by Susan Arden
He tugged the skirt off her hips. “These are beautiful. So sexy. A little secret part of you,” Rory murmured, fingering her only tattoos situated just shy of her hip bone.
A pair of midnight blue inked butterflies in flight. Delicate and representing her and Rory.
“Just like us, about to take off. Aren’t they?” she asked, threading her fingers through his hair.
Chapter 8
“Feel like I’m flying. What about you?” Rory’s hungry gaze collided with hers, and she felt their undeniable connection surge, unleashing a sharp shiver under her skin.
“Sure am with your fingers and mouth,” she agreed.
Rory stripped off her camisole, leaving her standing in only her panties. He recaptured her hips in his hands and licked a wet path from one of her nipples across her chest to the other tip. Sizzling sparks fired through her as he sucked her harder, then bit down lightly, teasing her before grazing his teeth along her tip.
“Baby,” he growled, releasing his hold on her and rising. The friction of his warm smooth skin on her bare breasts made her nipples peak and her pussy swell. He pulled the comforter free from the bed, then pressed his fingers on her hip, locking his eyes with her gaze. “Lay your beautiful body down. I’m going to make you come.”
Under his watchful gaze, she climbed onto the bed. Rory unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them, freeing his cock. Okay, he was more than built. He was massive. She couldn’t breathe—her lungs refused to work at the sight of him naked. Finally.
The image of his thick hard-on was immediately branded in her brain.
Rory followed her onto the bed and climbed between her legs. Bringing her knees upward, he rested her feet on the top of his bent legs. He pulled her panties off her hips as she trembled. She couldn’t help that her eyes widened as she watched him giddy from anticipation. His strong calloused fingers grazed fire across her skin, tracing a path, drawing her panties down her calves.
With her knees up, she shielded her pussy from his view. Lifting her legs, he pulled her free from this last stitch of clothing. Pressing his chest to her knees, they were both naked. Her heart raced and their gazes fused. Raising her arms, she peeled apart her thighs.
She watched as his gaze roamed down her bare skin and stopped between her legs. Rory grazed his fingers through her curls and splayed apart her pussy lips. His whole body went rigid as his cock juddered. “Fuck, Sommer.”
Leaning over her, he swiped his finger across her sex and they both groaned. He slowly circled her entrance, dipping his finger into her arousal. “Gotta feel you.”
“Please,” she begged.
Pulling her down the mattress to him, he thrust his large finger in her. The muscles along his shoulders and arms went rigid. “Baby, you’re tight.”
Oh god, Rory’s finger inside her sent a jolt of racing pleasure into her core. He thrust again and she snapped her hips off the bed. Their gazes locked, and he grazed his palm along her belly. Holding her down, he plunged his finger completely inside her pussy.
She yelled his name and he withdrew, concern tensing his face. “Talk to me, Sommer. Are you okay?”
“Best. Yes. Don’t stop.”
“Sugar, you’re soft. And wet.” As if in reverence, behind half-hooded eyes, Rory peered at her sex, and splayed her lips wider.
He toggled her clit as he thrust his finger deep inside her channel. Over and over, he pumped his arm, delivering longer, harder thrusts. She arched against his hand and her pleasure spiraled. Skimming along the wall of her pussy, he didn’t relent. Her stomach muscles started to tremble. Heat flared under her skin. Her engorged clit pulsed under his finger and she gasped from the waves of pleasure flooding her core.
Sommer’s heart thundered as her eyes rolled back in her head. She cried out, “Rory, I’m coming.” Her sex wept; her orgasm a wild storm.
Pounding his finger deeper, harder, he growled, “That’s it. Give it to me, baby.”
Chapter 9
Rory’s cock jerked painfully. Close to exploding, he fingered Sommer, watching her expression of utter abandonment. Why in the hell had he held this hard-line of no sex? No reason, except he must have been unequivocally delusional.
