My pulse shoots up like I’m running a fifty-yard dash. “You probably shouldn’t tell me that.”
“And you should probably be telling me not to kill people instead of saying I shouldn’t tell you.”
Point. Shouldn’t that have been the first thought to cross my mind? I’m aware that likely means something’s wrong with me. It’s not like I’m sitting here excited by what he did. I’m not a monster, at least I don’t think I am. It’s just something that’s happened around me all my life, and though this wouldn’t matter to other people, I know Rory had a reason.
I lie back on the bed, hands behind my head. “Take off your clothes.”
“Not gonna pretend you don’t want this? Not gonna pretend to try and kick me out?”
“Why would I? You make my dick hard.” I cup my growing bulge. I’m not wearing anything besides boxer briefs, the evidence of my arousal filling them out more and more by the second.
Rory takes off his shoes. “You like what I do.” His shirt comes next. “You like who I am.” He doesn’t let his eyes flick away from me for even a second while he works open his jeans and pulls them down. “You’re so fucking intrigued by me, but it’s not so much the power I hold, is it?” He pulls off his boxer briefs, his hard cock springing free, and tosses them at me. “I mean, you like that—the power. I see it in the way your pupils flare when you look at me, listen to me speak, but it’s more than that. It’s that rush you felt when you were out doing all those naughty things, when you did that naughty thing to me. I give you that, and you crave it.”
He’s right. Damned if he’s not right. There’s no reason to deny it. We’d both know I was lying, so instead, I grab his discarded underwear, pull them to my nose, and breathe in the musky scent of him.
Rory’s dick twitches in response. “Fuck, something about you really does it for me.”
Something about him really does it for me too. “You smell good.”
“I showered before I came over—mostly because of the blood, but also because I knew I would want your dick.”
“Oh, Cherry. It’s not the scent of soap I’m talking about. It’s you…man…the tinge of sweat that’s always on a guy’s balls. I fucking love it.”
His mouth drops open. I swear I can see his pulse beating against his skin. Rory doesn’t wait around to hear what I have to say next, instead climbing on the bed, face between my legs, nuzzling.
“So fucking good,” he agrees, pulling deep breaths in through his nose, before mouthing my dick and balls through the fabric, getting it nice and wet.
“You’ve sucked dick before?” I ask.
“Just Ollie’s,” he replies, and my cock flexes in eagerness. “You like that? Imagining me with them?”
I do. The thought of seeing Rory on his knees for Ollie, sucking Ollie to the back of his throat…there’s no denying that does things to me.
“He tastes really fucking good. I like to lap up all his precum. I wonder if yours tastes as good.”
“Suck it,” I tell him, dying to get out of what little clothes I have on and feel Rory’s mouth around me. Knowing what he did tonight, and that he came here for me because he wants me, maybe needs something from me…there’s nothing like that feeling.
He tugs my underwear off, looking up at me as he presses his tongue against the base of my shaft, then lets it slide all the way up to the tip. Pleasure shoots through me, makes me nearly vibrate out of my skin. Rory flicks his tongue against my piercing, holding my dick up so we can both see the pearl of liquid at the tip.
“Taste it.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” he replies playfully, but I see it in him, see the part of Rory that’s turned on by me telling him what to do. That’s…interesting and fun.
He flicks his tongue over my tip, lapping at the fluid there.
“Well?” I ask.
“I’m not sure yet. I need a bigger test sample.” He strokes me, using his mouth and hand in unison, like he’ll be quizzed on blowing me later. He’s not the most skilled mouth I’ve ever had, but like everything I’ve witnessed in Rory so far, he sucks dick with wild, passionate abandon, chasing fun or a high, in this frantic, hungry, chaotic way that makes my dick throb in his hand and makes me crave more, more, more.
I thread my fingers through his red locks, feel their softness, try to figure out why there’s a smile on my face that has nothing to do with the fact that I’m getting head. God, I’m obsessed with him. Want to know everything about him, want to learn all his quirks and know them like my own.
I thrust up and into his mouth. Rory takes it, looks at me like he’s begging for more, my balls so full, my whole body so eagerly sensitive. Barely a minute ago I thought he wasn’t the most skilled, yet somehow this is the best blowjob I’ve ever had.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come. You have to stop or I’m gonna come.”
Rory pulls off and looks up at me, grinning wildly. “I’mvery, very good at giving head.”
Again, I laugh, something he’s very good at making me do. “Turn around,” I tell him. “I need to get your little cherry hole all opened up for me.”
