on that one,' said Duffy, 'things are about to escalate from nasty to ugly.'
'Indeed,' said Michael, 'in-fucking-deed.'
Emily went to reach over to play one of her cards, but Connor's hand got in her way. Her nail cut him, but it wasn't deep enough to bleed. Connor screamed.
'BITCH!' he yelled.
'JERK!' roared Emily.
'YE FUCKIN' SCRATCHED ME!' roared Connor.
'Oh, boo-hoo!' said Emily, 'why don't you get your Mama to kiss it better?'
'Bitch,' growled Connor.
'I told you,' said Duffy, 'things just got ugly.'
'This is fucking intense!' said Michael, 'holy shit!'
'You guys are so going down,' I laughed as I played a ten, 'I always win.'
'Not this time, Missy,' said Connor, 'us Saints always win.'
'Says you, Rope Boy,' I teased.
'Ooh!' said Paul, 'she went there!'
Connor growled. I grinned innocently.
'SHE'S ABOUT TA BLITZ!' cried Murphy, 'STOP HER!'
Connor growled. He ran his hand in front of me, preventing me from Blitzing. I growled.
'Damn!' said Michael, 'he stopped her!'
'You fucking asshole,' I hissed.
'Ha!' laughed Connor, 'I stopped ye!'
'I'm not sucking your dick tonight,' I said, playing more cards, 'jerk.'
'Yer loss,' shrugged Connor.
'Oh, yeah?' I said, 'Blitz.'
Everyone groaned, throwing their remaining cards. Thankfully, no one had anything in their Blitz Pile so they wouldn't be losing any points.
'Fuck!' growled Connor.
'I'll sort,' said Emily, 'who was what?'
'I'm the pump,' I said.
'I'm tha plow,' said Connor.
'I'm tha barrel,' said Murphy.
'Then, I'm the carriage,' said Emily.
'Why didn't anyone stop her?!' said Connor.
'She's too quick,' said Emily, 'she's a champion.'
'What the fuck?!' growled Connor.
'I'm sorry, baby,' I said, kissing Connor's cheek.
Connor crossed his arms, pouting angrily. Murphy laughed.
'Aww…' he teased, 'is Con-Con gonna throw a tantrum?'
Connor flipped Murphy off. Emily handed us our cards.
'Count,' she said, 'we all did very well.'
Duffy took out his notebook and pen. He scribbled down our names.
'Okay…' he said, 'scores.'
'Twenty-four,' said Emily.
'Twenty-one,' said Murphy.
'Twenty-three,' said Connor.
'Rebecca?' said Duffy.
I smirked.
'Twenty-five,' I said.
'Whoa!' said Jane, 'close game!'
'What's the highest score you need?' asked Michael.
'Seventy-five or higher,' said Connor as he shuffled his cards.
'Wow,' said Michael, 'this is a close game.'
'Pretty soon these bitches will be eating my dust,' I said as I counted out my Blitz Pile, 'just you wait and see.'
'Are y'all ready?' asked Michael.
'Shit's about ta get real,' said Murphy.
'I'll kick ass this time,' said Connor, 'no more Mr. Nice Saint.'
'Good luck, Rope Bitch,' I teased, 'you're about to bite the dust.'
'Round two,' said Michael, 'BLITZ!'
In this round, everyone kept turning up one's. Murphy blinked.
'Holy fuck,' he said, 'enough one's?'
'Last round there were no one's now there's a fuckin' million,' said Connor, 'holy smokes.'
'Connor, move your fucking hand!' growled Emily.
'Move yers first!' said Connor.
'Jesus Christ, you people…' I said.
'What?' teased Murphy, 'is tha champion surprised?'
'Shut it, Murphy,' I growled.
'I'll take that as a yes, Murph,' laughed Connor.
'Fuck you, Connor,' I growled.
'Tha' can be arranged,' said Connor, wiggling his eyebrows.
I sighed.
'Typical Connor response,' I said, shaking my head, 'my God.'
'You mad, babe?' teased Connor, 'I think I touched a nerve.'
'I am going to punch you,' I said, 'keep talking.'
Connor laughed.
