A little over an hour later and I’m letting myself into her first-floor apartment. The door opens straight into an open plan space, the kitchen is on the right with a built-in island that looks across into the sitting room and dining area. The whole place is bright and white, and airy. It makes you feel like you can breathe.
Heading straight to the kitchen I pour two glasses of white wine and place the rest of the bottle in the fridge. I round the counter, placing the glasses on the table as I throw my jacket on the back of one of the dining chairs. She has jazz playing through the apartment, and it makes me smile, she loves jazz, loves singing it. Her voice is perfect for it.
Taking a sip of the wine, I pull my phone out of my trouser pocket and quickly check I’ve not got anything from my brothers or Ma. Satisfied everything seems to be good I place it back into my pocket and head for the bedroom.
The closer I get the more I hear it, the distinct sounds of heavy breathing, and moaning, the sounds of pleasure. She started before me.
I round the corner to the bedroom and lean against the door frame to watch, “You couldn’t wait huh?”
Her eyes ping open and lock onto mine, she smiles as I raise my eyebrows before raking my eyes over every inch of her naked frame.
Her light brown hair, braided over her right shoulder, the light outside of her window casting a glow over her beautiful white skin. I watch her left hand pulling and twisting on her nipple, her legs spread wide open, her pussy completely exposed to me. My eyes focus on her right hand, her thumb rubbing and pressing on her clit as she slides two of her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her movements slow and controlled, I stalk toward her, placing both glasses down on her bedside.
Kicking off my converse and pulling my t-shirt over my head at the same time, I’m desperate to get out of these clothes, desperate to touch her, to be inside of her.
As I drag my jeans and boxers down my leg, I climb onto the bed, ready to climb over her, but she shakes her head at me. “It’s not your turn yet, you can sit and watch.”
I lean back on my heels and bite my lip. I glare at her pretending I’m pissed, but in reality, I love it when she makes me watch when she takes herself over that edge.
I lick my lips, as I watch her fingers increase their speed pumping in and out of her slick pussy, a moan falling from her lips as her head tips back and her back arches. She’s close…I’m torn between wanting to watch her lose control and wanting to be the one that makes her lose it.
I spit into my hand and wrap it around my shaft, lazily pumping up and down as I keep my eyes focussed on her. I crawl up so I’m situated between her legs, but making sure to give her enough room. I see her stomach muscle tighten, and her legs begin to shake.
I continue to rub my cock up and down increasing the speed, as I tighten my grip, I can feel myself getting closer, I want to get there the same time she does.
“Oh, shit, oh god yes,” she calls out, her toes curl as she slides her legs up toward her body. Her fingers sliding in and out of her soaking wet cunt. I need to get in on the action, I need to taste her.
My hand continues to rub up and down my cock, as my other reaches froward. I slide two of my fingers into her pussy alongside hers. Her breath catches in her throat, it’s so short and rapid. I take a quick glance at her to make sure she’s OK, her body is covered in sweat, her head tipped, eyes closed.
I lean into her, my fingers increasing their speed ensuring hers have enough room. I feel the tingle begin and I pump my fist up and down my cock, faster and faster. Just as I feel it, I lean over her as I curl my fingers inside her pussy hitting the spot that makes her scream, a scream so loud that I know her neighbours are sure to have heard. I give my cock another pull and I look down to watch my cum cover her stomach and chest.
We both ride out our orgasms. I take one prolonged look at her, covered in my cum and sweat. Her porcelain skin now completely heated and a beautiful shade of red and I challenge myself to see if I keep her skin that wonderful shade of red for the rest of the night.
Chapter 3
The skin on my knuckles is white, my grip on the headboard tight as I try to keep my balance as Rory pummels into me from behind. His thrusts are so forceful I can’t stop my breasts from slamming into it, right now I’m pleased there is cushioning on the top half.
His fingers have such a solid grip on my hips I can already feel bruises forming, and I’m pretty sure he’d pulled some strands of hair from my head when he wrapped it around his hand.
I’m worried with how rough he’s being, not for me of course. I love it when he’s like this, I like my sex with more than a bite of pain. I wish he was like this with me more often, but I know he hates hurting me. So if he’s being this rough, then there is something wrong. The last time he was like this, he’d just lost his dad and sister.
His breathing is heavy. As he grunts with each thrust, his speed increases and I know he’s close. I release one of my hands from the headboard and place my fingers on my clit, rubbing and nipping. My body shakes the closer I get, he pulls my head further back, kissing and sucking down the column of my neck, he then turns my face to his, and his lips crash into mine. Swallowing the scream that was just about to escape my lips. I see stars as I soak his cock with my release. It doesn’t take long for him to follow me over that edge. As he pulls away from my mouth and cries out, his fingers providing an immeasurable sting of pain the tighter they grip my hip, his other hand slams into the headboard, when his head dips forward, his forehead resting on my shoulder.
We stay like that for a few minutes catching our breaths, before he pulls out and I hiss at the loss of him inside me.
I flop down onto my back and watch him head into the bathroom to get rid of the condom and clean himself up.
I hear the toilet flush, then the tap running. A minute or so later, he walks back into the bedroom naked as the day he was born, a satisfied smirk across his beautiful face.
He climbs onto the bed and uses a cold wet flannel to clean away the cum from my legs and stomach. I take a small sip of the wine then hand him the glass.
“So…you wanna talk about what’s eating you?”
He chugs the rest of the glass and lies down, his head resting on my chest. His fingers tracing small circles on my stomach “Nothings eating away at me babe.”
I play with his hair, letting him come down from our last high. hoping he’ll be honest, when several minutes pass and it’s clear he’s not going to be honest I try again.
“Rory O’Farrell, I have known you your whole life, I know when there is something wrong. You only ever get rough when you have something playing on your mind.”
