Rock Bottom

by Emily Goodwin

  She’s squirming, pushing me away only to bring my head back between her legs. Her body is on overdrive, and my cock begs to be touched, to have her wrap her lips around it and suck hard, moaning as I come, swallowing everything I give her.

  Blaire plants her hand on the counter and tosses her head back. She hits the large vase on the center of the island. It had to hurt, but it’s like she didn’t even notice, too distracted by the second orgasm I’m about to give her.

  I push my fingers deeper inside of her, groaning as I lick and suck at her sweet pussy, thinking about how good it’s going to feel to push my cock inside of her.

  She tightens her legs around me as she comes again, and the heels of her shoes dig into my shoulders. I slowly pull my fingers out of her and kiss her thigh once more before moving back up. She’s lying on her back on the counter, chest rapidly rising and falling.

  I straighten up, realizing just then how much my knees hurt from kneeling on the hardwood floor. Though the discomfort hardly registers in my mind as I look at Blaire, panting with her dress up around her waist. She’s fucking gorgeous, and if I don’t get inside her I’m going to explode.

  “I’m going to pick you up,” I tell her, knowing she can’t walk.

  She nods and makes a feeble attempt to sit up. I scoop her up, holding her against my chest, and go into the family room that’s directly off the kitchen. I lay her down on the couch, grabbing a blanket, and move on top of her. Covering us both up, I move between her legs.

  Her eyes flutter shut, and I gently sweep the hair that’s in her face back behind her ear. A few seconds pass before she inhales, opens her eyes, and flashes that same devilish smile.

  “It’s your turn.”

  Chapter 11

  Rory

  Holy.

  Fucking.

  Shit.

  My entire body is humming. Alive. Feeling pulses of pleasure I never thought were possible. I’ve never had a man make me come that hard. And Dean made me come harder than I ever have before twice.

  I blink my eyes open and bring a hand up, still feeling the aftereffect of the orgasm flooding my veins, and run my fingers down Dean’s back. His skin is smooth and warm, and even though I’m still recovering, still panting and my heart still racing, I want more.

  Dean is making me greedy.

  And I want to please him as much as he’s pleased me.

  I bend my knees and drag my fingers up and down his back, my nerves prickling through my entire body once again. Dean smooths my hair back and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and it turns me on even more. I buck my hips, feeling his erection through his pants.

  Fumbling in my movements, I bring my hands down, putting them between us as I try to undo Dean’s pants. He lifts himself up, giving me more room, and I get the button on his jeans undone only to remember he’s wearing a belt.

  Getting impatient, he sits up and undoes the buckle. Then I push his hands out of the way and pull the belt from the loops. The force of his erection pushes against his pants, forcing the zipper down. I lick my lips, eyes going to the gleaming tip that’s sticking out of the top of his boxers.

  I could feel that he was large when he was pressed up against me. My breath hitches as I shove his pants down to his thighs. That thing is huge and I’m not sure if it’s going to fit inside of me. Nerves flutter through me as Dean dives back down, kissing me harder than before.

  Widening my legs, I welcome him in between, groaning when his cock rubs against my already-tender clit. I arch my back, rubbing myself against him.

  I’m still wearing my shoes, and one of my heels gets stuck in Dean’s pants as he pulls them down his legs.

  “My shoes,” I start, voice coming out all breathy. “Should I take them off?”

  “No,” Dean says gruffly and lets his jeans fall to the ground. He wraps his arms around me and sits up, changing our position. I’m in his lap now, straddling him, and there’s only the thin layer of his dark blue boxers between us. “But you will take your dress off.”

  His voice is deep and demanding, sending a jolt through me, and he looks at me, hunger on his face, and waits for me to obey. On shaky legs, I move off his lap and take a step back. Heart racing, I reach behind me and slowly pull down the zipper of my dress. The sound cuts through the night, drowned out only by my pounding heart.