'Does tha champ hate losin'?' he teased, 'huh?'
'I'm fucking warning you, Connor,' I said, 'I will punch you.'
'Aww…' said Connor, 'has tha champ lost focus?
'You're really beginning to get on my nerves,' I said, 'seriously.'
'Is tha champ flustered?' laughed Connor, 'someone's getting catty!'
'I suggest you shut up before she hurts you,' said Emily, 'I am not fucking around when I say that, either.'
'Well, I better run,' said Connor, 'Blitz!'
Everyone groaned. I crossed my arms, glaring at the table. Paul laughed.
'Uh-oh,' he said, 'someone's angry.'
I huffed angrily. Connor walked up behind me, hugging me tight.
'Don't pout,' he said, 'I'm pretty sure ye played more cards than I did.'
'You still suck,' I grouched.
'I love you,' said Connor.
I sighed.
'I love you, too,' I said, 'even though you're a pain in my ass.'
Connor chuckled. He kissed me on the cheek and sat back down. Emily handed us all of our cards.
'Looks like another close game,' said Greenly.
'Man, you guys are hardcore at this!' said Romeo, 'can you teach me how to play?'
'I'm sure Angelica can teach you,' said Isabelle, 'she played for money before.'
'And I always won,' said Angelica, 'it's all in the reflexes, baby.'
'Wow,' breathed Romeo, 'that is impressive, Mamacita.'
Angelica giggled. Duffy had the paper ready.
'Okay, you guys,' he said, 'score me.'
'Twenty-six,' said Emily.
'Twenty-five,' said Murphy.
'Twenty-seven,' I said.
Connor laughed.
'I beat ye,' he said, 'twenty-eight.'
Everyone whistled impressively. I stared at Connor, my jaw dropped. Duffy tallied the scores.
'Okay…' he said, 'Emily's at fifty, Murphy is at forty-six, Rebecca is at fifty-two, and Connor is at fifty-one.'
'Wow,' I said, 'he's only behind me by one point.'
'I'm gonna take ye down, champ,' teased Connor, 'if I win, yer suckin' my dick.'
'And if I win?' I said.
'If ye win, I'll do whatever ye want,' said Connor.
I smirked.
'Deal,' I said.
Connor grinned. I was determined to take him down.
'This is gonna be interesting,' said Greenly, 'this is a really close game.'
'One more hand and we'll be done, probably,' said Emily, 'someone's gonna win, and hell will break loose.'
'Okay…' said Michael, 'round three. Three…two…one…GO!'
Now it was crunch-time. I couldn't let Connor win. No way, no how. I managed to use my reflexes to my advantage, causing him to miss out on opportunities to play cards.
'And Rebecca's claws are out!' said Romeo, 'damn, Mamacita!'
'I can't let him win,' I said, 'it's not allowed in this casa.'
'Someone's a tad bit competitive,' teased Greenly.
'Someone's a tad bit annoying,' I said.
'Ooh!' said Dolly, 'burn!'
'Shut the fuck up, Dolly!' growled Michael.
Dolly closed his mouth. I was still snaking Connor left and right, and he didn't like that one bit.
'Rebecca!' he growled, 'knock it off!'
'No,' I said, 'I can't let you defeat my streak. I'm like the Undertaker of this game.'
'Damn, girl!' said Rocco, 'you are on fire!'
'You ain't seen nothing yet, Rocco,' I said, 'I'm just getting started.'
'Well, ye better knock it off before I spank yer sorry ass,' said Connor.
'Oh, Connor…' I said, 'you should know by now that I love being spanked, so you threatening to spank me isn't gonna make me stop.'
Connor growled angrily. I loved picking on him. It makes me laugh.
'Ooh, this Is starting to get intense,' said Jane, 'though I suggest separating those piles so you guys don't get confused.'
'Good idea,' said Murphy, 'my fuckin' head's startin' ta hurt.'
We paused and separated the piles on the tables. Then it was back to suckering my fiance out of plays.
'DAMN IT, REBECCA!' roared Connor.
'Whoa!' I teased, 'baby's getting angry!'
'Kitty's got her claws out!' laughed Duffy, 'rawr, Rebecca! Rawr!'
