“Okay, I didn’t hate it. It took me by surprise. I kind of liked it.”
He continued to lick through my folds, before he stuck his tongue inside me.
I groaned and rocked my body against his face.
He moved his face away, and his fingers took over the teasing, “So you kinda like the spank the way you kinda like my tongue inside you?”
“Something like that.”
He sat back, and as I looked round, he ran his hand through his hair. “If you don’t want to go on, Lace ...”
“I do.”
“But you’re giving mixed signals about how you feel about having sex with me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Rory, my naked arse is in the air. Fuck me now. I’ll sort out my feelings later.”
“I don’t want you to regret this.”
“I’ll never regret great sex.”
“How do you know it will be great sex?”
I sighed and turned around. “One: It’s us. We always have great sex.”
He nodded his agreement.
“Two: I love your cock and you know exactly what to do with it.”
Rory grinned.
“Three: I’ve never been this turned on in my life. I really need you inside me—pronto. Whatever we decide tomorrow is a conversation for tomorrow.”
“I guess,” he said
I dipped my fingers between my legs and started to rub my clit. “Stop stalling like a Regency virgin on her wedding night. You can’t tell me you don’t want more of this.”
I rocked into my own touch and didn’t have to act. Rory had me so turned on, I was close to the edge.
A smile kicked up at the corners of his mouth and he raised an eyebrow. He wanted to see me bring myself to orgasm. What a git.
He took hold of his cock and started to stroke it in time with my movements. I licked my lips and worked my fingers harder. I needed more though. I reached inside my bedside cabinet, opened a small bag, and withdrew my Black Angel vibrator.
Switching it on with my left hand, I nodded at the lube. Rory understood and squirted some on the toy. I inserted it slowly, but I was already so wet, I hadn’t really needed the lubricant.
I turned onto my back and placed a foot on each of Rory’s knees, so he got a better view. I pumped the vibrator in and out of myself, the bunny ears—or angel wing tips as the manufacturers called them—rubbed my clit.
We were stroking at the same pace, me with the toy, Rory with his hand. The only connection was my feet on his knees. My gaze was on his thick hard cock, while his was on my pussy and the vibrator.
“You’re gorgeous, Lace. I love seeing you like this. Completely open.”
An orgasm was hurtling down the tracks, ready to smash into me, and nothing could stop it.
My gaze flitted up his gorgeous body and back down his muscular arm, the veins prominent as he fisted his cock.
God, he’s gorgeous.
I’d have him again soon. Very soon. I’d have him and not the vibrator inside me. I pictured us under the shower, the water running down those defined muscles as he pressed me against the tile and pumped into me. It was my undoing.
I arched my back, and the orgasm barrelled through my body, removing the breath from my lungs and forcing me to clench every muscle. I was unable to make a noise. I could only wait for it to let go of its hold on me before I pulled the vibrator out. I was way too sensitive for it doing a happy dance inside me.
“Fucking hell,” I gasped, looking at Rory. He was staring at my breasts.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Would you let me do something? It’s a fantasy I keep having. You’re always the star, but we never did it when we were ... younger.”
“Sure.” I wasn’t sure, since I had no idea what it was, yet I was still on a high, so maybe it would be fine.
“Lie down.”
He moved out of the way, still clutching and stroking his dick, his breathing laboured. He wasn’t far from the edge himself.
I lay on my back, and he straddled my waist before pressing his cock between my breasts. He lifted one of my breasts and held it there while holding his cock in place, then he seemed stumped. I helped him out, lifting my other breast and covering his first hand to hold both breasts in place. He moaned.
“I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long.”
He started to move and his sounds increased.
I gazed down at the head of his cock and opened my mouth. Pulling myself up slightly, I was able to open my mouth so the tip of his dick could slide inside. I moaned at the salty taste of his precum.
“Oh hell. That’s amazing. Lace. Just ... Fuck!”
He struggled to maintain his rhythm. I squeezed my boobs harder, and he muttered something I couldn’t make out. When he looked down at me, I was unable to read his expression. Lust certainly. Regret, perhaps. But something else—something I didn’t want to explore, because I had a feeling it was something neither of us was ready to examine.
Rory threw his head back and roared my name as his body tensed. I watched the vein in his neck as his cum spurted over my chest and chin, some of it landing in my mouth. I started to giggle as he fully emptied his balls over me.
He looked down at me with a heated gaze.
“You want to spread your cum all over me like a porn video, don’t you?” I asked. He bit his lip and nodded. “Go on then.”
He lifted himself off me and flattened his hand over my chest, smearing his seed over my breasts. “Fuck, I thought you looked amazing before, but you’re out-of-this world with my cum all over your tits.”
I giggled again and sat up, moving in for a kiss. It was tender and hot all at the same time. Our tongues explored but didn’t push for more. Our hands caressed but didn’t over-excite.
Eventually I pulled away. “I think I need a shower.”
“Are you throwing me out?” Rory asked.
I raised an eyebrow. “You may as well stay the night. It’s four in the morning.”
He grinned. “Let’s get you in the shower. I know exactly what I want to do with you once we’re in there.”
I squealed and jumped off the bed, running into the bathroom. I couldn’t wait to see those pecs with water running over them.
So much for staying away from that boy.
Chapter 17
Rory
WE SAT EATING A FRY up at Lacey’s kitchen table—me in my boxer-briefs and Lacey in a bathrobe.
Lacey was a great cook and always had the fridge stocked up if she was planning a big night out. She would have prepared for the hen night by buying enough bacon, square sausage, eggs, black pudding, potato scones, and beans to feed an army, even if she expected to eat it herself.
I dropped my gaze to the opening in her bathrobe as it split open with her movements and revealed the tops of her breasts.
I swallowed hard. Even after she’d emptied my balls and helped me out with my morning wood as soon as we woke up, I still wanted her. The woman was impossible to resist.
Lacey cleared her throat, and I averted my gaze. Picking up my mug, I drank my tea, then lifted my fork loaded with egg and black pudding. “I miss your hangover cures.”
“You have a hangover?” she asked.
“No, but I still miss them. I didn’t have that much to drink last night. I was too focused on you and getting into your knickers. And I appreciate this delicious food much more when I’m not feeling like death. I miss a lot of things about you.”