I gasped as my eyes flew open. I bolted up in the bed, shaking and sobbing. Air came too fast and too shallow, causing me to hyperventilate between sobs. It was dark - the clouds too thick for the moon to shine through. I screamed when I felt something touch me, and it was so dark I couldn't see who - or what - it was.
'Rebecca!' he hissed through the darkness, 'calm down! T'is me!'
I stopped screaming when I heard the voice. His arms encircled me, cradling me to his chest. I clung to him as tight as I could, shaking with hysterical sobs.
Connor gently stroked my hair as my breathing became even again. I clung to him tighter, not wanting to let go. He tucked my hair behind my ear, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.
'Shh…' he whispered, ' I go' ye…shh…'
'Oh, Connor…' I sobbed, 'Connor…'
'Shh…' whispered Connor, 'wha' 'appened?'
I shook my head.
'Y-You were c-cursed…' I whispered, 's-someone turned y-you into a b-baby…'
Connor chuckled.
'Ye can' be serious, Becca…' he said softly, 'I go' cursed an' someone turned me into a baby?'
I nodded.
'Mhm…' I said softly, 'the e-expert said t-the curse would b-be p-p-p-permanent…'
Connor chuckled again. He gently placed his finger under my chin, angling my head up so that I was looking in his eyes.
'Baby…' he whispered, drying my tears with his thumb, 'it was jus' a dream. 'm no' goin' anywhere fer a very long time…'
I nodded.
'I know you aren't…' I said softly, 'but it was really scary…we didn't know who or what did it…I just woke up and you were in the bathroom tearing up toilet paper…'
Connor laughed.
'Tha' sounds like me alrigh'…' he chuckled, 'Ma said I was a little terror when I was a baby…'
I giggled. I remember Annabelle telling me all kinds of stories about Connor when he was a baby.
'She told me about all the terror you caused her,' I teased, 'I can see why. Even as an adult, you're a terror.'
''ey, now…' teased Connor.
I laughed. I looked over at the clock, groaning when I saw what time it was.
'Man…' I said, 'it's only three o'clock?!'
Connor peeked over my shoulder. He chuckled.
'Well…' he said, 'I know yer no' quite ready ta go back ta sleep…so why don' we go downstairs an' play some pool ta keep yer mind off things?'
I grinned.
'Okay…' I said, 'but let's make this a little more…interesting…'
Connor frowned.
'Interestin'?' he said, 'ow?'
I giggled.
'Well…' I said, 'if I win, you have to eat me out on the table. If you win, I suck your dick.'
Connor smirked.
'Ye go' yerself a deal,' he said, 'ye better get tha' pretty little mout' o' yers ready.'
I snorted.
'In your dreams, Pony Boy,' I teased, 'your ass is grass.'
Connor laughed.
'Pony Boy…' he repeated, 'good one.'
I giggled. I got up out of bed, walking over to the closet to go pick out a shirt. I frowned as I looked around, then something caught my eye. The white tank top I wore the day that Connor and I first had sex. I smirked, grabbing it from the hanger before grabbing the same Daisy Duke jean shorts that I wore that same day. I pulled my gown over my head, tossing it in the laundry before slipping the top and shorts on, not bothering to grab a bra or a pair of panties. I fixed my hair, slipping on my favourite pair of Loubitons before walking out of the closet.
Connor hummed to himself as he slid his favourite black t-shirt over his head. I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I placed a gentle kiss on his Virgin Mary tattoo, a small grin forming on my lips. He laughed.
'If yer tryin' ta distract me, it's no' workin',' he said, 'nice try, though.'
I pouted.
'Aww...' I said, pretending to be hurt, 'you're no fun…'
Connor chuckled.
'Yer so cute when yer pretendin' ta be 'urt,' he said, patting my hands, 'now, let's get this shit over wit' so ye can suck me cock.'
I shook my head. Connor took my hand, leading me down the stairs and into the basement where we had our game room. We have everything imaginable: pinball, ping-pong, pool, you name it. In a separate wing, we had our indoor pool that we use in the fall and winter. Connor and I have never had sex down here because when we'd play, we'd have other people in the room, but it didn't matter now since everyone is asleep.
Connor opened the door to the billiard's room. He turned the light on, grinning as his eyes settled on the table.
'Feast yer eyes, m'dear.' he said, 'yer 'bout ta get yer pretty little ass kicked.'
I snorted.
'Like I said…' I said as I walked to grab a cue stick, 'in your dreams, Pony Boy…'
Connor purred.
'I remember tha' outfit…' he said, 'ye wore tha' when I lost me virginity ta ye…'
I laughed.
'You remembered…' I said softly.
Connor laughed.
