by Em Taylor
For a moment I thought he’d start ramming his dick in and out of my mouth harder, yet he didn’t. He pulled out and knelt in front of me, kissing me softly. He reached up to wipe the tears from my eyes, but I leaned back and grabbed a couple of tissues from the bedside cabinet to clean up.
“A man should ruin your lipstick, not your mascara. I’ve ruined enough of your mascara,” he said.
“I’m not crying. I was enjoying it.” I threw the tissues in the wastepaper basket near the bedside table. “That’s what happens when you deepthroat. You can’t tell me you don’t watch porn.”
“I do watch it, and I was loving it, but I can’t come before you do. Ladies first.”
As he tugged at the hem of my top, I sucked in a breath. His knuckles brushed lightly over my bare flesh, his skin still cool from being outside and it was almost enough to send me over the edge. I clenched my thighs together as I raised my arms to let him remove my top. He threw it to one side, and I lowered my arms to reach for his dark shirt. My fingers trembled as I undid the buttons. When I revealed his pecs and six pack, I let out a small squeaking gasp.
He bit his lip as he tried not to preen.
“You’re a gym bunny now,” I stated.
“It keeps me fit and works off my frustrations.”
“You do have a very stressful job.”
“Not those frustrations.”
I glanced down at his cock, standing hard, proud, and thick. He did not look like he had any performance issues; that beast was in full working order.
I licked my lips. I wanted to taste it again, and even more, I wanted it inside me. “Why would you ...”
“I find women attractive, but when we get down to it ... it’s you I want and think of. I fantasise about you, and it’s not fair on them.”
“Oh.”
“I shouldn’t have said that. It’s fucked up.” He shook his head and looked away as if wondering if he should put his jeans back on and make a run for it, leaving his dignity behind.
“I’m kind of the same with you,” I said. “I call my vibrator R2. I tell myself it’s short for R2D2 from Star Wars, but it’s really Rory Two.”
“You think of me when you use it?” His voice was husky as he undid the button of my jeans and tugged down the zip.
“I do,” I whispered.
He slipped my clothing over my hips and pulled the jeans and knickers right down. I stepped out of my shoes and clothes, and Rory peered back up at me.
“Put the shoes back on, sexy girl. You never wore high heels at university.”
“I didn’t see the point of them back then.”
“You’re fucking hot in them.”
“I need them to make me hot now everything is moving south.”
Rory snorted. “Fuck off. You’re gorgeous, Your body’s amazing. Curvier and softer and ...” He ran a thumb through the folds of my naked pussy. “So fucking wet.”
“You’ve been using your ‘fuck me’ eyes all evening. Every time you looked at me, your gaze swept up my body like you wanted to eat me.”
“I do want to eat you. Sit on the bed.”
I followed his instruction and he moved between my legs.
“Rory, I ...” God, it had been a while since a guy had gone down on me. I had to be comfortable with a man before I’d let him do that to me.
“I need to taste you, baby.” His gaze was earnest as he ran his fingers up my thighs. He’d always had a talented tongue, so when he lifted one of my legs over his shoulders, I leaned back on my elbows and surrendered.
A growl of appreciation came from Rory’s throat, and he licked from my opening up to my clit. He circled round and round, then sucked my clit hard, murmuring his appreciation and increasing the sensation with the vibrations of his words.
I spiked my fingers into his hair, curling them and pulling him closer.
“Impatient much?” he muttered as he moved back down to my opening to lap up my juices.
“You do this to me, you fucking bastard. I hate you,” I whispered.
I hated this was already the best sex I’d had since he left, and I was craving the next time I would see him. I hated that I didn’t want the evening to end, even though it had barely begun. I hated that I was fucking his face as if my life depended on it.
His tongue was magic.
He pushed two fingers inside me and curled them slightly. I arched my back, and between us, we found the perfect angle—the one that would take me to bliss and make me forget what a fucking stupid idea this was.
Rory licked and sucked my clit.
I was losing my mind.
This was perfect.
“Come for me, Lace. I need you to come all over my fingers. Let me taste you. Then I can give you my dick. You love my dick. Come for me.” He reached up with his free hand and squeezed my nipple, hard. He massaged my breast, and I bucked harder.
Taking it as a sign, he nipped my clit before soothing it with his tongue.
“Jesus, Rory. Fuck. RORY!” Lights exploded behind my eyelids and I convulsed as I forced my body onto his hand, trying to milk his digits and extend the pleasure blasting through my body.
My pussy throbbed as the pulsing began to ease, but my body wasn’t done with Rory Thompson quite yet. The orgasm had been powerful, yet my body needed more.
Rory grinned and withdrew his fingers, lifting them to his mouth. I was almost embarrassed by how wet they were.
“That was amazing,” he said once he’d licked his fingers clean. “How are you feeling?”
I bit my lip. “Rory ...”
“I get it. I’ll go.”
“No.” I was still torn about what we were doing, but I wanted it to continue. I could go back to hating him in the morning. “Stay. Fuck me.”
“You sure?”
“Fucking hell, Rory, do you need an engraved invitation?”