I laughed.
'Yes, Duffy,' I said, 'I even played a kitty in a play in high school in Detroit.'
'Nala!' said Isabelle.
'Yes,' I said, 'I was Nala when we put on a production of The Lion King.'
'And Josh was Simba,' giggled Emily, 'I remember that a little too well.'
'That was so awkward,' I said, 'you have no…'
'BLITZ!'
Everyone froze. Connor jumped up from his seat, dancing around the table. I sat there, completely dumbfounded.
'I FUCKIN' BLITZED!' he cried, 'I OUT-SMARTED THA UNDERTAKER O' DUTCH BLITZ!'
'No way…' I whispered, 'how the fuck did he…?'
'I think Duffy's kitty comment distracted you,' chuckled Paul, 'and that caused you to lose focus.'
I glared at Duffy.
'If he won…' I growled, 'I'll kill you in your sleep…'
'Well, let's see,' said Emily, 'but no killing Duffy. We like Duffy.'
I sighed.
'Fine,' I said, 'I won't kill Duffy.'
Emily handed us our cards. Duffy got his pen ready to scribble down our scores.
'Okay,' he said, 'you guys ready?'
'Ready,' said everyone.
'Okay…' said Duffy, 'Emily, what did you get?'
'Twenty,' she said.
'Murph?' said Duffy.
'Twenty-three,' said Murphy.
'Rebecca?' said Duffy.
'Twenty-three,' I said.
'Connor?' said Duffy, 'what about you?'
Connor beamed. I gulped.
'Twenty-fuckin'-six,' he said, 'BOOM!'
My eyes went wide. Oh. Dear. God.
'Okay,' said Duffy, 'Emily finishes with seventy, Murphy finishes with sixty-nine, Rebecca finishes with seventy-five, and Connor wins with seventy-seven.'
I could not believe my ears. Connor beat me. Connor actually beat me. Connor leapt out of his chair, dancing around the table.
'I WON!' he cried, 'I FUCKIN' WON!'
'I cannot believe it,' said Jane, 'he managed to defeat Rebecca.'
'This is the first game in a long time that she's lost,' said Angelica, 'she's a snake when it comes to this game.'
Connor laughed. He sat back down in his chair, grinning from ear to ear. Looks like he won the bet, and I had to keep my end of it.
'I think we should all head to bed,' said Paul, 'we gotta get up early tomorrow.'
Later That Night
'Are you ready yet?'
'Almost. Just gotta make a few adjustments.'
'Hurry up! I wanna see ye!'
I sighed. Slowly, I opened the bathroom door, peeking my head out. My hair was teased, and that's what took me so long. I grinned.
'Are you ready?' I asked.
'Just get yer ass out here,' said Connor, 'yer killin' me here.'
I laughed. I opened the door. Connor gasped.
'Whoa…'
I stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Duffy's comment inspired me to break out my old Nala costume that I had packed, but before we left, I added a zipper to the vaginal are of it for easy access. Now it was time for the ultimate tease. Slowly, I lowered myself onto the ground. Purring gently, I crawled towards the bed seductively, licking my lips. Connor laughed.
'Here, kitty, kitty,' he coaxed seductively, 'here, kitty, kitty.'
I crawled onto the bed, my eyes locked on Connor's. I decided to wear the yellow cat contacts that I had bought for this costume for extra effect, and I knew that Connor was extra horny. I crawled on top of him, rubbing my cheek against his scruff, purring gently. Connor laughed.
'Does kitty want a treat?' he teased.
'Ooh, you should know the answer to that question,' I purred, still rubbing my cheek against his scruff.
'Yes, I do,' smiled Connor, kissing my nose, 'does kitty do tricks?'
'That depends,' I said, 'I do know tricks, but it depends on what you want me to do.'
Connor laughed. Then he moaned.
'God, ye make a sexy cat,' he purred, 'fuck.'
'I'm your little Sex Kitten,' I said seductively, 'make me purr.'
'Oh, I will,' purred Connor, 'I definitely will.'
I laughed as Connor gently pushed me back against the pillows. He crawled towards me, his eyes full of lust as he looked at me.
