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COVEY'S POV:

Conrad has my bag over his shoulder, so when we get into his apartment and he throws it to the side before roughly pulling me to his chest to kiss me, I push away and look up at him with a scolding expression. Hey, Chubbs was in that bag.

"Don't disrespect my stuff," I grumble, walking over and bending down to pick it up.

Conrad grabs my hips and grinds into me from behind as I'm bent over. "I would love to show my respect to your goodies."

I drop the bag, standing up straight. "I had quite the welcome today already, thank you very much."

He wraps his arms around me from behind. "And you deserve nothing less, babygirl."

Woah. Me likey.

"Coco?" I ask, looking back down at my bag.

He hums, a deep sort of sound coming from the pit of his throat. I could just melt into him.

"I think you hurt Chubbs," I mumble, feeling Conrad's hardening erection pressed against my back.

"Who the hell is Chubbs?"

"My dinosaur," I reply, bending down to pick my bag up again. Conrad groans behind me and I know he's probably thinking dirty things. Letting out a laugh, I pull Chubbs out and show him the purple dino plushie.

"You brought a fucking stuffed animal to my house?" he asks, furrowing his eyebrows together. Uh, yeah is there a problem with that?

I nuzzle myself into Conrad's chest with Chubbs hugged between us, and I get totally drunk off the scent of his cologne. "Don't worry, Coco Puff. You're still my big teddy bear."

He instinctively wraps his arms around me and runs his big hands under my shirt. "I'm gonna go to the gym now. You can read or watch TV and change into my clothes or whatever you want. And there are dino chicken nuggets in freezer if you feel like making them." He pulls away to kiss my forehead. "Be back in an hour."

I nod my head and get on my tippy toes to peck his lips a few times. "Thankies."

"You're welcomes, kid." He pats my booty and I reach around to do the same to him. Hmm, nice and round and firm. Mine's still better though. Noticing my facial expression, Conrad looks at me amused. Oh get over yourself already dude.

I walk over to the couch in the living room and get my laptop out of my bag as Conrad goes to his room to change. He comes back out in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants and some sneakers—holy dino chicken nuggets I think I died.

He walks over to me with a book in his hands. "By the way, this just came in the mail yesterday. It's the the sequel; Fifty Shades Darker. You said you wanted it?"

I'm staring at his abs and how they flex as he breathes in and out, so I'm not comprehending a word he's saying. Distracted, I reach out and trace my fingers along the definition of his muscles. They contract and constrict and tense under my touch. Woah.

"Covey, I'm trying to go to the gym," he hisses through his teeth, throwing the book on the couch next to me as he brushes the hair out of my face.

"I'm not stopping you." I look up, teasing him by running my index finger under the waistband of his sweatpants.

He shuts his eyes briefly and exhales with a deep sigh. Then he just backs up and gives me a dangerous look, his eyes going a shade darker. Scolding me as if I was smart-talking him. "See you in an hour."

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When Conrad comes back from the gym, he walks straight into the bathroom and I'm busy reading the sequel to Fifty Shades of Grey.

"Ah!" I cry out but the fullness is heavenly. He's hitting the bellyache square on, again and again, eradicating it with each sharp, sweet thrust. The feeling is mind-blowing, just what I need. I push back to meet him, thrust for thrust.
"Ana, no," he grunts, trying to still me. But I want him too much, and I grind against him, matching him thrust for thrust.
"Ana, shit," he hisses as he comes, and the tortured sound sets me off again, spiraling into a healing orgasm that goes on and on and wrings me out and leaves me spent and breathless.

I'm so engrossed with the words on the page that I don't hear the water turn off or Conrad walking back into the living room. But before I know it, he's standing in front of me with a white towel wrapped loosely around his waist. It's about to fall off.

"You've changed your clothes," Conrad says, causing my to look up. "You brought pink lace, how nice."

I blush a little and sit straight. "How would you know?"

"Stop being such a tease," he says, glaring down at me. I bite down on my lower lip and look down at the towel hanging onto his hips for dear life. The tent of his excitement is poking through, practically begging for relief and attention. "Why don't you use that pretty little mouth of yours for something other than smart-talking me."

Grabbing him through the towel, he groans. "Am I still testing your patience?"

"Fuck," he curses, clenching his jaw. "Nothing I'm not used to by now."

I undo the towel from his waist and pull him down so he's sitting on the couch. Then I get down on my knees in front of him before taking him in my hands. I stroke his erection a few times before it hardens completely, and he breathes in and out—heavily.

Starting at the base of his length, I flick my tongue along it from bottom to top, and once I reach his tip I suck on it. Hard. And I run my tongue and swirl it around, round and round and up and down. Pulling away, I kiss the sides of it and he sighs, pulling my hair up into a ponytail so he can see my face better.

"God, baby—fuck," he groans, making my tummy turn in excitement.

I take him deeper, his tip hitting the back of my throat, but I keep going—all the way—and even though it hurts, I do it anyways. He moans loudly, and I keep the sound of it locked away in my ears, replaying it over and over again and I practically choke on every inch of him. He pulls my head up and hisses, bobbing my head up and down on just the tip of him. 

I go at it faster, sucking harder and pumping the rest if him with my hands in a corkscrew motion. He hisses through his teeth. Conrad's gray eyes shut and his lip goes in between his teeth, then his hands are tightening around the hair on my scalp. And I can sense it—because when you have a certain level of intimacy with someone you just know—he's close.

So when he curses again and says my name, I stroke him harder and squeeze every time I go up on his length, circling his tip, and then sucking it until he comes. And he does, and he moans again which makes me smile; but I don't stop sucking him until he's practically panting and completely clean.

He tries to catch his breath, pulling me into his lap. "Good girl, Covey. You took it like a good girl."

I let my eyes lock with his, and I blink at him innocently. I love his gray eyes. 

"You like giving me head, don't you?" he asks, his hands finding my waist before he snaps the band of my panties. "Sucking me so I cum in your pretty mouth. You like that, don't you?"

I hide my face in the crook of his neck. "You like it too."

He hums and feels me up with his hands, exploring my bare skin. "You're so perfect." I feel my stomach churn with butterflies. He leans his nose down to mine and I brush mine against it. He flicks his tongue up my top lip, so I grab both sides of his face with a newfound confidence.

 This is it.

Because I'm absolutely sure now.

"I love you," I tell him, staring at him intensely. He returns my expression with his eyes, but everything about him is distant and taut and dead almost. "You can tell me it's too soon to say, that you can't be loved, but I love you. You don't have to say it back, but I want you to know that I do. I really really do, Coco."

He shakes his head and drops it to look away. "You can't love me, Covey."

"But I do," I insist, leaning down to kiss his lips a few times. "So what are you gonna do about it? You're gonna take it, and accept it, and let me love you—right?"

He sighs and nods, giving me a ginger smile and a hurtful look in his eyes. And I know there's a deeper story behind all this, but I let him consider my words for a moment. "You love me? So what you said in class yesterday was true?"

I nod. "It always is."

He smiles at me and I know he's battling some sort of inner demon right now. Then he whispers, something I wouldn't expect from him, "Please don't leave me, kid."

"Hey, I promised to be worth the risk," I reply.

"I promise," he echoes. And it got me thinking that 'I promise' was his way of saying 'I love you too.'

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

The thing about being obsessed with writing CONREY smut is that they have so much passion for each other, and there's so much unspoken love. So yes, I love and I'm addicted to writing it. There's my confession, though it's not as exciting as Covey's.

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