  With anyone I’d be shy. Embarrassed. I’d regret my late nights of eating too much pasta and sleeping in instead of going to the gym. But Dean is looking at me like I’m the only thing he wants.

  The only thing he’ll ever need.

  And suddenly I realize the power is in my hands. I flick my eyes to his massive cock. I’m the one turning him on like this.

  Me.

  I sweep my hand up my chest, slowly moving it to my shoulder and push one of the straps down. Dean leans forward, eyes widening of their own accord. I do the same to the other side, and let the dress slip off my arms, falling in a whoosh to the floor, leaving me standing before him in only red high heels and a black pushup bra.

  “You are so fucking hot,” he groans, looking me up and down before reaching out and taking my hands. He tugs me forward, and I sink back down onto his lap, rocking my hips so my clit rubs against his cock.

  Holy shit, I could come again right now. But then Dean picks me up again, and in a swift movement, has me pinned down between his muscular body and the couch. His lips go to mine and his tongue slips into my mouth. He kisses me hard and desperate, and I rake my fingers down his back, stopping at the elastic on his boxers.

  Dean moves his mouth to my neck, having discovered already that’s a sensation that drives me crazy, and I plunge my hand into his boxers, giving his butt a squeeze before bringing my hand around to his front.

  Suddenly Dean stops kissing me and pulls away, looking into my eyes. The desperation is still there, but I see something…something else.

  Something I can’t quite define, yet it’s familiar.

  Because I’ve felt it too.

  He’s looking for something he doesn’t think he’ll find. There’s a loneliness behind the cocky grin, a longing for more behind the lust. It’s the heart-wrenching need to be part of something, to feel a love so strong you know you can get through anything.

  He turns his head, looking almost startled by his own emotions. His eyes close in a long blink, and he puts his mouth to mine again, kissing me hard as he slides his arms under me, lifting me off the couch just enough to unhook my bra. I twist one arm up, pulling it out of the bra strap, and Dean pushes the other strap down, pulling my bra off and tossing it over the back of the couch. I’m naked underneath him, and his body on mine feels so good.

  He’s warm and firm, and the tip of his cock rubs against me, making tingles of pleasure run rampant through my entire body. Dean kisses his way down my neck, flicking his tongue over my nipple. I’ve never been one to find particular pleasure in having my nipples touched, but Dean knows what he’s doing.

  He’s done this before, many times.

  I’m new to the one-night stand, but he’s not, and right now, I’ve never been so thankful to be with a well-experienced man. My mouth falls open as Dean reaches down, stroking me, spreading my wetness around my core. He circles my nipple with his tongue once more, and grazes me with his teeth as he moves back up, putting his lips to mine.

  My body aches to have him inside me, and I’ve never felt such desperation in my life. If that monster cock doesn’t push in me, doesn’t fill every single last fucking inch of me, I might not make it.

  “I need you,” I groan as his fingers dip inside my entrance, teasing me.

  “You’re not very patient, are you?” he growls, somehow able to keep his composure. “What if I’m not ready for you yet?”

  “Then…then tell me what to do,” I pant. “To…to…” He plunges his fingers deeper inside of me, rubbing right against that sweet spot. My eyes roll back as I feel another orgasm start to build. I’ve never come from vaginal penetrati
on before.

  I think I’m in for a world of firsts tonight.

  Pulling his hand up, I put his fingers in my mouth and rock my hips, rubbing myself against him again.

  “Fuck,” he grunts and aligns himself with my core. I slowly pull my fingers out of my mouth, feeling his hungry gaze on me. Dean puts his lips to mine again, kissing me hard as he slowly enters me.

  “Ohhhh,” I moan, feeling him fill every single inch of me. He groans as he slowly pulls back and thrusts into me again.

  And again, a little faster that time. I angle my hips up, and his cock rubs against my G-spot as he rocks his hips. Hooking my legs over his, I bring my hands up to his shoulder, pressing my nails into his flesh.

