Chapter 11 - Lesley

I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and I couldn’t stop smiling. I had never had an orgasm like that before, not to mention so quickly. The trouble was that I hadn’t seen him all day.

Alfie was lying on the rug, his crayons spread all around him and the television on loud. His favorite cartoon was on and he had been behaving himself all day.

“I’m baking an apple pie for us tonight, Alfie,” I told him as I sliced the apples on the kitchen counter. I had my eye on him on the rug, while he scratched the piece of paper with his crayons.

Alfie looked up at me, his eyes bright with excitement. “Apple pie? I’ve only seen them on TV!” he exclaimed and I smiled. How had this kid grown up without ever tasting apple pie? Why had Connor kept him this isolated? I had a feeling it had something to do with the fact that his wife had left. I was beginning to understand him a little better. I knew that I’d misjudged him: he wasn’t the spoiled Hamptons brat I had pegged him for. He had done all this so that he could get away from that life. So that he could build a safe sanctuary for his son away from the Hamptons.

I tried to keep my hands from shaking as I sliced the apples, but every time my mind travelled to Connor . . . a shiver ran down my spine. How were we supposed to sit through dinner tonight knowing that he had his fingers in my pussy the previous night? That his cock had been in my mouth? That we had both exploded in each other's arms? I bit down on my lower lip and tried to gulp away that feeling. Would he be waiting for me under those trees again tonight? I felt goosebumps on my arms.

“Alfie, I’m going to go down to the basement and look for flour, okay? Stay right where you are. I want to see that dinosaur you’re drawing when I get back,” I said and wiped my hands on my apron.

“Okay, Lesley!” he replied, not lifting his face from the sheet of paper.

The guys had already shown me the basement where Connor had stocked up the makeshift pantry with everything that I could possibly need. There were food supplies down there that could last me another two months – even if I cooked something fancy and elaborate every night.

With a spring in my step, I took the stairs down to the basement. There was one light bulb hanging from the ceiling and I flipped it on. It didn’t exactly light up the whole place, but it was enough. I’d already familiarized my way around the place to know where I might find the flour.

I bent down in front of the shelves, sifting through the sacks of rice and sugar to look for the flour, when I heard footsteps behind me. For a moment, I thought it was Connor and my heart started beating wildly in my chest.

Then I felt a pair of hands reach over and clasp over my mouth, and I tried to scream. Only a muffled sound came out.

“Don’t fight it, sugar. You’re going to like this.” It was Alex’s voice in my ear. He had pressed himself to my ass and I could feel an erect cock digging into my back. I struggled and tried to scream again. I got a whiff of his perspiration and it nearly choked me. I wriggled in his grip again, but his hand on my mouth only tightened.

I didn’t stop screaming even though my screams were muffled.

Then his hand on my mouth loosened. He was being pulled back. When his arms around me fell away, I whipped around to find Connor pulling him. The two men growled and Connor threw him against the concrete wall.

“Keep your hands off her!” Connor growled and his clenched fist punched straight into Alex’s gut. Alex grunted, clutching his belly tightly in pain and he keeled over.

“Do you hear me?” Connor had stepped up to Alex again and now he bunched his hair up in one fist and was lifting him off the ground.

I clasped my hands to my mouth. I didn’t want to scream and alarm Alfie. I could see the boiling rage in Connor’s eyes as he brought his face dangerously close to Alex’s.

“You are fucking fired, Alex,” he hissed and then dropped him like a sack of potatoes to the ground.

Alex was still groaning, still clutching his stomach. He rolled on the ground for a few moments.

Connor looked at me and I stared back at him, the fear still in my gaze. I had been seconds away from being sexually assaulted or worse . . . “Are you all right?” he asked and all I could do was nodding my head. I couldn’t find my voice anymore.

“I’m going to make sure this animal is out of the ranch for good,” Connor said and then started dragging Alex up the stairs.

“I’m sorry, boss. I didn’t know . . . ” Alex was crying now, flailing his arms about as Connor dragged him up the stairs.

“Shut the fuck up!” he growled at Alex. Then, at the door, he looked down at me again.

“Stay here, Lesley. I’m going to make sure Alfie is occupied. You need some time to recover yourself,” he said and I nodded my head in relief. I didn’t know if I would have been able to face Alfie so quickly after what had just happened. He was right in his prediction that I needed some time.

Then Connor was gone, pushing Alex out of the basement door and cursing him.

Alone, in the dimly lit room, I could feel myself shaking from the shock. What surprised me, though, was that I wasn’t crying. I was just glad that Connor had found me in time.