'Ooh, Connor…' I purred, 'Connor…'
'My lovely Lady Nala,' purred Connor, 'yer a sexy little kitten.'
I purred gently as Connor slowly crawled up to me. He rubbed his cheek against mine, purring like a contented cat. I meowed gently as his scruff tickled my skin. Connor roared playfully, nipping my neck. I giggled.
'Someone's a little frisky tonight,' I teased.
Connor chuckled.
'Maybe…' he said.
I laughed. Connor grinned, licking my cheek. I cried out.
'Eww!' I said, 'Connor!'
'That's a cat's way of givin' kisses, my love,' teased Connor, 'you o' all people should know tha' fact.'
I made a face. Connor laughed.
'What are ye givin' me tha' look fer?' he teased.
'Because you're cute,' I said, 'that's what.'
Connor smiled.
'Yer cute, too, Lady Nala,' he said, 'beyond cute.'
I giggled. I nuzzled Connor's nose, meowing and purring gently. Connor put his lips to my ear, purring gently. I moaned.
'Ooh, Connor…' I whispered, 'mmm…'
'Ye like that, baby?' purred Connor, 'hmm?'
'Yes…' I moaned, 'yes…'
Connor meowed gently in my ear now. His meows had hints of moans in them, and that really got my engine running.
'You sexy beast,' I moaned, 'God damn.'
Connor chuckled. He looked down, noticing the zipper. He shook his head.
'Tsk, tsk, tsk…' he said, 'someone's a naughty little kitten.'
'I'm a bad kitty,' I purred, 'a very bad kitty.'
'How bad are ye, my little Sex Kitten?' said Connor, 'tell me.'
'I'm a very bad kitty,' I said, 'a very, very bad kitty.'
'Not good enough,' said Connor, hovering over me, 'I know ye can do better, Lady Nala.'
'I'm a horny little Sex Kitten,' I purred, stroking Connor through his boxers, 'is that good enough for you?'
Connor laughed.
'Not even close,' he said.
I growled.
'Aww…' teased Connor, 'is Lady Nala getting flustered?'
'And you call me a tease,' I said, 'you are such an asshole.'
Connor laughed. He took his hand and playfully swatted me in the face. I laughed.
'Hey!' I said, 'stop!'
'What?' said Connor, 'this?'
Connor swatted me again. I giggled madly.
'Stop!' I said, 'that tickles!'
Connor grinned. He coiled, ready to spring. He licked his lips, a playful look in his ice blue eyes.
'Ye ready?' he teased.
'Don't you dare,' I said, 'I mean it.'
Too late. Connor leapt, pinning me to the bed.
'TICKLE FIGHT!'
I squirmed under Connor as he tickled my ribs. I told him at the beginning of our relationship that I am extremely ticklish, and I've been regretting it ever since.
'CONNOR!' I shrieked between howls of laughter, 'STOP!'
Connor didn't listen. He tickled me harder, un-zipping the crotch zipper without me even realizing it. I shrieked with laughter.
'STOP IT!' I squealed, 'STOP IT!'
'Looks like I got myself a ticklish little kitty!' laughed Connor, 'tickle! Tickle! Tickle!'
I bit my lip, fighting back my laughter, but it was no good. I let out a strangled cry of laughter, squirming madly. Connor laughed.
'It's no use, Lady Nala!' he teased, 'I got ye!'
He was right. He had me pinned, and I couldn't get away. All I could do was lie there, squirming and laughing. I wanted him to stop. I hate being tickled.
'STOP IT!' I cried, 'STOP!'
Connor smirked.
'If ye insist.'
I looked up at Connor, my eyes full of curiosity. Slowly, he slid a finger inside my pussy. He fingered me gently, a smug smirk playing across his face. I purred gently.
'Ooh, Con-Con…' I moaned, 'ooh…'
'How does that feel, Baby Kitten?' purred Connor, 'ye like that?'
I nodded. Connor began to move faster, stroking my G-Spot. I gasped, arching my back. He chuckled.
'Someone's a little aroused tonight,' he teased, 'wow.'
'Well, this does feel good…' I said between moans, 'but I think your tongue would feel a lot better.'
Connor smirked.
