Connor by Melissa Hosack

that you weren’t attractive and that the waiter used that line on
every woman. He probably does, but in your case it’s true. I just wish you’d
given me the chance to add that.”
    He
had the mother of all erections and there was no way Jennifer didn’t know it
too.
    “You’ve
got to stop being so hard on yourself thinking that…”
    He
stopped, deciding to kiss her again.
    Connor
wanted to, no, he needed to fuck her. That what’s they needed , to get rid of the tension between them. Once he’d done that nothing but
compliments would flow from his lips.
    Lucky
for him or forward planning on his sister’s part, he had condoms. He pushed
Jennifer backwards until she was flat up against the wall of the elevator.
    “Are
we going to do what I think?”
    “Fuck,”
said Connor. “Oh yeah, Hope you want to.”
    “Oh yeah. You have
protection?”
    “Oh yeah.”
    Connor
hitched up her dress, his finger finding the top of her panties in no time. He
tugged them down her legs until they sat on her shoes. She very gracefully
stepped out of them.
    “You
wet enough or you want some help?” he asked.
    “I’m
wet all right, but a little help wouldn’t be bad either.”
    He
smiled, inching his hand under her dress, feeling her curls, wondering if they
were auburn like her hair, and then slipped his finger into them until it met
with some very slick folds. She wasn’t lying when she said she was wet. Her
thighs were damp, her pussy as slippery as one could get. He slid his finger
inside, hearing her groan and moan, and it made his cock beat a steady pulse. She
was tight too. He wondered the last time she’d had sex. Could she even be a
virgin? Jennifer unzipped his pants and playfully bit his lip as he pulled his
finger out of her.
    “We
should hurry things along because someone’s going to report that the elevator’s
out of action,” she said.
    He
reached into his pocket, got the package, and tore it open.
    “What’s
that smell?” asked Jennifer.
    “It’s
raspberries. My sister’s store sells fucking fruit flavored condoms. Sorry, but
it’s all I have.”
    “My
pussy’s always been partial to raspberries, strawberries too.”
    Connor
sheathed himself, the smell of the fruit getting stronger. The smell of her
juices was getting just as strong. He lifted her left leg and as if they’d
fucked like this a hundred times before, he glided his cock easily inside her.
    “Hope
you come quickly,” he said.
    “Depends
on who’s doing the fucking.”
    He
thrust into her, her body sliding up and down against the wall.
    “Fuck
me harder, big boy. Work that cock.”
    He
liked it when a lady talked dirty to him.
    He
obliged, the smell of the raspberries filling the elevator. He’d never be able
to eat one again without thinking of his moment.
    “That’s
it, big boy, take me rough and hard.”
    They
spun around, causing him to almost slip out of her. Her back hit the opposite
wall. He thrust himself into her again and took her fast and hard. Jennifer
cried out and he was sure the whole hotel had guessed why the elevator wasn’t
working. Couple fucking inside.
    The
thought of what they were doing, people knowing about it made him come. Phew,
climaxing had never felt so damn good. They rested their foreheads against one
another for a few seconds.
    Someone
banged on the elevator door.
    “We
better get going or they might call the cops.”
    “Definitely not good for your campaign.”
    “Nope,”
said Connor.

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    Jennifer’s
pussy still tingled when Connor pulled up outside her townhouse.
    “It’s
been quite the evening,” he said, walking her to the door.
    “It
sure has. I don’t think I’ll ever look at a raspberry in the same way ever
again.”
    They
both burst out laughing. “Thank your sister for being so smart and giving you
those.”
    “Yeah,
that’s Katy all right.”
    “So
I’ll probably see you at the debate.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Make
sure you don’t put your cowboy boot