***

When Connor returned, I was still standing where he had left me. He bounded down the steps to the basement, rushing towards me. Without asking questions, he pulled me into his arms and stroked my hair.

“Are you sure you’re all right, Lesley?” he whispered in my ear and I nodded my head. How was I supposed to tell him that I had never felt safer than when I was in his arms?

“Hey! Look at me!” he said, his voice soft as he pulled me away from his chest to look into my eyes. I stared back at him, my mouth open with desire. I wasn’t afraid anymore. I didn’t care about what Alex had done, or anybody else for that matter. I wanted his lips on mine.

“I’m not going to let anybody touch you ever again. Not while you’re here. Do you hear me?” His voice was harsh. I nodded my head again.

“I trust you, Connor. I’m not afraid,” I said. He pulled me to himself, pressing his lips roughly to mine. I kissed him back with force. My hands rose up to his shirt, already fumbling with the buttons. He stopped kissing me suddenly, slowly bringing my hands away from his shirt.

“Lesley, I want you to know that I appreciate your presence here. I’m glad that you’re here with Alfie,” he said and I smiled weakly at him. This wasn’t the time to talk about Alfie. I had completely different thoughts running through my head at that moment.

“And . . . ” he said. I heard his voice falter. I stared into his sparkling blue eyes, drinking in his chiseled jaws and his sharp nose.

“And what, Connor . . . ?” I asked and I watched him gulp. I had never seen him look this nervous before. I racked my brain to think about what he could possibly have to say to me that was making him nervous.

“And I think I like you . . . more than just my kid’s nanny,” he said and a giggle rose up in my throat. I bit down on my lip to stop myself from laughing. He looked like a giddy teenager admitting to having a crush on a girl who was way out of his league. Connor’s eyes darted around the room. He couldn’t seem to be able to focus on my face anymore. I could tell that this was a very difficult thing for him to admit.

I smiled at him and reached for a blond curl that was falling on his forehead. I had never imagined that a man like him could ever be so tender like this. “I like you too, Connor,” I said and his eyes widened, as though he wasn’t expecting me to say that.

He reached for me again and I fell into his arms. We were kissing. His tongue was thrusting into my mouth, and I let him in. I gasped as he sucked on my tongue gently before it slid out and then slipped over my lips. He was tasting me . . . like I was a thing to be savored.

His hands found the string of my apron and he undid the knot. We parted so that he could slip the apron off the top of my head.

“Those clothes need to come off, Lesley,” he said, and I noticed that his voice had changed again. He wasn’t the giddy nervous teenager anymore. He was the commanding alpha male who could make me weak in my knees with desire.

I stepped away from him and undid the buttons on my blouse. He watched as I slipped it over my head. Connor undid his shirt too and, when he took it off, I nearly choked at the sight of his naked torso. I remembered that first day I had arrived here, and how his naked body made me drool when I saw him. Now, I could actually have him. I could finally touch him.

Connor’s gaze drifted to my breasts.

“Take it off,” he growled, his blue eyes narrowed on my bra. I did as he asked, and, feeling a little self-conscious, I took my bra off. I covered my breasts with my arms and a smile formed on Connor’s face. He was delighted to see me feeling shy.

He strode towards me, taking two long steps. Our bodies were inches apart. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck standing up. He reached for my arms, and gently, without much effort, he pried them away from my breasts.

Connor’s eyes widened when he saw my breasts swing into view. My nipples were pebbled hard, sensitive to the touch. They were aching for him. I thrust my breasts towards him as a silent offering. He was staring at me for a few moments, just drinking me in. Then, without warning, he grabbed my left breast and lifted it up to his mouth.

I gasped when I felt his tongue slide around my nipple. Then his mouth latched on and he sucked. I tipped my head back, weaving my hands through his hair as Connor licked and sucked, teasing my nipples so that the wetness between my legs grew. His free hand reached for my other breast and he squeezed it. I was digging my nails into his scalp, my body trembling from the ecstasy of having his mouth on my breast.

With his tongue still teasing my nipple, his other hand travelled down, delicately tickling my belly and down my skirt till his hand was just hovering over my hot pussy. I looked down . . . The sight of his head bent over my breasts was delicious enough, but now his fingers had started stroking my pussy too.

He was making sure I was wet enough . . . But he didn’t need to check. My core was erupting with desire. Today, I wanted more than just his fingers. I wanted his cock.

***

Connor whipped me around. His lips were on my earlobes, tugging and flicking them with his tongue. His hot breath fell on the side of my face and I could feel him pressing himself into me. I knew it was giving him a thrill – knowing that Alex had wanted me, that the other guys wanted me, but only he could have me.