A second away from his skin sliding over hers. His hard-on juddered, dripping pre cum in need of claiming Sommer. He sucked his girl’s sweet tasting honey and the pressure in his nuts increased. Hunger raged in his blood, primal and bone deep, inciting him to take her. All he had to do was wedge his hips between her thighs, position his crown to her slippery pussy, and they’d find intense relief. Together.
Just oral! He’d set that boundary. His cock harder than a brick and his self-restraint was sorely being tested. He had to lock down his self-control.
Dipping his head, he kissed the smooth skin along her knee as he ran his hands down the insides of her thighs. Slowly, he spread Sommer’s knees, splaying apart her legs. Opening her to him, he drank in her pink, sleek skin glistening, tempting him.
“Baby, open your legs wider.” He repositioned himself, wedging his shoulders in between her legs. When he glanced upward, their gazes fused as he spread her plump lips with his fingers. “You’re so wet.” He flexed his hips, rubbing his hard-on against the mattress. He was close. So unbelievably close to exploding.
Sommer twisted the sheets in her hands as he gave into a bone shattering hunger that had possessed him cell deep. He swiped his tongue over her slick skin. Inhaling the scent of her arousal, he licked her wet cleft as a jolt of fiery lust ignited his hunger.
Holding open her legs and her lips, he dragged his tongue over pure silk. From top to bottom he tasted her as she squirmed. Hungry for more, he pressed his mouth to her heat and this time he latched onto her clit. Sucking gently, he drew her erect nub between his lips, and lightly scraped his teeth across the pearl. Just the tiny sensitive tip, but oh yeah, she responded.
Sommer arched her body and her thighs clamped around his shoulders, and he did it again. He followed up with a long lick across her pussy, tracing her lips from front to back. At the same time, he moved his hand up her body, squeezing her round tit as he lapped up her juices. His girl was wet. So wet and what a wildcat against his mouth. Spearing his tongue into the delta of her sex, he used his mouth and teeth to drive her to the edge.
With her breathy voice, she called out to him as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Rory listened and absorbed what made Sommer go tense and what had her swiveling her hips and begging. She raked her fingers over his head, sometimes yanking like when he licked her clit. Harder if he tongued, sucked, and scraped his teeth over the erect satiny tip.
She was pink and swollen, and he had to feel more of her. Swiping his finger to her entrance, he circled the tiny opening. Slowly, he slid one finger inside her silk, groaning as she clenched around him. Tight. Hot. Wet.
What would it feel like to have her wrapped and pulsing around his shaft? At the thought, he felt his balls hike upward against his body. He pumped his hand into her and damn, she rocked against him, stroke for stroke, until he felt her body tremble and constrict.
If she was wet before, now she soaked his fingers and writhed under him. “Come for me, sugar.” He cupped and lifted her bottom, replacing where his fingers had been with his tongue, owning her pussy with his face.
“Rory,” she cried out and quivered, coming completely undone against his tongue.
“Baby,” he groaned—hungry for her mouth on him. “Keep your legs open. Or so help me.”
Sommer’s half-lidded eyes fluttered as she whimpered, soft sounds emanating from her throat that had him past the point of no return. Rising to his knees, he fisted his dick, drinking in the sight of her swollen flesh. He pumped his hand faster, stroking his palm along his throbbing shaft—hungrier than hell to get off. His whole body felt on fire, he was so near the edge.
“You promised. Let me suck you,” she pleaded in a husky voice, rolling onto her elbow. Rapidly she joined him
, up on her knees, curling her torso over him. Her blond hair formed a curtain, shielding her face.
The first time she sucked his dick into her lush mouth, he wanted to watch. Capturing the silky veil, he held up her hair as Sommer gripped his base. She guided the flared head of his shaft into her wet mouth. So soft. The feel of her plump warm lips on his crown sent a jolt of white-hot pleasure shooting up his cock with her first suck, ricocheting in a tight muscle spasm over his body.
“Again, baby,” he growled. “Suck me again.”
“Like this?” She swiped her tongue over his crown, returning to suck him hard, releasing his dick with a pop.
“Oh yeah.” He rocked his length across her plush lips. Pure animalistic pleasure tore through him.