''ow could I forget?' he said, 'ye prancin' around in tha driveway while cleanin' Lita. Us teasin' tha old pervert tha' used ta live next ta us…'
I giggled.
'Oh, Harold…' I said, shaking my head, 'he was a strange bird…'
Connor chuckled. He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He gently pressed his lips to mine, running his hand up the back of my leg. I laughed.
'Starting early, are we?' I teased.
'Maybe…' said Connor, 'yer always sayin' me kisses make ye light-headed…'
I giggled.
'Well, you can save those kisses for after I kick your cute little Irish booty,' I said, grabbing a cue, 'you set. I break.'
Connor laughed. I moved to the other end of the table, setting up the cue ball while Connor set. I'm the pool champion of the Ouellet Family, but Connor has given me some stiff competition in the past, so we have this thing where we touch each other when we go to take our shots, which is quite amusing.
Connor watched me as he finished setting the balls in the rack. I bent over the table, getting ready to take my shot. Connor moved as soon as he pulled the rack away, running up behind me. I pulled my cue back to take my shot, but I was rudely interrupted. Connor grasped my hips, rolling his into my ass. I laughed.
'Do you mind?' I said, 'I am trying to take a shot here…'
Connor smirked.
'Oh, don' mind me, love…' he said slyly, "m sure ye can do it…'
I shook my head. I took a deep breath, drawing my cue back again. I hit the ball, grinning as I managed to sink two solids. Connor blinked.
'Well, I'll be damned…' he breathed.
I laughed.
'Oops…' I said, 'I guess Lucky rubbed off on me…'
Connor rolled his eyes. I walked over to the other side of the table, aiming for the one ball in the corner pocket. Of course, Connor decided to stick his hands down my shorts this time and stroke my clit. I clenched my teeth, holding back my moans as I took my shot. But I missed. Connor smirked.
'Ye missed,' he teased.
'I wouldn't have missed if you didn't molest me, you dumbass,' I teased.
Connor chuckled. He scanned the table, determining his shot. I bent over, making sure that my breasts were in full view. Connor shook his head.
'Yer a little shit,' he scolded.
'Hey, now…' I said, 'you do it to me, I do it to you. It's only fair, Sweet Cheeks.'
Connor growled softly. I continued my tease as he pulled his cue back. But he was so busy focusing on my breasts he ended up sinking the cue ball. I smirked.
'Boobs: one…' I said slyly, 'Rope Baby: zero…'
Connor rolled his eyes. I watched him carefully as I went for my next shot. Of course, I was so into the game I didn't realize that he had come up behind me and un-fastened my shorts. He yanked my cue from my hand, pressing me up against the table. He slowly pulled my shorts and panties off my hips, quickly moving to un-fasten his jeans. I could feel the head of his penis digging into my skin as he jutted his hips forwards, sliding deep inside me. I gasped, gripping the table for dear life as he filled me.
'Oh, God…' I gasped, 'yes…'
Connor slowly began to pump his hips forwards. I could feel the head of his penis stroking my G-Spot, causing my knees to wobble. I wanted more. I needed more.
'Harder…' I whispered, 'harder…'
Connor growled. He circled his hips, drawing himself in deeper. He placed his hand on the back of my neck, pinning me to the table.
'You like tha', Baby Girl?' he snarled between thrusts, 'ye like tha'?'
'Yes…' I whispered, 'oh, fuck…'
Connor growled. He grasped my hips, slamming into me harder. I could hear his growls becoming louder and louder as he rolled his hips in and out, filling me, slamming me against the table. I tightened my grip on the table, grunting as my body began to orgasm. It lasted for what seemed like eternity, but I didn't care. Connor's thrusts became shorter, faster. I hissed.
'Don't stop…' I growled through clenched teeth, 'oh, God…don't stop…'
Connor snarled. He tightened his grip on my hips, slamming into me so hard it started to hurt. But I didn't care.
Connor's body began to tighten up as my body rocked with a second orgasm. He came loudly as he felt my body clench around his, forgetting about the people fast asleep a couple floors up. He panted, collapsing on top of me. I sighed.
'I think I'm ready for bed now…' I said softly, 'holy shit…'
Connor chuckled. He pulled out, putting himself back in his jeans before pulling my panties and shorts up. He scooped me up in his arms, carrying me back upstairs and towards our bedroom. He gently shifted me over, opening the door and closing it with his foot. I had fallen asleep as he carried me up from the basement, but I was breathing so quietly, he didn't notice. He chuckled.
'Poor ting…' he said softly.
I snorted softly. Connor smiled, pulling back the sheets and placing me on my side of the bed. He stripped down to his boxers, sliding in next to me before turning the lamp out. He pulled the covers over us, wrapping his arms tightly around me, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
'Sweet dreams, Rebecca…' he whispered.