He rolled his eyes as he leaned over, found his jeans and fished in his pocket for his wallet. He produced it and removed a condom while I slid myself up the bed until my head rested on the pillows. I licked my lips as he slid the latex down his large, hard cock.
He glanced up at me, then crawled onto the bed and between my legs. When he slammed his mouth onto mine, I was immediately overtaken with the kiss. Dragging my nails down his back, I gripped his backside, urging his hard length against me. His hands were under me—one guiding my head, the other angling my hips so we rubbed deliciously against each other, trying to get closer and closer.
I wanted to be melded to this man.
When he lifted his hips and took hold of his cock at last, I moaned my dissatisfaction at the loss of contact. He chuckled before driving into me in one swift movement.
I gasped. It had been a few months since I’d slept with anyone, and a long time since I’d had such a big cock in me.
Rory stilled, and I wriggled, getting used to his girth and length. His features were a mask of concern as he lifted his head and looked at me.
I smiled. “Are you just going to lie there? I thought the point of this was to move.”
I tugged his head down for another kiss as I began to rock my hips, and Rory got the message. He slid out of me almost to the tip, then slid back in, so slowly it was almost painful. The fucker was teasing me.
I pressed my lips to his throat. He’d always had a sensitive throat—I could get him to do anything by kissing him there.
“Faster, baby,” I whispered, peppering little kisses to the skin over his Adam’s apple.
“Witch!” he hissed, but he sped up.
I wrapped my legs around him and we were off. A race to climax. One he always let me win, because he was a gentleman.
I looked down between our bodies and could just see his wet shaft moving in and out of me. His chest rubbed against my nipples, increasing the tension pooling in my core.
Rory unwrapped my hands from his neck and raised them above my head. Widening his stance, he spread me wider for him and started to pump harder and faster. T
he friction was insane.
“Rory, that’s sooo good.”
“You feel amazing, Lace.”
“I love your cock.”
“I love your pussy. So wet, so warm. So tight. Like the first time.”
I clenched my muscles and loved the rumble that came from his chest. He narrowed his gaze at me, and I giggled. While we’d always had amazing chemistry, we’d also had fun even when we’d been so turned on. I clenched again and he gasped
“Yes, I meant to do that,” I said. “You love it. Don’t you?”
“Your pussy does seem to contain magic. Now let me show you my magic tricks.”
He held my wrists with one hand and moved the other to my pussy, circling my clit with his thumb.
“Rory! That’s too good.”
He rolled his hips as he kissed my neck. My clit throbbed. I was on the cusp.
He slammed his cock into me harder, his hand falling away from my clit as he used it to balance himself. I thrust to meet him. Once, twice. I needed this. I needed him. I’d missed it so much.
“I’m coming,” I cried as ecstasy flooded me. I pressed my head back in the pillow and moaned his name. He didn’t slow. He gave me no quarter.
“Fuck, fuck, baby.” His rhythm faltered as he let go of my wrists and pushed into me a few more times. I couldn’t count. I was aware of his cock moving in and out of me as I pulsed around him, but I was boneless and panting, watching him through half-closed lids.
“LACE! FUCK!”
The warmth of his cum filled the condom as he stilled above me, thrusting slowly in an out before he collapsed half on top of me, half on the bed.
I dragged air into my lungs, staring at the ceiling.
Shit, shit, shit.
I’d known what I was doing, but I’d forgotten it was this good with Rory—or maybe we were both better after six years apart.
I ran my fingers lightly up and down his spine. He groaned and pulled out of me, climbing off the bed and disposing of the condom in the bin nearby.
He crawled back onto the bed and pulled me into his arms. “Regrets?”
I peered up into his eyes. I shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. Can’t complain about the sex, though. It was great.”
“Just great?”
I shook my head. “You know it was amazing.”
“It was mind blowing.”
I wanted to preen. He must have been able to get any woman he wanted, and he must have had amazing sex all the time. Nevertheless, he still liked it with me—more than liked it.
He ran a finger between my breasts. I was covered in a sheen of sweat, and normally I would mind, but with Rory, I didn’t. We’d always been comfortable together. He used to come into the bathroom and pee while I was in the shower. Sometimes more. I’d yell at him and complain, but he’d just laugh.
He trailed his finger down my belly to my sex. When he dipped it into my folds, I opened for him and glanced down to see his cock was coming back to life. He leaned over and kissed me slowly and passionately. Our tongues met, and I knew this was not just for tonight. I was his again. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the kiss.
Rory must have felt my muscles relax. “Oh no, on your hands and knees, sweetheart. I’m taking you from behind. I love that cute arse of yours, especially your birthmark.”
“You’re very demanding, in your old age,” I said, moving into position and looking at him over my shoulder. I’d forgotten his obsession with my birthmark.
Thwack.
He grinned, and I wriggled my arse into the palm of his hand as he soothed it.
“You like that?” he asked.
Fuck, I liked everything with Rory. I always had.
“No,” I said, petulantly.
“Sorry, I won’t do it again.” He bent down and kissed my arse cheek. “I should have asked. I’m a dick.” He kissed my pussy before licking it.
“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