'As ye wish.'
I watched Connor carefully. He took his finger out of my pussy. He grabbed me, pulling me on top of him so I could straddle his face. Without hesitation, he pulled me close to him, devouring my clit. I gasped.
'Ooh…' I moaned, 'ooh, yes…'
Connor reached his arms around, squeezing my ass. He intensified his tongue strokes, licking me faster. I purred loudly.
'Ooh, baby…' I whispered, 'fuck…'
Connor growled hungrily. He pulled his face in closer, sucking and licking intensely. I let out a ferocious growl of pleasure, my heart bursting with fire and lust. I ran my fingers through his dirty blond hair, moaning and growling.
'That's it, baby,' I whispered, grinding against his tongue, 'that's the spot.'
I could feel Connor smirking as he licked me, faster and harder, varying his tongue strokes. I gasped as a sudden wave of pleasure struck me like a bolt of lightning, sending shivers down my spine.
'Oh, God…' I moaned, 'oh, fuck, Connor…'
Connor wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. He dug his nails into my ass, pulling me in as close as I would go. I threw my head back, whispering and moaning gently.
'That's it, baby…' I moaned, 'right there…ooh, Con-Con…'
Slowly and gently, Connor moved his hands from my ass to my hips. He ran his nails along my ribs, working his tongue around in a rosy bud on my clit. I clenched my teeth, fighting back a scream as I knotted my fingers in Connor's dirty blond hair.
'Jesus. Christ. Connor…' I panted, grinding against his tongue, 'oh. Fuck. Baby…!'
Connor purred hungrily. He moved his head from side to side, motor boating my pussy. I could feel every nerve in my body tense up as I got closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.
'Oh, fuck…!' I gasped between moans, 'oh, God, Connor…!'
Connor ran his nails down my back now, clawing his way down and up, up and down. I hissed, grabbing the headboard.
'Faster!' I commanded, 'come on, baby!'
Connor growled. He grabbed my ass, guiding me along his tongue. I bit my lip fiercely, muffling my screams. I could feel Connor shaking with silent laughter as I gripped the headboard, moaning my throat out.
'Oh, Connor…' I whined, 'Jesus fuck…ooh, baby…mmm….'
Connor reached up and grabbed my wrists. He pinned them behind me, moving me along his tongue. I tensed up, gasping and purring as he worked his tongue in a circular motion.
'Make me your whore, baby,' I purred, 'ooh, you know how to hit all the right spots, don't you?'
Connor didn't answer. He reached one of his hands up, grabbing my hair. He yanked as hard as he could, jerking my head back. Every nerve in my body filled with fire and lust as my climax built, my entire essence on the brink of orgasm.
'Don't stop…' I growled, 'don't stop…'
Connor dug his nails deep into my back. He clawed his way down, digging his nails into my ass. I tried to fight back the pleasure that overwhelmed my body, but the pleasure was so intense I couldn't. I caved, screaming loudly as I came in Connor's open mouth. I panted as it died down, my legs shaking violently.
'Holy…shit…' I wheezed, 'Connor…'
Connor took his hands off my back. He hoisted me up, shoving me down. He looked at me, grinning like a child as he licked my cum off his chin.
'Mmm…' he purred, 'you taste good…'
I swallowed. My throat was raw from the muffled screaming. I cringed.
'My throat hurts…' I whined.
'Aww…' said Connor, crawling on top of me, 'get used ta it, love. When I'm done wit' ye, ye won't have any voice at all.'
'Oh, I'm used to it,' I said, 'you just give the best pussy licks.'
Connor laughed. He pressed his lips against the side of my neck, against the conjunction between my neck and shoulder, nipping it playfully. I gasped.
'Connor!' I laughed, 'don't do that!'
'Ooh!' said Connor, 'I found a weak spot!'
I struggled as Connor nipped at the spot again. I love being bit, but there are certain spots that drive me absolutely wild.
'Con-Con!' I giggled, 'stop it!'
Connor didn't listen. He pinned my wrists against the bed, nipping harder now. I squirmed, kicking my legs. Connor purred.
'I got myself a fighter!' he said, 'rawr!'
