He’s always been hot, always been able to light a fire in me with just some teasing words and a particular look in his eye, but it’s so much more than physical attraction now. My feelings for him might not be as complicated as they are for Sloan, but it’s still a lot to handle.
I didn’t come into this with the objective of getting attached to any of these guys. I wanted to do the exact opposite, in fact, but here I am, so eager for Rory, so desperate to make things right and hold on to him.
I don’t want to lose him. I don’t want to hurt him, even though I know I already have.
My thoughts are a swirling mess, the guilt, the uncertainty, and the desire making it hard for me to focus on one thing or another for too long.
I’m not sure if Rory can tell or if he just wants to move on from the bathroom, but he scoops me up with his hands under my thighs, carrying me into the bedroom.
“Oh fuck,” I say, surprised to suddenly be in the air, but before I have time to hold on to him properly, he’s setting me down on the bed, standing above me with that look in his eyes.
It’s one I’ve seen plenty of times before, and I know it means he wants me.
I lick my lips and scoot to the edge of the bed, hands going to the hem of his shirt.
His skin is warm when I slide my hands under his shirt, over his stomach, and then up to his chest. I can feel the hard planes of muscle, and it makes me even hungrier for him.
His shirt comes off easily when I lift it over his head, and Rory raises his arms to help me, grinning when the shirt flies off and onto the floor.
“Let’s keep this fair now,” he says, reaching down to take my shirt off as well. My bra follows soon after, leaving me naked from the waist up.
His green eyes devour the sight I make, sitting there on the edge of the bed, and he licks his lips before setting his hands at his own waist and moving to undo the button and zipper on his jeans.
I mirror his movements, shimmying out of my jeans and panties, leaving me bare for him.
When he’s naked too, it’s easy to see he’s just as turned on as I am, his cock jutting out proud and big, making my heart beat faster.
An almost unbearable rush of hunger fills me, and I’m about to slide off the bed so I can put my mouth on him and suck him off, but Rory moves before I can. He puts a hand on my shoulder and pushes me back until I’m lying on the bed on my back, legs hanging over the side of the mattress.
And then he drops to his knees and uses those big hands to force my legs open.
“Fuck,” I gasp out, surprised and turned on by the show of strength. I couldn’t close my legs if I wanted to, not with him holding them open, and I lick my lips lifting my head so I can watch him as he kisses his way up my inner thighs.
My pussy throbs with need, my clit already hard and peeking out from its hood, eager to be the next recipient of kisses from that clever mouth.
But Rory doesn’t go straight for that. Instead he starts lower, burying his face in my pussy as he tongues at my hole with insistent licks.
“Rory,” I moan, eyes going closed. The first touch of his tongue to my sensitive flesh is enough to have me squirming right there on the bed, and I arch up toward him, like I’m trying to get more.
He doesn’t tease or make me wait for it either. Rory goes down on me like he’s a man in the desert, and I’m an oasis with the last drink of water for miles. He licks and laps at my pussy, and I can hear how wet I am as he slurps it up, probing at my hole with his tongue until it relaxes enough to let him in.
His fingers keep their firm grip on my thighs, and I wonder if I’ll have bruises there tomorrow, more reminders of how this day has gone.
I wouldn’t mind it.
My breath comes in shaky, harsh pants, and I work my hips in small circles, grinding against Rory’s face as he goes to town, devouring me like a buffet.
His tongue is the right amount of rough, and when he finally, finally makes his way up to my clit, I bite my lip hard to keep from screaming out my pleasure.
It feels so fucking good, that heat and sensation surging through me, gathering at my core and spreading out even further. It’s so good, and I slide one hand down to bury in his hair while the other moves up, cupping one of my tits to play with the hard bud of my nipple.
I tug at his hair lightly, and he groans in response, readjusting his grip on my thighs to part them open wider. I’m spread so wide for him, and he keeps working that tongue, circling my clit with the point of it in a way that nearly makes my eyes roll back into my head.
“Rory, fuck.” I moan his name, low and deep, hips flexing up, seeking out more of that pleasure. My nipple is pebbled and tight between my fingers, and I pinch and twist it, the slight pain from it mingling with the warm waves of pleasure that come from Rory’s mouth.
I’m not going to last long at this rate, not with Rory finally giving me what I want, lapping hard and fast at my clit for a second before he seals his lips over it and gives it a good suck.
My mouth falls open, a cry of desire and satisfaction echoing around the bedroom. There are people downstairs still, but I’m not even thinking about them. I can’t think about anything other than how good Rory is making me feel, sucking on my clit for a bit before pulling back and looking up at me with a grin.
His mouth is shiny from how wet I am, and it’s hot as fuck to see. He winks at me and then goes right back down, this time taking one of his hands away from my thigh so he can work two fingers into my pussy.
He pumps them inside me while going back to licking and sucking at my clit, and I squirm and writhe on the bed with the electric zing of pleasure coursing through me.
“Fuck. Jesus, Rory.”
He hums his amusement, and I tug at his hair more sharply, even though I’m not really sure what I want. Luckily, Rory seems to have a plan, and that plan is apparently “make Mercy scream.”
His fingers pump in harder and faster, and the sound of them squishing in and out of my wet sex is enough to have me flushed and even more turned on than I was before.
Whatever juices I’m making with my arousal, Rory doesn’t hesitate to lap them up. He kisses my pussy like he’s a master at it, lips brushing my clit before sucking at it hard, his tongue flicking over it again and again.
And that’s enough to have me clenching around his fingers, clit throbbing with the sensation. I can feel my orgasm building, that pressure growing and growing until it threatens to overwhelm me. When it snaps, it sends a surge of pleasure rushing through me, and I forget how to breathe for a second, my limbs shaking as I come hard, Rory’s name on my lips.
It lasts for several long seconds, and when I finally come down from the wave of pleasure, I have to blink spots away from my vision and fight to catch my breath. Rory is still on his knees between my legs, and he rests his chin on my thigh, smiling at me while I put myself back together.
He gives me a minute to catch my breath, and then he rises up so he can hover over me, a smile on his handsome as fuck face.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you’re falling apart,” he murmurs, and then leans down to capture my mouth in a kiss.
It’s sharp with the taste of my own release, and I suck lightly on his tongue, getting every ounce of it. I love that he’ll kiss me right after he’s had his head between my legs, and there’s something about tasting myself on his lips and tongue that just does it for me.