Reaching up, he pinched my nipples between his fingers, tugging on them hard. Spikes of pain shot through me, and I gasped. My pussy clenched around him, and I started to move up and down on his cock.
Rory bucked underneath me, letting go of my nipples and moving one hand onto my sensitive clit to massage it.
I was soaked. Arguing had turned me on, and rubbing myself against his cock had worked me up. His cold demeanour was doing strange things to me, which it shouldn’t.
Running his hands over my thighs and up to my hips, he curled his fingers around my waist and lifted me up and down, controlling my speed, and I rested my hands on his chest and matched his rhythm.
I leaned forward, allowing my hair to fall around my face and brush his chest. “Mmm, that’s good.”
“Well, make the most of it, babe, because I’m going back to Glasgow tomorrow. You can get the bus home.”
“Rory!”
“Come on, princess. It won’t kill you to ride with the plebs.”
“It’s not that.” I frowned. “You were going to stay and sort this out with my parents.”
“They’re not for sorting it out, so give me a nice goodbye fuck instead.”
I swallowed hard. Just like before, I wouldn’t let the bastard see me cry.
Chapter 24
Rory
I FUCKING HATED TREATING her like this, yet I had no choice. Although I had a plan, I had no idea if it was going to work, and I couldn’t come between her and her family if it failed. I knew what it was like to lose her family—it had nearly killed me. I wouldn’t be the cause of her experiencing that pain, even though I loved her with every fibre of my being.
Treating her like shit to make it easier for her while we were apart didn’t come easily. Being drunk made it a little more bearable.
I pushed farther up into her and toyed with her nipples.
Fuck, I love her breasts.
I tugged her down to suck on one of her tits as I thrust my hips, working my cock in and out of her. She was trying not to react, but she couldn’t avoid biology, and I knew her body too well. She was getting near.
“I know you hate me, sweetheart, but concentrate on my cock sliding in and out of your pussy. You’re fucking sexy when you’re pissed off and wet for me. Come for me. Take what you need. Use me, baby.”
She dug her nails in, but she didn’t push me away. If she had, I’d have been out of her in a second.
“You fucking cunt,” she grunted.
“I know.” I couldn’t claim otherwise; I was a complete bastard. But with good reason.
“I. Fucking. Hate. You.” She dropped onto my body and bit into my shoulder as her pussy spasmed around my cock.
Damn, that was fucking sore, but fucking hot. I nearly lost it.
“As soon as you’re able, get on your hands and knees,” I demanded.
“Yes, sir.”
Her sass was also pretty damned hot. “You deserve a spank for your cheek.”
“Oh, you’re into BDSM now? Let me guess, some slapper talked you into watching the Fifty Shades movies while hoping you’d do a little role play with her.”
I liked that she was jealous, because I was jealous of every guy she’d been with in the last six years. I had no right to be jealous—I’d walked out on her—but it didn’t stop me from wanting to smash their faces in for touching my girl.
“I don’t watch movies with other girls. I fuck other girls and then get the hell out of there.”
“Seems like you’re about to continue the pattern.” Bitterness dripped from her words and guilt assaulted me.
She was right. I was fucking her and leaving her. However, she was no random woman, and I wasn’t scratching an itch. Deep down, I hoped she’d look back and know there was more to this than sex—that I was saying goodbye and hurting myself worse than the first time for her.
If all went well, I could come back and she would forgive me and believe my explanation of why I was being a dickhead.
Lacey climbed off me and positioned herself on hands and knees. Her pretty little arse perched in the air nearly undid me. Soft, peachy flesh that was totally biteable, taunted and tempted me. I ran my hand over her birthmark, but I couldn’t bear to put my mouth anywhere near it. It would undo all my resolve.
I ran my hand over her soft skin, urging her to open her legs so I could see her pussy. She complied, and I bent down to lick her from front to back. She squirmed as I stopped to rim her, but I held her firm. She knew to ask me to stop if she didn’t want to go on.
I ran my thumb through her wet pussy to coat it in her juices, causing her to arch her back with a sigh and move into my touch. I loved how she reacted to me. Leaving her tomorrow morning might kill me, but it was for the greater good.
I prodded her puckered hole with my thumb, and she looked around at me.
I raised an eyebrow. “You can say no. I’m a bastard, not a rapist.”
“You’re neither. I don’t know what your game is, but it’s not going to work this time. Go ahead you unutterably stupid wankstain.”
I couldn’t help smiling, at least until tears glistened in her eyes.
Shit!
I whipped my hand away.
Lacey glowered at me over her shoulder. “Jesus, Rory! You can’t get a girl ready to have your finger up her arse while you do her doggy-style then back out. I don’t give a fuck what mind game you’re playing, I just want you to fuck me. You’re the only guy I ever trusted to put anything up there, and apart from the other night, it’s been six years.”
I shook my head. “For fuck’s sake, Lace. I don’t know who’s more depraved. You or me.”
“Definitely you. I’m just horny.”
I recoated my thumb with her juices and slowly pushed it into her arse. I moved my other hand around to her front and circled her clit with my forefinger.
She moaned my name and pushed against me.
Fuck, she was something else.
“Gently. I don’t want to hurt you,” I said.
She grunted something that suggested she thought I was being too careful, so I positioned my cock at her pussy entrance and slid home.
“Fuck, yes,” she whispered.
My thoughts exactly.
She dropped onto her forearms, and as I started to thrust a slow rhythm, Lacey set off at a frenetic pace that suggested her arse was on fire. I couldn’t help grinning at my desperate girl.
In order to hold off my own climax, I kept the memory of the tears in her big eyes in my head. It broke my heart. I knew she was concentrating on her body’s needs to hide her hurt, but it would come out eventually.
I gazed down at where our bodies joined and had to bite my lip. She looked amazing with my cock thrusting in and out of her while my thumb moved gently into and back out of her arse. “I’m sorry I don’t have lube, or I’d have given you my cock up your arse.”
“I know ... I never thought. This is good. So good. In fact ... shit, stay still a moment.”
I did and she tightened her muscles, fucking me hard and fast. The noises she made when she stopped moving were unearthly, and her pussy pulsing around my cock was fucking heavenly.
Disengaging from her, I sat her on my knee, holding her until her breathing returned to normal and she looked up to me. I licked my clean thumb and wiped the smudged mascara from under her eyes, then pressed a soft kiss to her lips. I was going to miss this—miss her.