I stuck my tongue out at Connor. I wanted him to stop, but he gets a kick out of hitting my weak spots. Slowly and carefully, he kissed a line up from my neck to my ear, nipping my earlobe. I bit my lip again, a soft purr erupting at the back of my throat.
'Oh, God…' I whimpered, 'that feels good…'
'That's it, Baby Kitten,' cooed Connor, 'purr. Purr fer yer prince.'
'No…' I whispered, 'never…'
Connor growled. He held my wrists harder, his face just inches from mine now.
'Stop that,' he hissed, 'I wanna hear ye sing fer me, Princess.'
'Uh-uh,' I protested, 'no.'
Connor glared at me. His blue eyes turned cold as they locked onto mine.
'Bad kitty,' he growled, 'bad, bad kitty.'
'What are you gonna do about it?' I teased, 'hmm?'
Connor chuckled.
'Ye really wanna know?' he mused.
I nodded my head slowly. A smug smirk spread across Connor's lips. Slowly but surely, he penetrated me, his long, hard cock sliding in with ease. He gently pressed his lips under my jaw as he slowly pumped his hips forwards, my wrists still pinned.
'Ooh, fuck…' I whispered, arching my back slightly, 'Connor…'
Connor slowly moved his lips from my jaw down to my neck. He gently nipped at my skin, purring softly. I longed to run my fingers through his hair, but I couldn't.
'Make this pussy-cat scream,' I moaned, 'I wanna let all of Vegas know your name.'
'Oh, I'm not gonna make ye scream,' mused Connor, 'I'm gonna make this pussy-cat purr.'
'Please make me scream,' I begged, 'make me your skank.'
Connor took one of his hands off my wrists. He gently placed a finger over my lips.
'Shh…' he whispered, 'not tonight.'
I nodded.
'Okay,' I whispered.
Connor smiled. He pinned my wrist again, locking his eyes on mine as he slid his cock in deeper.
'Purr my name, baby,' he crooned, 'I wanna hear ye croon it in tha' pretty little voice o' yers.'
'Never,' I whispered, 'I'll never croon your name.'
Connor growled. He tightened his grip on my wrists, a low snarl escaping from his pursed lips.
'God, yer stubborn,' he hissed.
I laughed.
'You can't make this feline cave,' I teased, 'you should know that by now.'
'Ye wanna bet?' growled Connor.
I nodded.
'Yup,' I whispered.
Connor chuckled.
'We'll see about that, Princess,' he teased.
I whimpered slightly as Connor kissed the conjunction where my neck and shoulder met again. He opened his mouth, biting it fiercely. He thrusted harder now, not relinquishing his grip on my wrists. I bit my lip, wrapping my legs tightly around Connor's hips.
'Mmm…' I whimpered, 'I'll never cave…never…'
Connor slowly brushed his lips down to my shoulder. He breathed in my ear, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end.
'God damn it…' I hissed.
Connor laughed.
'Sounds like yer about ta cave,' he teased, kissing my cheek, 'come on, Baby Kitten.'
I bit my lip harder. Mercy isn't part of my vocabulary, and I wasn't about to break that rule.
'Con…' I choked, then I stopped myself, 'no. Never.'
'Ooh!' teased Connor, 'so close!'
'You can't make me say it,' I teased, nipping Connor's ear, 'you just can't.'
'I almost had ye,' said Connor, thrusting harder, 'now I just gotta fuck it out o' ye.'
I arched my back slightly as Connor propped my feet up on his shoulders. He slid his cock in deeper now. I arched my back, biting my lip until it bled.
'Oh, fuck…' I whimpered, 'yes…'
'God, ye have a pretty voice,' purred Connor, 'I wanna hear ye sing my name, baby. Come on.'
'Oh, God, yes, Con…' I gasped, biting my lip harder, 'mmm…'
'That's a good kitty,' crooned Connor, stroking my hair, 'ooh.'
I meowed gently as Connor slid his cock in as deep as it would go. A low purr escaped from my pursed lips as I ran my fingers along his chest, marvelling at his perfectly chiselled muscles. Connor leaned forwards slightly, his eyes boring into mine.
