“Can’t leave you with this all night now… wouldn’t be fair.”
I grinned as his hand dived under my boxers. The relief I felt at knowing everything was okay between us. I’d finally let go with him completely was like a huge weight lifting off my chest. I should never have worried about sex between us. We were still working each other out after all. So I let Eric bring me to climax with his hand wrapped around my dick as he stared down at me with those beautiful eyes of his that were the window into his soul. The soul that was completely and utterly entwined with mine.
Chapter 17
I opened my eyes feeling a little groggy and so hot it was as though my skin was burning. The next moment I realised why. The arm under my neck was hooked over my shoulder and possessively cupping my breast. Warm breath fluttered across the back of my neck, a solid body pressed into me and its other arm was laid over my side with the hand splayed out across my stomach. My legs were pinned to the mattress by the one curled over my thigh.
Rory held onto me so tightly as though I was about to bolt at any moment. I craned my head back a little so I could see his face. His eyes were closed and his dirty blonde hair was rumpled. He looked so peaceful. I could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest at my back and his very hard, very big cock pressing into the curve of my behind.
I almost shivered remembering the way he’d fucked me last night. How he’d made me take that huge cock down my throat. And fucked my pussy with so much brutality, I could still feel him there this morning. He held nothing back. Unleashed, wild and untethered, leaving me at the mercy of his hands, his mouth and his cock. He’d made me come so violently, I thought I was about to pass out. The way he’d cared for me afterwards when I told him it was what I needed warmed my fucking soul. He put me in the shower but not before going to my room to get a hairband to tie my hair up first. Rory washed every inch of me gently and thoroughly. He hadn’t let me wash him back but I knew he’d eventually let me do so in time.
When he’d carried me back to bed after drying the both of us, I noticed he’d brought me a clean set of clothes, my hairbrush and PJs which he’d left in a neat pile on his sofa. I forwent clothes in preference to being skin to skin with him. We curled up in bed together after I brushed my hair out. He held me to his chest and told me I was beautiful before pressing a kiss to my temple. That’s how we’d fallen asleep together. In each other’s arms. Sharing the same air with our mouths inches apart.
I felt him stir as his face pressed against my neck, nose nuzzling my skin. The hand across my breast shifted, his thumb swiping over my nipple, making it harden painfully under his touch.
“Ror.” The breathiness of my voice echoed the need building inside me. The ache between my legs switched from sore to pulsating desire.
His hand on my stomach slid between my thighs.
“Has my little star woken up with a needy pussy?” he hissed against my skin as his fingers hooked inside me.
I whimpered. On the one hand, I wanted him in me but on the other, my pussy still hurt from his vicious pounding.
“I’m sore,” I whispered, needing honesty between us.
His fingers turned gentle in an instant. He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. My heart thundered against my chest at the gesture.
“Let me make it better.”
His thumb swiped over my clit, making me jerk in his tight hold. As I did, his cock slid between my cheeks. He groaned a little, grinding against me as he played my body with his fingers. Desire ripped through me, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. Despite everything, I wanted him with a desperation threatening to consume me whole.
“Ror, please.”
“You want me to fuck you even though you’re sore?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, almost desperately grinding back against him.
My body overtook my common sense. Having been deprived of Rory’s touch for so long, all I wanted was to feel him everywhere. Devouring me. Sinking deep inside me. I longed for him in ways I didn’t quite understand.
“I don’t want to hurt you further.”
I mewled as his thumb on my clit grew more insistent.
“Please, please, please.”
He let go of me only to grab his cock between us and notch it to my entrance. He impaled me inch by maddening inch with slow thrusts which sent my pulse skittering. It hurt, but I was so worked up, I didn’t even care about the pain. Feeling him inside me was the sweetest ecstasy imaginable.
“Little star, you’re so hot and tight, fuck. How did I go so long without being inside you? I need you. Fuck. I need you like this so fucking much. My little star. Mine. Fuck. Mine.”
The words were spoken with such agonising intensity laced with need and desire, I didn’t know what to think. I never imagined this much passion from a man so quiet and full of pain inside. Rory just needed someone to love him the way he was. To show him even if he was broken, he still deserved happiness. He still deserved to be free.
The loud pounding on his door made me jump and him freeze.
“Ash… I need to speak to you,” came Quinn’s muffled voice.
Rory let go of me. I felt bereft of his presence and his cock immediately,
