As Rory and I kiss, I pull him down farther, forcing him to stand between my legs and bend at the waist so our lips can stay connected. I can feel the heat from his body against mine, and the hard line of his cock where it presses against my flushed skin.
He’s just as turned on as I am, and even though I’ve just had a fucking amazing orgasm, I’m not satisfied yet.
I know Rory isn’t either.
Things might be weird between us right now, but we still fit together so well like this. He’s bigger than me by a lot, but his body slots against mine like it was made for this, and when the head of his cock nudges against my pussy, I spread my legs wider, making room for him there too.
“Mercy,” he murmurs, rolling his hips so the head of his cock slides against the slickness of my folds. “Fuck, you feel good.”
I open my mouth to tell him to stop teasing, but he’s already on it. He reaches down between us and wraps his hand around his cock, guiding it right to my pussy and pushing in with one smooth motion.
I’m so wet from him eating me out and the orgasm that followed that it’s easy for him to fit right in, the girth of his cock stretching me a little, but in that way that I like.
Having Rory inside me takes my breath away for a second, and I wrap my legs around his waist a bit, holding him there while I adjust to the feeling of him all thick and hard inside my pussy.
I can feel him holding himself back, the tension in his body as he fights the urge to start thrusting, and I don’t make him wait for very long. As soon as I catch my breath I move, rolling my hips up in a sinuous motion that buries him impossibly deeper inside me.
Rory chokes out a moan, his green eyes dark with lust and desire as he stares down at me. “You’re so—” Whatever he’s going to say gets cut off as he draws himself out halfway, his cock coming out of me all shiny and slick, and then he drives back in, bottoming out in one hard motion.
My pussy aches a little, still sore from the hard pounding on the forest floor that Sloan gave me just hours earlier, but it’s not enough to stop me from wanting this. I’m still hungry for Rory, my body responding to his with the same passion and desire it always does.
He sets a fast pace, and our bodies move together. Each time he pulls back, the drag of his cock against my inner walls is enough to make me moan softly, and when he buries himself inside me again, I tremble. I may have just come, but I can already tell I’m going to be coming on his cock the same way I just came on his face, and I have no problems with that.
His cock feels so good inside me, filling me up the way it always does, and Rory looks good above me, braced on his hands while he drives into me again and again.
Our harsh breathing mingles together, and I lean up to catch his mouth in another kiss, sliding my fingers into the softness of his hair while we make out a little.
The kiss is messy and just as passionate as the sex we’re having, and every time he moans my name into my mouth, I swallow it down, panting hard while he keeps fucking me.
The bed squeaks under us, adding to the sounds that fill the room, but all I can really focus on is him above me and inside me, making me feel so good.
My body quivers as another orgasm approaches, and I know it’s not going to be much longer before I’m coming again, losing it for him because of how good he is at playing my body this way.
Ever since I first met Rory, he’s had a way of making me feel things, a way of turning me on and shutting down the part of my brain that knew it wasn’t supposed to be happening this way.
Now it doesn’t really matter. Everything is out in the open and I still want him like this, and even with things as awkward and sort of tense as they are, Rory clearly still wants me too.
It’s a blessing, especially now when he’s fucking me into the mattress, swearing against my lips as his thrusts lose some of that measuredness and start to go harder and faster while he seeks out his own pleasure.
I want him to come. I want to see the look on his face as he loses it for me the way I always do for him.
He slams into me, and it nudges me that much closer to my second orgasm of the night.
Well. Third, if you count the one with Sloan, but I’m focusing on Rory right now.
He hits that spot inside me that makes me see stars, and I manage to get out a muted cry as another orgasm takes me, making the world go white around the edges as my toes curl and my fingers tighten in Rory’s hair.
My pussy goes so tight around him, almost like it wants to milk his release from him, and he groans softly, thrusting in a few more times before he shudders hard.
Rory goes to pull out, trying to pull back and away so he doesn’t come inside me, but I don’t let him. I wrap my legs more firmly around his hips and meet his eyes, making my intention known.
It was awkward the last time we had sex like this and he came inside me, and I want him to know that it’s what I want. I want to feel him, I want him to come and not worry about it.
Whether he’s worried about it or not, he can’t hold back, and soon enough he’s releasing inside me, the hot, sticky flow of his cum adding to the mess between my legs.
My name sounds so good in his voice when he pants it out, leaning down to rest his forehead against mine, much like Sloan did before.
This moment lasts longer, though, the two of us catching our breaths and trading kisses while we come down from the highs of pleasure.
It’s so nice, after everything that’s happened tonight, to have this. Rory is solid and comforting, proof that we all made it out in one piece. He’s like a rock in a chaotic storm, anchoring me to the foundation and making me feel more okay with how things went.
He can’t be too upset with me if he’s willing to let me cling to him like this.
“Give me a second,” he murmurs, and I unwind myself from him, staying flopped across the bed while he goes to the bathroom.
I hear water running, and he comes back with a damp washcloth. I lie on the rumpled blankets while he uses it to clean me up, wiping up his cum and the last traces of my own orgasms before returning to the bathroom and tossing the cloth into the sink.
Then he climbs up onto the bed properly and pulls me into his arms, holding me close. And that’s even better.
I close my eyes and just let myself enjoy the moment, soaking up the contentment and warmth of it, blocking out all the other messy things waiting to get back in.
7
I open my eyes in the morning to see light streaming in through the window. I stretch slowly, feeling the aches in my body, and I realize that I’m alone in the bed. Rory didn’t spend the night, but the smell of him is still there on the sheets and pillow. It makes sense, I guess.
Things are still a little rough between all of us, and there’s distrust bubbling underneath all the other feelings.
I only have myself to blame for that, so it’s not like I can complain.
I get up and shower, taking my time to get the stress of the night before off me. The sex with Rory did a lot for my mental state, but I know this isn’t over. Things aren’t really fixed—not between me and the three men I’m living with, and not for the Black Roses.
Alex is still somewhere in the house, and there’s still Gavin to deal with. I did what he wanted me to do, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to be totally forgiving of the way I fucked over his organization.