I trembled as his hands dug into my bare arms. My breasts bounced with every movement.

“You’re going to come for me again, Lesley,” he said, growling into my ear and he maneuvered my body forward. I could feel his erect cock on my ass, and my pussy grew hotter, wetter.

He had pushed me forward so that now I was facing the shelves where the food supplies were stored.

Connor stepped away from me, and then his hands were on my skirt. He pulled it down in one motion, and then my panties. I gasped when my ass was exposed to the cool air of the basement. Goosebumps erupted on my skin.

“Brace yourself, Lesley. You might have to hold on to something,” I heard him say and I reached for the shelf frame. I grabbed it with both my hands and remained stationary. My ears pricked at the sound of his belt buckle, the swoosh of his jeans sliding down. Connor was preparing himself for what he was about to do to me, and I couldn’t wait.

My body was overcome with an animalistic, wild need for his cock. I licked my lips, breathing in harshly. I couldn’t wait any longer for the moment when his cock would be inside me. I wanted to touch my pussy – just to soothe it so that it didn’t throb so wildly. I was dripping wet, my juices sliding down the insides of my thighs.

Connor stepped up to me again, and now he placed his hands on the back of my thighs. Gently, he pried them open, parting my legs wide. I felt my breath choke up in my throat, then my skin sizzled. Connor was sliding his tongue down my spine, leaving a wet trail on the way. The touch was smooth and delicate, and it sent shivers down my spine. Then, he blew on it. His hot breath cooled the wet trail on my back . . . leaving me gasping for air. I had never thought something so simple could feel so sexy.

The more air he blew on my back, the more my pussy throbbed.

“Please, Connor . . . ”I heard myself pleading.

“Tell me what you want, Lesley,” he said and I gulped. My mouth had gone dry. I’d lost my words. My mind was in a tizzy.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you!” he growled and his hand reached around to squeeze my left nipple. I moaned from the ache of it. My nipples were sucked and tight and sensitive to the touch.

“I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me hard,” I said, surprising myself with the words I had used. I had never said that to anyone before – other than to Connor in my fantasies. Now I was actually saying it! I didn’t have to turn to look at him to know that he was pleased with what I had said.

“Good girl,” he hissed as his hands landed with a slap on my ass. He was parting it before he slid his fingers into my pussy, testing it for wetness again.

I could feel him lowering himself towards me, my ass was sticking up in the air, stretching towards him in offering. When his cock grazed my pussy, I gasped loudly. Connor chuckled, and then he thrust himself inside me.

My body pummeled forward from the force, but he had grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back in position. His cock was large inside me, sliding, inch by inch, deeper inside me. I moaned as I felt his cock stroke that spot in me. That spot I knew could trigger an orgasm any moment. No man had found it so quickly before, but my body jerked in reaction and Connor knew.

He started thrusting deeply. Keeping his hands on my waist, holding me in position, he plowed into me. With every thrust, his cock went deeper and I moaned louder. His grunts mingled with my voice as he pushed me closer to the edge.

My hair shook as it lay over my shoulders, my breasts bounced, and my hands gripped the shelves tighter. A sack of rice fell first at my feet from the shaking, but Connor didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, growling louder as he pushed deeper.

A basket of oranges came closer to the edge and then toppled over on to the floor.

“Come for me, baby,” he shouted, with no regard to who could hear us. He didn’t have to tell me a second time. I came just as he did. We both exploded together. His cum shot into me while my body shook from my orgasm. I moaned and gritted my teeth. My toes curled in my sandals as I felt him seeping inside me. My belly scrunched and my pussy held his cock tightly in place. Connor didn’t stop thrusting.

He slapped my ass, and my skin stung from it. I moved my hips faster. I wanted to prolong this orgasm for as long as possible. He slapped my ass again, thrusting faster and harder till we were both nearing the end of the orgasm.

He was done first and he waited, reducing his thrusting rhythm to a slow lulling motion. Finally, when he pulled his cock out of me, I was exhausted and fell forward on the shelves. The sack of flour I’d been looking for earlier; fell with a plop on the floor. It split open and the flour rose up in a cloud around my face, like fairy dust. I giggled.

I heard him laugh too, and I turned around to find him staring at me. In his eyes was the same kind of contentment that I was feeling. We stared at each other in silence, smiles and flour covering our faces.

“I should go check on Alfie. He’s expecting an apple pie,” I said finally and Connor reluctantly nodded his head. But he didn’t let me leave the basement till he had covered my face with kisses again.