Rory’s muscles grew taut. Amped up by Sommer’s slick tongue on his cock, he groaned from the intense pleasure and the view. His shaft was sheathed all at once by hot and wet, soft and hard. He hissed from the incredible sensation of Sommer bobbing her mouth up and down his hard-on, sucking his knob. She took his crown to the back of her throat, raking her teeth lightly over his ridge.
Fuck! He headed for the brink.
Threading his fingers through her hair, he wrapped her blond silk tighter around his hand, staring down at the unforgettable sight of her blowing him. “Deeper, baby. Can you take more of me?”
She nodded and he pumped his hips, sliding farther down her throat than before. She blew him greedily and his balls tightened. An electrical skittering began at the base of his spine, growing stronger as she sucked him harder.
He wanted this to last a little longer. Her pink lips wrapped taut around his dick drove him wild. Over and over, he watched his shaft, wet with her saliva, thrust into her mind-blowing mouth. No mistaking the spasm overtaking his torso—he was ready to jet.
He cupped her head, owning her lush lips. Racing against the smolder of liquid fire blazing in his veins, he pumped in short hard thrusts. His muscles contracted as electrified pleasure rocketed up his spine. “Baby, I’m almost there. Better let go.”
“No,” she moaned, holding his crown poised in front of her lips.
Tipping up her face, he drove his rod deeper into her soft, silky mouth. Racing for the edge, he growled, “Sugar, suck me hard. Now!” There!
He locked his fingers around her head, pumping nonstop. His baby blew his cock, milking his balls. She sucked him deep just as he jetted and called out her name. “Sommer!”
His abs clenched as he shot a scalding stream, drenching her mouth. Felt like his mind exploded simultaneously with his nuts and dick. Lifting her up, he cupped her chin and planted a kiss on her puffy lips before they tumbled back on the bed. He landed right next to her and threw his leg over hers, pulling her as close as possible. His heartbeat echoed in his ears as he inhaled Sommer’s flowery fragrance, nuzzling her neck.
Is this what they’d been missing all these years? He could only imagine what it’d be like when he finally drove his cock fully into Sommer, rocking his length deep inside her, joining them as one. God, he had to bridge this abyss of her refusal to marry him and his need to claim her as his. Soon.
“Sommer, marry me. I want you so fucking bad.” He stared down into her beautiful flushed face. His cock was hard again. Harder now that he sampled a release in her presence. “Baby, I need you. All of you.”
She chuckled low and sultry. “I’m right here. Rory, I know we said we wouldn’t do more and I’m not going to suggest it, but maybe tomorrow or the next day. Babe, I can give you relief, if you let me.” Sommer lifted his hand and sucked one of his fingers into her moist mouth.
Every nerve cell in his body echoed the head rush from his release. His muscles contracted and his cock pulsated as his hunger roared to life, more ravenous than before. “Lie back,” he ordered. “Your turn.”
From serrated, his breathing and pulse ignited into the realm of erratic. He fully intended on spreading Sommer wide and tasting her. Every inch of his baby. If he couldn’t dominate her with his cock, he fully intended on possessing her with his tongue. He lifted upward and opened her legs, staring at her glistening pussy. Pink. Perfect. And his.
“Please, Rory.”
“I’m going to give you payback, sugar. I want to hear you scream. Loud. Or I’ll do it again and again. We’ve got all night.”
Chapter 10
All night, Rory touched, kissed, sucked on her body. Explored her beautiful body from top to bottom. Without full penetration, he and Sommer had explored… What was the term she used? Outercourse. Yeah. They outercoursed up one wall and down the other. She showed him how she could drive him crazy with a blowjob and this morning, she could make him hard just by thinking about her sweet mouth. Her lips and tongue exquisitely tormented his cock for hours. Even now, the memory had him diamond-tipped. She rested with her ass cheeks to his groin, and he flexed his body against hers, holding onto her hips, and rubbing his cock against her curves. Again, he pumped his dick along her cheeks and clenched his jaw. The things he wanted to do to Sommer. He toyed with renegotiating their boundaries as he slipped between her legs.
