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[26] Devilish Pleas

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COVEY'S POV:

The thing about Conrad is he communicates. He needs to know everything. What's okay, what isn't, how I feel about something. He's one of the least toxic people I know.

The day I first kissed him in his office, he yelled at me. And he had every reason to yell. But he apologized for it, and it was an action no one's ever really taken. Nobody has ever apologized to me for raising their voice.

So as Conrad has me pulled between his legs on the couch of his penthouse, it's no surprise he wants to know how I'm feeling. And I want him to know. Why wouldn't I? "Am I doing okay?" he asks, his voice a small whisper. "With this? With not pushing you too fast?"

I nod, leaning onto his right knee. "Yeah, I think so. I'm not experienced in any of this kind of stuff so it's pretty much all I know. And you're much older than me so I don't expect you to just wanna hold hands forever." I smile at him, pink creeping up on my cheeks. "Besides, you make me feel... good. Really good. And I never want to stop feeling this way."

He drops his head and grins to himself. "Me too, Cove."

"I mean, have you ever been kissed so passionately, you feel like you've been sent to heaven but then you don't know it's heaven because the person who took you there is actually the devil?" I ask, trying to get him to understand me. "Because—yeah."

He reaches out and runs a hand up and down my bare arm, that action alone being both so sensual yet caring. "The only person I kiss is an angel so I wouldn't know."

"Eh, the devil was once an angel too," I tease.

Conrad rolls his eyes and I let out a tiny laugh when he intertwines his hand in mine. "Covey?" he says, slowly averting his eyes to mine.

I nod, pulling my lip in my mouth. "Coco?"

"Are you on a contraception?" he asks out of the blue, and I widen my eyes. Well that was very sudden. "A pill or anything? Because if not I would like to make an appointment and get you set up before we actually do 'it'."

"Actually, I—" I pause, blushing a little. "I got an IUD when I moved out because it felt safer," I mumble. "I'm still a... you know. But I wanted to be safe because being so young and living on your own is scary. You never know."

He nods with such a gentle look on his face, staring at me intensely. "So when we fuck," he says, his voice going lower. "Can I take you raw?"

"I mean, when we do do it I'm probably gonna be too dazed to say no to you," I laugh, reaching forward and grabbing his hand. "And plus, I've heard condoms feel funny."

Conrad's chest shakes from his chuckles and he sighs. "They do. And they're annoying as hell," he grumbles.

Then he leans forward and kisses me a few times, his lips moving slowly along my own. And so I pull him to me. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around the smooth skin of his back, holding him and kissing him and savoring him.

His kisses get more desperate, and they heat me up like a wildfire set ablaze. And I want him, I need him—I want to feel him. I need to crawl under his skin and touch him. I just—I'm so frustrated with how close and far apart we are that I return his intensity, running my tongue against his in a frenzy.

He grabs my hips roughly and I moan against his mouth, holding his face with both my hands. He's created a monster out of me; to be addicted to him, and only him, even in my innocence. 

"Baby," he mumbles, brushing his nose against mine.

I hum, running my thumb across his jaw.

He sighs, moving his lips to the side of my neck, kissing me harshly; kissing my skin in a way he hasn't kissed me before. Sucking and biting and pulling and oh my dinos it feels so good. Leaning my head back so he has more access, I bite my lip and shut my eyes with this new blissful feeling. He reaches his hands to the bottom of my shirt and pulls away quickly to tug it over my head, and then his hands quickly unfasten my bra so I'm left exposed to him.