'Who's a pretty kitty?' he cooed, 'who's a pretty kitty?'
'You are,' I purred, 'you are.'
Connor laughed.
'Wrong answer,' he teased.
I moaned softly as Connor's cock gently brushed against my G-spot. I grabbed his forearms, gripping them tightly.
'I am,' I whispered, 'I am.'
Connor purred.
'Good girl,' he cooed, 'yer a pretty little kitty cat. Yes, ye are. Yes, ye fuckin' are.'
I knew what Connor was trying to do. He's never truly made me submit to him, but for some reason, he might tonight. I looked up at him, a teasing smirk spreading across my face.
'Mmm-mmm,' I teased, 'you can't make me cave.'
Connor grinned deviously. He thrusted harder, his cock slamming against my G-spot. I gasped.
'Oh, fuck, Conn…' I growled, 'ooh…'
'So close,' whispered Connor, 'almost there, Baby Kitten.'
I closed my eyes tightly as Connor thrusted harder. I tried my hardest to fight against the moan that crept up my throat, but Connor decided to thrust extra hard, nailing my G-spot. I couldn't take it anymore.'
'Connor…' I whimpered, 'oh, Connor…'
Connor beamed proudly. He let go of my wrists and hovered over me, his face inches from mine.
'Atta girl,' he said, mashing our lips together in a heated dance.
I wrapped my arms tightly around Connor's neck as we kissed. I tightened my grip on his hips, thrusting upwards to match his movements. I wanted him to go harder.
'More,' I panted, 'more.'
Connor obeyed. He thrusted harder, drilling his cock deep inside my walls. I arched my back, moulding my body to his.
'Yes…' I moaned, 'oh, God, yes…don't stop, baby cakes…don't stop…'
Connor mashed his lips to mine again. He gently bit my lower lip, running his hands up my ribs.
'Mmm…' I moaned, 'mmm…'
'Who's a pretty kitty?' Connor cooed against my lips, 'who?'
'I am, sweet-cheeks,' I purred, 'I am.'
Connor grinned. His body slowly began to tense up, his orgasm building up slowly deep inside his body. He dug his nails into my sides, growling hungrily.
'Squeeze my cock, baby,' he commanded, 'squeeze my fuckin' cock.'
I tightened my pussy muscles, squeezing Connor's cock. He threw his head back, biting his lip.
'Ooh, baby…' he crooned, 'fuck…'
'You like that, baby?' I crooned, 'you like it when I squeeze your cock?'
Connor nodded. He began to tense up more and more, grunting as he thrusted.
'Oh, Rebecca…' he moaned, 'oh, God…Rebecca…Rebecca…'
'Now who's the bad kitty?' I teased, nipping Connor's earlobe, 'hmm?'
'Me,' purred Connor, 'I've been a bad kitty.'
'I can't hear you,' I teased, 'who's been a bad kitty?'
Connor growled.
'Me,' he hissed in my ear, 'I've been a bad Kitty Saint.'
I shook my head. I squeezed harder. Connor moaned loudly, sweat breaking out on his forehead.
'Who?' I teased, 'you need to speak up.'
Connor hissed. He raised his hand, slapping me across the face. Hard. I flinched.
'Don't fuckin' tempt me, slut,' growled Connor, 'never anger an alpha male.'
'Yes,' I moaned, 'make me your slut.'
Connor laughed softly. He panted hard as he began to tense up more. He clawed at my sides, his breathing becoming laboured as he got closer and closer to orgasm.
'Fuck…' he grunted, 'fuck…'
'What's wrong, baby?' I teased, 'you gonna explode?'
'Shut…' panted Connor, 'up…'
I giggled. Connor's body tensed up as tense as it would go. He thrusted hard, his fingers burning into my skin. Finally, with a mighty thrust, he came. Hard. He panted, hanging his head.
'Fuck…' he hissed, 'son o' a bitch…'
I grinned as Connor pulled out, lying on his back. I reached inside my pussy, taking some of his cum on my fingers. I licked it off, purring.
'Mmm…' I whispered, 'tasty…'
Connor laughed. After I was done, I crawled on top of him, gently pressing my lips to his. Connor grunted as my knee accidentally grazed his dick.