  He takes his mouth from mine and buries his face in my neck, kissing my skin as he fucks me, rocking me so hard my head hits the arm of the couch.

  “I’m…I’m…almost…” I pant but am unable to get the words out. I go nonverbal as I come for the third time, and the orgasm starts deep within me, rocketing my body into a state of pleasure I never thought was possible. My ears ring and my toes tingle. I lie there, clutching Dean’s impossibly fit body as my own trembles with pleasure.

  He slows his movements, giving me a few seconds to recover, and then pushes in balls deep, groaning as he comes. He rests his head against my forehead, cock pulsing inside of me.

  Holy. Shit.

  My body is humming, pussy spasming. I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much in such a short amount of time, especially at the hands—or in my case, mouth and cock—of someone else. I open my mouth to tell Dean just that, but can’t catch my breath.

  He slowly pulls out and lies next to me, keeping us both covered with the blanket, and spoons his body around mine, holding me tight as our hearts stop racing.

  Then he grabs his boxers from the floor, offering them to me to clean myself up enough to hurry into the bathroom. I’m still naked, and he’s still lying on the couch when I return.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he says quietly, tipping his head when I walk back into the room, dropping my heels next to the couch. He stands and grabs me around the waist, pulling me back onto the couch with him.

  This is the part of a one-night stand where I have no idea what to do. I came home with Dean for one thing and for one thing only, and we just did said thing.

  Should I leave? Ask him to take me to my car? Stick around and go for round two?

  I sink onto the couch, next to Dean, bending my legs up and covering up with the blanket. Now that I’m not under him, I’m cold, and goosebumps break out on my arms.

  Dean turns to me, running his hand through my hair as he pushes it behind my shoulder. He opens his mouth to say something, but the lights flicker and then everything goes black.

  We wait a beat, expecting the power to come back on. When it doesn’t, Dean stands, tucking the blanket around me.

  “The whole neighborhood is out,” he says, voice cutting through the dark. “Hang on.”

  “Okay,” I say, looking around. I can’t see a damn thing, but hear Dean moving about. He’s in the kitchen, which is right off the living room. The glowing screen of his phone comes from several yards away, and he gets something from a drawer in the island before coming back into the living room.

  I watch as he starts a fire, and only a minute later, the room fills with soft yellow light.

  “That comes in handy,” I say as he comes back onto the couch, slipping under the blanket. His arms go around me and he pulls me to his chest, laying me down with him.

  “It does, and I don’t use it that often.”

  “You’re really good at starting fires. I’m impressed.”

  “I wish I could take all the credit, but it has a gas start,” he chuckles. “Makes it easy to start.”

  “Cheater.”

  “Hey, now. You didn’t lay out any rules.”

  “I think I should put out the fire and give you two logs to rub together.”

  He laughs. “We’d freeze to death before I get a fire started that way.”

  “I’ll save the survival challenge for the summer then.”

  “That doesn’t sound much better.” He runs his hand up and down my arm. “I’ve grown quite used to my cushy first-world lifestyle.”

  “Me too. Though I did go through a phase like ten years ago where I was convinced we’d have some sort of apocalypse—most likely zombie—and I took this crazy intense week-long class about surviving in the wild. I might have cried the entire time.”

  “You’re not joking, are you?”

  I shake my head. “It was being offered not far from where I lived, and while sleeping on the ground wasn’t fun, I think it built character. We started the class with over a dozen people and by the end, only me and three others finished. And at least I wasn’t naked, right? Though I was afraid most of the time.”

  “Everyone would have stayed if you were naked.”

  “Hah. No one wants to see me naked after a week of living in the woods.”

  “I think I still would.”

  “Hopefully we’ll never have to put that to the test. But if it ever comes to it, I could keep you and two others alive for a week on the run.”

  “I will keep that in mind.” He kisses the side of my head and continues to run his fingers up and down my arm.

