MORNING SUCKLINGS

LOLA

A knock landed faintly against my door, distracting me from the array of thoughts that lined my mind this morning.

"Coming," I yelled, flapping my legs playfully before climbing off the bed to get the door.

I felt light, energetic and ready to start my day — a rare feeling,I must say, since I became Mrs. Langford.

A smile stretched against my face as I hurried over to the door.

I had ordered room service earlier. 

"Just that?" the enthusiastic voice had asked after I called at 7AM for a jug of freshly squeezed pineapple juice.

I wasn't hungry, and I hated to think that I had become so different from the former me who fancied a big breakfast as early as 6:30AM, because of Eddy Langford.

Clicking the door open, my eyes relished the chilled juice in a jug on the tray before me, but quickly, my gaze travelled all the way up to the face of the person whose hands were grabbing the tray firmly, and whose eyes dug through mine with a purpose I couldn't guess.

I couldn't even pretend not to be shocked — my breathing stopped for a second, my thoughts trying hard to unravel the mystery behind him being the one to deliver my order.

Poking my head out to catch a waiter strolling down the hallway because their delivery had been intercepted, I was disappointed to find the hallway quiet and empty.

"Come in!" I snapped, pulling him right in before shutting the door and turning the lock twice.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned, my eyes glaring hard and fearful, I was scared I was acting like a freak trying so hard to hide her lies.

Connor had placed the tray carefully on a table beside me, and was now standing tall in front of me, my body starting to feel slightly feverish and my palms getting sweaty.

"Tell me...," he said, adjusting his stance, and digging his hands into his pockets like he was ready to strip me off whatever secret I might be hiding.

I swallowed, walking past him to sit on the bed, hoping I would feel better somehow.

"You made peace with Eddy now?" he asked, his expression scrunched up in a way that looked like he was scared of what my answer would be.

I shook my head quickly, and I could swear I heard him heave a sigh of relief, a small nod following.

I kept my gaze on his, my heart beating fast for no reason.

"I just thought I should drop by," he spoke again, his gaze unsteady, an obvious sign that he wanted something else.

"I appreciate it, Dr. Connor," I mouthed, trying my best to get comfortable in my discomfort as I sat there, still, legs crossed, mind racing.

"How was your night?" he asked, my eyes widening to that question and my lips trembling against my response.

Connor shook his head slowly, proceeding to walk closer to where I was sitting.

My eyes vibrated in their sockets, yet I couldn't look away. The satin long sleeves draped across his skin stretched at his chest, and made my eyes water with desire.

"You look pale this morning. Did you get enough sleep last night?" he asked, bending slightly to meet my face, and staring into my eyes with a seriousness that left me more miserable.

"How is your diet? Is Eddy still harsh on that?" 

Instead of answers, my p*ssy fluttered to the sound of his voice with every next question.

Slipping his hand to my neck, he tilted my chin with his thumb, causing my gaze to fall on his lips — slightly parted, plump, hungry. That was what I thought.

"You should learn to take care of yourself more, Lola... Langford!" His gaze caught mine as he pronounced Eddy's family name. 

It was intentional. 

I was convinced he had done that to spark the flame burning inside of me to fire.

At that point, I couldn't stop myself. By every means, I wanted to escape the leash Eddy had me on.

Getting kissed like I meant everything and I was worth the entire universe. Getting stared in the eye with such loving tenderness that had been impossible with my own husband for two years.

I brought my face closer to his lips, but he stirred his head away.

"No. Not this time," Connor responded to my questioning stare.

Gently, he pushed me back until I was lying flat with my back against the mattress.

Slowly, his fingers tingling after the kisses his lips planted, he went up my thighs from my feet.

By the time he was on the dip of my p*ssy area, I was trembling hopelessly.

He shot me a glance, diving right back into action.

His tongue caught the lips of my p*ssy, and I folded in response.

Grabbing his hair, I circled my legs around his head, gasping hard.

He didn't stop.

His tongue teased the opening of my cl*t for a while before drawing right back to the layers of folds, scraping, suckling — It made me mad with restless desire.

I clutched the sheets beside me. Pulling it as hard as I could, I wished the world could stop right in that moment.

He pressed a kiss against my swollen p*ssy, giving it a lick with his wet, soft tongue, then looking me straight in the eyes.

I couldn't even hide it. My eyes were blinking rapidly from side to side, and my entire body was stiff.

A giggle escaped his throat. It gagged me hard.

Then, his big hands came down on mine, pulling them straight up against the bed and pinning them right there.

He trailed his lips all the way up to the bridge between my breasts.

My heart was beating very fast, and he must have noticed, because he suddenly looked up to my face again.

Embarrassed, I shut my eyes so tight that my eye lids folded together, and shamelessness crawled under my skin.

A sharp warmth spread across my body when he suddenly took my left n*pple in his mouth.

I gasped desperately for air, but he didn't stop. He never stopped until he was satisfied tugging at and playing with his wet tongue against the solidness.

By the time he was done, I was visibly shaking on the bed.