Not Just My Heart

by Em Taylor

  However, I didn’t want Lacey to think I only wanted her for sex. Screwing her was great. It was everything I remembered and much more, but my heart was invested too.

  I had no idea where her heart was. Was she in this for the fucking? If that was all I could get, I’d damn well take it.

  I lifted myself to my feet and helped her up. Spinning her around, I unzipped her dress and sucked in a breath as I revealed a black lacy bra and thong, suspender belt, and stockings. Fuck. She was gorgeous.

  I undid her bra, and she shucked out of it. I slipped my arms around her to massage those gorgeous breasts, and she sighed and leaned back against me, surrendering to my touch. She’d always been a sucker for having her breasts played with. And I was a tits guy.

  I pinched her nipples lightly, and she arched her back, whispering my name. I rolled them between my forefingers and thumbs as I peppered her neck with soft kisses. Reading Lacey’s noises was easy. I knew her so well.

  Her whimpers of pleasure gave way to disgruntled moans. I wasn’t going fast enough for her. She began to rub her pert little arse against the front of my kilt and my painfully hard erection.

  I placed a hand over the lace of her thong and stopped her movements. “Are you trying to make me come before I’ve even got my kilt off?”

  She curled her hand around my wrist and pushed it between her legs. “I don’t need foreplay, Rory. I need to be fucked. I’m soaking.”

  “I was trying to be ro ... oh fuck it,” I said. “Get your hands on that dressing table.”

  She did as I commanded, which was even more of a turn on. Hurrying to remove the belt, sporran, and kilt, I dropped them all on the floor.

  Stepping up behind her, I pressed against her arse and moved the string of her thong to the side. Stroking my cock a few times, I slid it between her legs, letting her feel how hard I was for her.

  Her gasp turned into a moan as she rocked against me, coating my cock in her juices.

  I sucked in a breath, trying not to show how fucking insane she was making me.

  “Patience, princess,” I managed in a hoarse whisper.

  “I had plenty of patience all fucking night. Now get inside me.”

  I chuckled, but the second I pushed into her, it turned into a groan. She was fucking tight and wet. Perfect.

  Six years ago, she ruined me for all other women. Maybe she enchanted me. I could almost believe she was a good witch if we went by how good my cock felt.

  “Watch us in the mirror, Lacey. I want to see when you come.”

  Her eyes were glassy with passion and lust, yet she held my gaze as I pumped into her.

  “God. I love you ... r cock.”

  “I never stopped loving you and your tight little pussy,” I said.

  Lacey bit her lip, but her gaze held. I wasn’t going to shy away from how I felt about her.

  “Harder, please.” Her eyes were pleading, like she wanted me to fuck the words away so we could chalk our feelings up to the act of sex and not that we were picking up from where we left off.

  My body wanted to go harder and faster too. Now I’d said it properly, I needed to show her. Needed to mark her. Needed her to know she was mine. But she had to come first because I needed her to know I wasn’t a selfish arsehole. When we’d been younger there were times I hadn’t been able to hold off. That was rarely a problem now. When I’d been with other women, the least I could do if I was fantasising about Lacey was show them a good time and be a considerate fuck.

  Lacey matched me thrust for thrust, and my balls tightened. I thought of my gran sitting on her dirty old chair, chain-smoking. It usually was enough to hold off my orgasm.

  As I ran my hand around Lacey’s hip and between her legs to stroke her clit, she moaned my name. I moved my hand back to hold her by the hips and thrust even faster.

  She tightened her pussy muscles, and I ground my teeth together. Her eyes glinted with mischief before her jaw slackened and she drew in a deep breath.

  “Oh God!” she moaned. Her sweet pussy pulsed around me as I continued to thrust.

  It was like a match lighting an invisible touch paper linked to my own orgasm. My body gave me little warning. The noise emitting from my throat was half growl, half a shout of her name as I erupted into her.

  I slipped my cock out of her and painted her arse with the last couple of spurts of cum, marking her as mine.

  As I still held her gaze, trying to catch my breath, I smeared the white liquid over her soft, pale flesh. Hands covered, I leaned over her and cupped her breasts.

  “Do you mean to cover me in your cum?” she asked, smiling in the mirror. “It’s messy and sticky.”

  “Just staking my claim.”

  “Really? And what if I want to be fuck-buddies?”

  I considered how to answer her. “Then I’m claiming you exclusively as my fuck buddy.”

  “Exclusive, huh?” She turned around in my arms and started to remove my bow tie, avoiding my gaze.

  “Well, I can sleep with other women if you want.”

  Her gaze flicked up to mine and genuine horror filled it at the mere thought, but she covered it and shrugged. “Do what the hell you like.”

  She tried to move out of my arms, but I held her firmly.

