Three.
Rogan’s eyes fill with tears. He pulls in a shuddering breath, shaking his head as though he dare not believe I’m real. His fists clench. I track the slight movement, my heart tightening at the sign of distress, and then, in four long strides, his mouth is suddenly on mine.
We come together in a desperate explosion of need and disbelief. Fiercely we cling to each other, my body fitting against his as though we were created that way. I gasp at the sudden frenzied contact, and he swallows it down, consuming everything I am and so much more. Rogan drinks me down like I’m everything he needs to survive, and I claim him just as greedily.
He cups my face, his fingers threading through my curls. His kiss is exultant, his tongue composing hymns of moans and needy exclamations with mine. He tastes like the antidote to a poison that’s been threatening my very soul. Every doubt, every second thought and what if burns to ashes in the blaze of what ignites between us. It’s more than anything I’ve ever felt before, and all at once, his lips on mine, his body pressing in against me isn’t enough.
I need more.
Ineedhim.
Heat roars through me as I grab onto his shoulders and pull myself up. Without missing a beat, he reaches down and cups my ass, bringing my face even with his. I take control of our kiss, twining my tongue with his, lacing every stroke, suck, and nip with my building want. I grind my hips against the muscles of his stomach, surprised by the flash of sensation that zips through me from that friction alone.
Well, hello, washboard abs, allow me to introduce you to my very eager clit.
“Lennox,” Rogan rumbles as he tries to pull away, but I’m not having it. Whatever needs to be said can be said later, right now all we need isthis. I answer the question in his tone by crashing my mouth back to his, and he gives into me exactly like I want him to.
He starts to carry me out of the kitchen, and I kiss my way down his jaw to his ear, directing him where to go, between nipping at his lobe and kissing a trail down his neck. His large hands tighten on my ass as he stalks down the hallway to the guest room. I grind against him as he goes, loving the deep moan it elicits as I do.
“We need to talk, I have to tell you—”
“Later,” I interrupt breathily. “There will be time later,” I reassure him, but it doesn’t take much coaxing to keep his focus on the urgent need circulating between us. He carries me into the room, kicking the door closed with his foot, and the next thing I know, my back is pressed against the cool wall, and Rogan is once again kissing the ever-loving fuck out of me.
There’s no questioning how badly he needs this too. It’s in his taste, in the way he holds me like there’s nothing in this world that could ever make him let me go. He rolls his hips up into my spread thighs, his hard length grinding against me tantalizingly, promising me themoreI’m so desperate for.
I reach over his shoulder and start bunching the fabric of his too soft shirt as I try to pull it up and off. He leans back, pinning me against the wall with his hips, and rips it off with lightning fast speed. Part of me is disappointed; I kind of want to savor the strip tease, but the other part of me, the fiendish part, screamslater, bitchand then redirects all moisture and focus directly to our vagina.
I pull my shirt off too, reaching for the bralette I have on underneath, but Rogan beats me to it, pulling the fabric down like some savage animal so that my breasts spill out. Without hesitation, he wraps his luscious lips around one of my nipples.
Fuck, that’s hot.
I moan as he sucks hard and then flicks his tongue against the sensitive peak. Eagerly, he thrusts up against me again, and I’m both incredibly turned on and pissed that his pants haven’t spontaneously combusted yet and freed his dick.
Where’s a Circummancer and a little bit of flame when you need it?
I reach down between us and start working on his fly. I’m so lost to how good he feels pressed against me, sucking on me while he taunts my pussy with all that delicious friction he’s creating, that I can’t do much more than tug on his jeans. Luckily, he quickly gets what I’m after and pulls us away from the wall, setting me on my feet.
My inner fiend sounds the alarm and starts to defiantly slash war paint across her cheeks, clearly unhappy with this turn of events. I focus my gaze on Rogan as he unbuttons his jeans and quickly lowers his zipper, and my hormones immediately stop revolting and catch on to what’s about to go down.
Quickly, I rip my bralette over my head and push my leggings down my hips. Hisget naked fastplan is a solid one. My underwear comes off with my leggings, and while Rogan smoothly steps out of his jeans, I have to start hopping around to try and get these clingy fuckers off my feet. With a frustrated growl, I finally manage to free myself, and I’ve barely regained my balance before Rogan is practically tackling me against the wall again.
I open my mouth to point out that there is in fact a very available bed located in the room we’re currently occupying, but when he palms my ass tightly, lifting me up so he can then drag my bare pussy down the length of his deliciously hard, very thick cock, I flip the bird to the bed, because this wall is where it’s at.
We both moan in unison as my wet arousal coats his long shaft. I bury my fingers in his dark brown locks as he moves me up and down his steely length, building the anticipation and tormenting me with this titillating contact that’s so good and yet still not enough. My breasts are pressed against his warm hard chest, his muscles rippling and undulating against me. I never thought someone’s skin smoothed against mine could feel so fucking good. I whimper desperately as he kisses up my neck and sucks on the skin just below my ear.
“What should our safe word be?” he baits, whispering huskily into my ear, his breath tickling and taunting as he slowly parts the lips of my pussy with the tip of his cock.
So close, but not nearly close enough.
I frustratedly clench down against nothing, the need to have him inside of me right now all I can focus on. “Rogan,” I plead as I brush my lips against his jaw and try to press down onto his thick waiting length. He holds me tight, not allowing me to move even a centimeter, and I feel a slight whine sneak into my voice as I lick the edge of his jaw and then demand in his ear for him to “fuck me...now.”
“That’ll do,” he growls approvingly, and then with one powerful thrust, he’s deep inside of me. We both moan loudly, lost to the exquisite sensation of it all. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I met you,” he confesses against my lips, his hand tilting my head back until our eyes meet.
I stare into my favorite color of green, thinking about how I almost lost this. I almost didn’t see it, didn’t let myself seehim,until it was too late. “I’ve wanted you to do this from the first time I body checked you. If you hadn’t started in on that familiar bullshit, I probably would have convinced you to bend me over the reading table right there and then.”
“Mmmmm,” he hums as he pulls out of me and then thrusts back in. “I would have fucked you on the reading table, the front counter, I would have taken you against every shelf and surface in that shop. You’re the most breathtaking creature I’ve ever seen. That mouth of yours, your kind heart, andfuck, the way you taste and feel, it’s been impossible not to want you, Lennox,” he tells me, pulling out at the end of each statement and thrusting deeply back inside of me.
I pant against his declarations, an orgasm already building from his raw confessions and the languid assured pace he’s setting. His words and sentiments play at my heart while his dick hits all of the right spots that make me weak and pliant.