“Morning,” she whispered, curling her fingers around his hard-on and hiked up her hips, letting him slide in between her ass cheeks and dipping between her thighs.
“Excellent morning.” His hunger roared to life as she rode his hard-on. More tempting outercourse. Pre cum dripped from his head and he found her backdoor. Heat blasted over his skin and his muscles contracted as he swiped his crown up and down her ass until she was slippery from his arousal. “If you could only see what I see.”
“Feels pretty sensational,” she whispered, pushing back against him.
“Baby. Pure torture,” he groaned, spreading her cheeks farther apart and skimming the head of his dick over her tight rosette. Gazing downward at the sight of his cock poised and ready, he pumped even harder over her opening. All he had to do was thrust forward as he held her by the hips. Did it count if he fucked her ass?
How much could he get away with and still keep her a virgin?
She pushed back on him and he felt the tip of his cock breach her hot body. Fuck. She was tight, squeezing the ideas from his head. All except for one: driving his dick forward. A couple of inches and she could ride his crown. Not all the way.
“It’s tomorrow. We kept our promise. Please,” she begged in a husky voice, holding still as he stretched her tightness, slick around him, and tempting him to give into his hunger.
“You feel incredible.” Fuck! She stretched around his tip, slipping lower on him and he pumped his hips, ravenous and out of his mind to drive his crown fully inside her. “That’s it. Let me in.”
“You’re huge,” she said hoarsely, digging her fingers into his hands on her hips.
“A little more. God, I’ve got to get inside you.” He had to bury himself deep inside her. Had to feel their bodies connected as she rode him. Pumping his hips, he drove his crown past the ring of muscle, pinning her in place so he could concentrate on not hurting her. First time, it’d be painful. “Hold still. It’ll hurt, but not as much as when I fuck your pussy.”
She stiffened. “How do you know?”
“Baby—” There. He rimmed her and pumped just the head of his shaft vaguely aware of Sommer pulling on his fingers.
“Stop! Stop!”
Shit, his whole body went as rigid as his cock. Was she sayin’ to stop? “Talk to me.”
“How do you know, Rory McLemore?”
His lust soaked brain fought to make sense of her question. “Know what?” He rubbed his hand over her belly, pinpricking sweat erupting as adrenaline dumped into him under the primal instinct to thrust and ball.
“That it’ll hurt less. Have you done this with another girl?”
“No! Baby—”
She tried to pull away. This wasn’t a stop fucking me but an angry incrimination. One he had to dispense with as in now. “Porn,” he half-hollered. “Christ, Somm. What
guy hasn’t watched enough to put two and two together?”
“Is that why you knew what to do last night?”
He was about to admit that his learning curve was due to him watching porn. Shit, did other guys get this question at the point of no return? No time to poll his brothers, and he lowered his voice, prepared to deliver the truth. “Yeah. I’ve watched a few. It’s not like I do it every night, but—”
“It’s okay.” She threaded her fingers with his, wriggling her hips. “I’ve watched them too.”
From having his focus locked down on his cock and her ass, he went from sex to sixty miles an hour, growling out, “What the hell? No!”
All the times he’d watched shit, not once had he entertained the idea that Sommer might be sitting at home, doing the same thing. He closed his eyes, refusing to allow the vision of her pink pussy lips swelling and getting drenched as she fingered herself to the sight of another guy whacking off or throwing a fuck. A good dozen or so questions pirated his brain and he couldn’t get a one out except. “Not anymore you aren’t!”
“If you can cowboy, so can I.” Swaying her hips seductively, Sommer tempted.
Acting on pure instinct, he pulled her tight against him, fisting her hair and spearing her tight rosette with an inch or three of his cock. Without warning, she moaned in pain, jerking her hips as her body tightened.
She clamped around his throbbing cock and he looked down, unable to do more than stare for a beat. Ramrod stiff, his dick stood out from his body and was held in place between the cleft of her round ass cheeks. “Baby, are you all right?”
Squeezing his fingers, Sommer groaned softly. “Yeah. Give me a minute.”