'Ow,' he whimpered, 'my dick hurts.'
'Aww…' I said, leaning down to gently kiss Connor's cock, 'better?'
'A little,' teased Connor, 'it's gonna take more than a kiss ta make him better.'
'Oh?' I said, raising a brow, 'naughty kitty.'
Connor chuckled. He opened his arms, beckoning me.
'Come 'ere, you,' he said, 'come cuddle wit' Con-Con.'
I giggled. I crawled on top of Connor, gently lying on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me, cuddling me close.
'Hello, gorgeous,' he crooned, kissing my forehead.
I blushed, hiding my face in Connor's shoulder. Connor laughed.
'Aww…' he said, stroking my hair, 'yer so cute when ye blush.'
I flushed a deeper red. Connor sighed, stroking my hair absentmindedly.
'So…' he said, 'we're headin' ta Hollywood tomorrow.'
'Yup,' I said, 'tomorrow.'
'Ye excited?' asked Connor.
I jumped up off the bed. I skipped around the room, fist-pumping.
'Yes!' I chanted, 'yes! Yes! Yes!'
Connor laughed as I continued to skip in a circle. I've been to Miami, but never Hollywood, and I was stoked.
'Crazy woman,' he chuckled.
'But you love me when I'm this happy,' I said, sitting beside him.
Connor chuckled.
'Yes, I do,' he said, rubbing my back, 'because yer cute.'
'Aww,' I said, 'why must you be so sweet?'
Connor smiled. He turned his body, lying his head in my lap.
'Because I love you,' he said.
I smiled. I leaned down, kissing Connor on the nose. Connor looked up at me, smiling brightly.
'Yer hair looks good teased,' he said as I stroked his hair, 'it looks sexy.'
I looked at Connor for a moment, then I looked back up. I placed my finger on my chin, pondering.
'Sexy, you say?' I said thoughtfully, 'hmm…'
Connor frowned.
'What?' he said, 'what are ye thinkin'?'
I smirked deviously. I stood up.
'You'll see,' I said, slipping into the bathroom.
Connor groaned, leaning back against the pillows.
'God damn it, Rebecca…' he said in an exasperated tone.
I giggled deviously, I opened the door a crack, tossing my costume onto the floor. Connor groaned again.
'Seriously, Rebecca?' he said, 'seriously?'
Slowly and carefully, I opened the bathroom door. I crawled on all fours, my silk Lady lingerie gown in my mouth. Connor purred at me.
'Hello, beautiful,' he said.
I crawled over to the side of the bed. I reached my hand up, pawing at him before slowly standing up with the gown still in my mouth. Connor stared at me, his eyes wide.
'Here, kitty, kitty…' he purred.
I wagged my finger at him, telling him no. I took the gown out of my mouth, slowly pulling it over my head, shaking my hips as it fell. Connor sighed, exasperated.
'Yer such a tease,' he said, shaking his head, 'my God, woman.'
I laughed, slowly dancing towards the bed. I crawled on top of him, mashing our lips together. Connor didn't like that too much.
'Baby, I'm sore,' he whined, 'we need ta go ta bed.'
I smiled brightly. I moved down further, lying my head on Connor's stomach. I snuggled in close to him, closing my eyes.
'I love you, Connor Adam MacManus,' I whispered, kissing his stomach, 'forever and always.'
Connor smiled.
'An' I love you, Rebecca Jane Ouellet,' he said, stroking my hair, 'forever an' ever.'
I sighed.
'Con-Con?' I said softly.
'Yes, Becca-Boo?' said Connor.
'Can you sing to me?' I asked, 'please?'
Connor smiled brightly.
'O' course I can,' he said.
I giggled. I moved my head into a comfortable position as Connor cleared his throat, singing in a soft tone.
Reach for the speed, reach for the whistle, go where the rail may run
Reach for the words, reach for the stories, follow the rainbow sun
To Shining Time Station where dreams can come true
Waiting there for you
So much to see, so far to travel, so much to learn, to know
Friends by your side, hopes to hold onto, who knows how far you'll go?
To Shining Time Station where dreams can come true
Your own imagination waiting there for you