  We lie there together, watching the logs pop and burn. Not a word is said, but the silence is anything but awkward.

  Dean’s phone buzzes, and he reaches out to grab it off the coffee table.

  “Someone slid off the road and hit a pole,” he says, reading the text message. “That’s why the power is out.”

  “Ouch. Hopefully they’re okay.”

  “Yeah. The roads can be slick this time of year. I wish people would just slow down.”

  “Right? Like, I get accidents can happen no matter what, but I wish people would use more care when driving in ice and snow.”

  “This time of year makes me want to move to Florida.”

  “Hah. Same. As long as I’m close to Disney, I’d be happy.”

  “You’re a Disney fan?” he asks, but there’s no judgement in his voice. Not everyone finds it cool or even normal for an adult woman to be so obsessed with fairytales and happy endings.

  “A big one. I haven’t actually been there in years. But I love anything that has magic and a happily ever after.”

  “My whole family loves Disney. We all went a few years ago for my sister’s wedding and everyone keeps going back now.”

  “Your sister got married at Disney? Lucky!”

  “It was…nice.” He looks away as he talks, swallowing hard as if the event brings up too much emotion. It’s a millisecond of an expression, and makes my heart hurt for him.

  Stop it.

  You’re Blaire from Canada. This is a one-night stand.

  Though sitting here, cuddled up in front of a fire next to Dean…it feels like the start of something more.

  Chapter 12

  Rory

  “Are you hungry?” Dean tightens his arm around me.

  “A little. Are you?”

  “The answer to that will always be yes.”

  I twist around, turning to face him. We’re still cuddled up together on the couch, keeping warm by the fire. “I believe you mentioned pie.”

  His full lips pull up in a smile. “I did. There’s half of it left.”

  “Well then, I think we should finish it.”

  “I think we should too.” He runs his hand over my hair and starts to sit up. “I’ll get something for you to put on, though I’d prefer you to remain naked.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I laugh. He kisses my forehead before getting up, and I admire his tight ass as he disappears up the stairs. I sit up, brush my messy hair back, and run my fingers under my eyes in case I have any smeared mascara.

  Then I lean back, sticking one leg out from under the blanket. The fire cracks and one of the logs split, tumbling down the little pile. Embers fly out, sizzli
ng on the marble hearth. The soft light illuminates the room, and I take a minute to look around.

  This whole house is impressive, and I remember Dean saying he brings clients here to show off what his contracting company is able to do, which makes sense to have everything be top-of-the-line. It’s well-decorated and very tidy.

  But it almost feels temporary. Like he’s just staying here and not really living here. Not that I think he’s lying about this being his house or anything. No, it’s his house. But it’s not his home.

  I hear him walking around upstairs and I smile, letting my eyes fall shut again. Though this time, a weird feeling starts to grow in the pit of my stomach.

  I don’t know why. This night is going way better than I ever expected a one-night stand to go. We had mind-blowing sex. I enjoy talking to him. And now he’s getting me clothes so he can feed me pie.

  So why do I feel this knot forming.

  I think it’s because of all that: the great sex. The way we get along. The pie helps, but it doesn’t really matter. But I do know one thing for sure. I don’t want this to be our only night.

  Stop it, Rory.

  This is why I’ve never had a one-night stand before. I have a hard time separating sex from emotion, so until tonight, I’ve only slept with guys I was already emotionally invested in. My track record isn’t the best, with ten out of ten relationships failing, but I’m a romantic.

  It’s how I roll.

  And it’s how I have to roll out of here in the morning. It’s getting late, and with the roads being icy, I don’t think Dean will want to take me back to get my car tonight. I’m sure I’ll stay, and once the sun comes up in the morning, I’ll have some new perspective and won’t feel the same about Dean then.

  I hope.

  “Is this okay?” Dean comes back into the room and holds out a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He’s wearing light gray sweatpants and I want to fuck him all over again.