  “You know fine that’s not what I want. I wouldn’t have spent six years not getting over you only to fuck it up by sleeping with another woman who can’t hold a candle to you.”

  She started unbuttoning my shirt, a satisfied smile tilting one corner of her mouth. As she ran her fingers over my chest and then down to my abs, I sucked in a breath.

  I tugged off my shirt, then manoeuvred us both over to the bed. Kneeling, I removed my shoes and the long woollen kilt socks, placing the sgian dhu knife on the bedside table.

  Eye level to her pussy, I slid her thong down her legs and helped her step out of it.

  I lifted her leg and placed a delicate kiss on the top of her foot. She wriggled her toes, causing the grey nail varnish to glint in the light.

  I wanted to possess her all. From her toes to the top of her head. Heart and soul. She was not getting rid of me a second time.

  As I nuzzled my way up her leg, my need for her intensified and my caveman-like tendency returned.

  A split second before I pushed my tongue into her wet folds, the word forced itself out of my throat. “Mine!”

  Lacey was, had been, and always would be mine.

  Chapter 20

  Lacey

  WHEN HE GRUNTED “mine” a second before he burrowed his tongue into my pussy and circled my clit, my emotions split in two. One part of me melted. I wanted to belong to Rory Thompson. He was all I had ever wanted, even when I hated the air he breathed. The other part of me knew my parents hated him and told me I was no man’s woman. I was me—an independent, successful professional. However, he was mine as much as I was his. I could be independent and be his. It was my parents who were the real stumbling block.

  Oh God, what is he doing?

  I dropped onto the bed, legs splayed, as he devoured my pussy. I ran my hands through his hair and lifted my hips, urging him on. As he pushed two fingers into me easily, I sat up. “Rory, your cum ...”

  “What about it?”

  “You came inside me without a condom.”

  He frowned. “You said you’re on the pill.”

  “I am, but you’re licking it.”

  “You swallow it, Lace. Besides, mixed with the taste of you, it’s not bad.” He dropped his gaze back to my pussy. “Now, where was I?”

  I pulled my hips away from Rory and he pursed his lips.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Lie on the bed.”

  “On my back?”

  “Yeah.”

  He shrugged and obeyed. I gestured for him to move down the bed a little, then grabbed the pillows and chucked them on the floor. He raised an eyebrow.

  Turning in the opposite direction to the one he was facing, I straddled his face an
d looked down the length of my body. The white of his teeth stood out as he grinned.

  As I took his cock in hand, Rory tugged on my hips. I lowered onto his mouth and sucked the salty crown of his cock into mine. We moaned in unison, and the vibration of his mouth over my aching flesh made me moan louder around his cock.

  Rory devoured my pussy. When he moved one thumb up to the opening of my arse, I tensed. No one except Rory had even touched there. I’d never trusted anyone else enough to indulge in anal play with them.

  Rory removed the digit immediately. “Sorry.”

  I pulled my head away from his cock and looked down the side of my body at him. He stopped what he was doing, concern mixed with dismay written all over his features.

  “It’s fine. Do it again. You just took me by surprise.” I held his gaze and nodded. His features started to relax.

  “Please, Ro.” I hadn’t shortened his name since we’d got back together, and I’d only ever done it in bed. “You’re the only guy I’ve let in there. It feels good.”

  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 21r />
  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.

  “Have we got time for some more sexy times before we have to check out?” I asked.

  She grimaced. “Checkout is in half an hour.”

  “Shit.”

  “Sorry, I should have woken you, but I was enjoying watching you sleep and thinking about what I could do with that.” She pointed at my morning glory.

  “So ... you’ve been thinking about sex?”

  “Yeah.”

  I sat up next to her and flashed her a grin. “If we’ve only got half an hour, I’d better share that big shower with you.”

  She jumped off the bed and hurried to the bathroom. “Okay, but no funny business.”

  “I’m deadly serious, Lacey.” Sliding off the bed, I padded after her.

  She was already under the water when I reached the bathroom. Opening the door, I stepped in with her and shut it behind me so that the spray rushed over us—luke-fucking-warm, I might add because Lacey hated hot showers—I let her lather up her hair with the complimentary shampoo and did the same with my own. Rinsing it quicker, I threw some shower gel over my skin and rinsed that off as well while she’d only just applied the conditioner. I spun her around so her back was to me and began to lather her tits.

  “Rory!” she admonished.

  “You know I can make us both come in a matter of seconds, Lace. Are you saying no?”

  There was a hesitation, and I braced myself to pull away.

  “I’m not saying no, Ro. Just hurry the fuck up because the extra charge will come off my credit card if we’re late.”

  “Such a romantic,” I teased.

  She turned in my arms and pushed herself against the slick wall. “You’re fucking me in a hotel shower. It’s meant to be hot and dirty, not romantic.” She glanced down and I followed her gaze to where she was playing with her own clit.