He smeared my wetness up to my puckered opening and slowly pushed his thumb inside as he pressed his tongue back into my pussy.
“Fuck,” I muttered, lowering my mouth back to his cock. Despite having only his thumb in my arse and his tongue in my pussy, I felt full. I rocked my hips against his face as I worked his cock. I sank my mouth as far down as I could, moving past my gag reflex and almost choking myself. My tears dripped onto his legs, but I didn’t care. I needed Rory to know this was special—that I was willing to go the extra mile for his pleasure, as he was doing for me with his tongue. I was so close.
Scared I would bite him when I came, I withdrew his cock from my mouth and continued to stroke him, kissing his length and licking the head. I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, and he growled against my flesh.
My orgasm blossomed.
Lifting myself up, I fucked his face hard enough to smother the poor bastard. But he continued to tongue-fuck me as I whimpered. My thighs flexed and relaxed, as I tugged at my hair and leaned back over his body.
He moved his thumb hard and fast like he knew what I needed. Only Rory could give me that. It was only Rory who I trusted to do that to me.
“Fuck. No fuck. Jesus. Fuck,” I cried out as the orgasm burst through me. I could barely breathe as Rory moved my leg over his head and positioned me slightly away from him.
My ragged breathing filled the room.
I swallowed, and when I caught my breath and calmed my racing heart, I glanced at Rory. He didn’t look like a guy who had just given his girl an amazing orgasm. Frown lines marred his forehead, and he fidgeted with the corner of the sheet which had come loose.
“Sorry. That was too much,” he said.
“Why do you say that?”
“You yelled no as you came.”
“I did?” I pursed my lips.
“Yeah, you did.”
“I didn’t mean no as in stop.”
“Shouldn’t matter.”
I thought about it. “You pulled away when I shouted no. I remember even though I was really out of it.”
He nodded.
I leaned up on my elbow and caressed the soft skin of his hip. “Even though I didn’t mean it, you still did the right thing. Fuck, baby, you have no idea how much hotter you just became.”
“I did?”
“You’re such a good guy. Good guys are hot.”
The bed dipped as he sat up and moved to lay along my body, his face hovering above mine. Pushing his hand under my head, he lifted it so he could kiss my forehead.
“You scared the fuck out of me.” His breath swept through my hair. “Don’t ever shout no again unless you mean me to stop, you little witch.”
“Sorry,” I whispered as he trailed his lips down my cheek, along my jaw, and to my neck. “I need to finish what I started.”
“I have no issues with us finishing this, Lace. I love your body.” He kissed along my collarbone and made his way down my breast towards my nipple.
Shit. If he made it there, I’d never stop him.
“I mean sucking you off,” I said.
“Mmm, yeah, that was good. So is this.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I sighed and tugged on his hair. “It’s not fair on you.”
He brushed his lips to the other breast, his lips curving into a smile against my flesh. “Do you hear me complaining?”
“No.” God, he could play my body like a virtuoso played their instrument. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud of my nipple as he ran the tips of his fingers up my thigh, so light it was no more than a tickle.
I moved into the touch. “I should finish a blow job at some point.”
It really did seem unfair, yet he was moving his hips between my legs and kissing back up my body. His cock rested against my pussy, and he rubbed it against my sensitive flesh. I moaned.
“Tell me the truth,” he said, his voice hoarse.
“Always,” I managed. Jesus, he was going to make me come again with that friction. His cock was deliciously slick from the wetness between my legs.
“Are you too sensitive for me to make love to you right now?”
Make love? That was not a Rory phrase unless he was being sarcastic. I searched his gaze, but there was only enquiry there. And lust. Definitely lust.
“No. I’m fine. But I might come quickly,” I warned. “Are you sure you don’t want to come in my mouth?”
He looked away from me. I wasn’t sure if he was gathering his thoughts, reining in his temper, or calming his raging lust, but when he turned back his gaze was determined. I bit my lip. He took himself in hand and pushed inside me.
It felt right. So fucking right that I had to blink back the tears that threatened.
“For the record, this is not just a quick fling to reminisce about the past for me, Lacey Marie Kendrick.” He moved slowly in me, and I wrapped my legs around him as I listened to his low voice close to my ear. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. I was a fucking fool to get out of your car six years ago. You feel so fucking right. Every stroke of my cock inside you feels like I’ve arrived home a little more. I’m in this forever with you. Do you understand? You’re my forever. Whatever your parents say. I don’t fucking care. You’re mine and always have been.”
He pressed his lips to mine. We kissed slowly and gently as he moved in and out of me. Warm tears slipped out of the corners of my eyes and slid into my hair.
I loved Rory so much, but was it enough? My parents were set against us being together. They hated him and hated the way they thought he had treated me. And I had stuff to resolve. Why had I let him walk away? Had I feared what forever looked like? Had I needed a break too?
That frightened me, but losing him again also frightened me. His tenderness and love were freaking me out. We needed to be back on an even keel.
“Can you go faster?” I urged.
He set off like a rocket, and soon, my pussy was clenching around his cock as I tugged on his hair, and he was shouting my name almost in tandem. He leaned on his forearms, sweat dripping from his face onto mine. I couldn’t be arsed wiping it away.
“What are you thinking?” he asked through ragged breaths.
I pursed my lips for a moment, then blurted it out. “I’m scared, Rory. What if they can’t love you like I do?”
“Who?”
“My mum and dad.”
A smile tugged the corners of his lips. “Well, I hope they don’t love me like you do because that would be one fucked up ménage-a-quatre.”
It was lucky for him that playing field hockey all those years had given him good reflexes. He was able to deflect the knee I raised towards his balls. Though, I would have stopped short of actually making contact with his crown jewels.
“I’m being serious, Rory.”
He brushed my hair back from my face and tucked it behind my ear. “I know, babe. We’ll figure it out, though. Don’t worry.”
Chapter 21
Rory
IT SEEMED EARLY WHEN I woke up feeling cold. I reached for a cover, but there was none. Instead I found a warm leg and a husky laugh rang out. I smiled at the noise. Damn, I loved her sexy voice in the morning.
I rubbed my knuckles over my closed eyelids and gazed up at the delectable woman sitting up in bed, playing with her phone.