“Shit. I’m sorry I fell asleep.”
“It’s okay. I just finished a little while ago.” He looks at me and grins. I’ve never in my life been happier that I bought someone a gift.
“And then you decided to watch me?”
“I always watch you. You just don’t always know it.”
Goose bumps travel up my arms, and I welcome the sensation, welcome any feeling Rory gives me.
“You bought me a model plane,” he says again, bemused.
“I wanted to do something nice for you. I couldn’t afford the panties, but since we don’t have to worry about rent now, things are better. I’ll buy you one every day if you want.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t complain.” He smirks, making my heart try to break through my chest and into his. My whole fucking world is wrapped up in him now, like I don’t knowhow I ever existed before him. Like every good thing in my life is tied to him and I just want the ropes tighter and tighter so we’ll never be apart.
It might not be the healthiest way to feel, but I don’t care. I want to burn in this obsession I feel for him, dance in the sweet ruin we’ve left behind, because here, in this world we’ve created, we’re better because of each other.
“I want you to fuck me,” Rory says.
“I always want to fuck you.”
“Go lie in the bed. I’ll be right back.”
Rory closes the bathroom door behind him, and I hear water running—I assume he’s freshening up. Maybe I should have too, but that’s not what he asked me to do. I strip out of my clothes, my dick already hard and throbbing with need. He’s in there for a while, long enough that my dick flags some, but when the door opens, I’m slowly stroking myself back to life again.
“Fuuuck,” I say when I get a good look at him. He’s wearing lacy boy shorts, a pretty red color that looks sexy as hell against his skin. I love seeing him this way, this chaotic, slightly deranged man everyone fears, this man I know is a killer, who has tortured others, but here, for me,withme, we have this.
“Compliment me.” He quirks a brow as he walks over. “Or I’ll think you don’t like what you see.”
“I love what I see so much, my brain stopped working.”
“Then tell me.”
“You’re so fucking pretty, so goddamned hot.” I push onto my knees as he climbs on the bed, my cock red, leaking, and pointing just at him. “You’re mine…my cherry, my killer, my boyfriend. Mine.” I kiss him. “Mine.” Another kiss. “Mine.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Rory
Ifeel funny,my skin buzzing in a completely unfamiliar way.
Shai has made me feel a lot of unexpected things, confusing things, but it’s all amped up now, supercharged, all of it flowing through me, making me feel alive and jittery and powerful and…soft?
His.
Loved.
He wraps his arms around me, grabs my ass, pulls me closer, the lace rubbing against my ass and painfully swollen cock. We’re chest to chest, rutting against each other as he takes possession of my mouth.
I don’t have to think when I’m with Shai. The loud noises that are always in my head, playing in the background, are somehow dimmed when he’s with me, when he touches me, when he tells me he loves me. I never expected anyone to love me, and now I have my chosen familyandShai, and with him, everything ismore.
I’m surprised when he lifts my arm and buries his face in my pit, licking and sucking and kissing. It makes my dick even harder, makes me feel like I’m going to bust out of these panties, the lace getting tighter and tighter. No one has everdone that to me before. Who the fuck knew the armpit was such an erogenous zone?
“Fuck.” I reach down, stroke his precum-slicked cock, while he moves from one armpit to the other, rubbing his face on me, licking the sweat off my skin and making my whole fucking world spin. “I want to do that to you.”
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
I lift his arm, breathe him in, sweat, musk, and Shai. I want to bathe in it, in him. I rub my cheek against him the way he did with me, take a swipe with my tongue, taste the salt of him, his hair against my tongue, then do it again and again. He grabs my face and seals our mouths together, both of us kissing hungrily, like we’re starving men and everything we need is in each other’s mouths. His hands run up and down my body, and I stroke his cock, palm his ass, all that emotion, all that lust, and…it’s there, I know it’s there, building higher and higher, that feeling I thought I wouldn’t be able to find, but it’s in Shai. I push him down to the bed, straddle him, thrust against his dick, the lace making me feel sexier than I ever have, before I take his mouth again.
