I’m wet for him and I’ve only ever loathed the thought of this before.
“Take my cock out,” he tells me.
I reach inside of his briefs and unwrap him, and he’s bigger than I remember from watching him shower and his skin is all velvet.
When I stroke him in my palm, he reaches down and stops me.
“Condom?”
His voice is strained, rough. And I like that.
“Fuck me raw,” I tell him. “I want you to.”
“I don’t do that,” he says, but already he’s doing it with me, because he’s sliding against me and soaking himself in my want for him.
He groans again. But still doesn’t push inside and I’m impatient now.
“What’s the hurry?” he asks.
His eyes are searching mine for answers, and I don’t have any to give. Only that, my pulse is thumping harder now. And I’m afraid that I’m right.
That this won’t bring me pleasure, but only pain. I reach forward and tap my fingers against his chest in time to his heartbeat while he watches me.
“You make the line go away.”
He doesn’t understand, but how could he?
“Is that bad?”
“Yes. It’s not what I want.”
He kisses me on the lips, and I open my mouth for him. My body relaxes slightly, and one of his hands moves down to cup me before he drags his thumb over my clit.
“I want you to come on my cock,” he says. “And then you can have what ye want.”
I nod, and he slides up inside of me. Both of us are dead still and I’m full and it doesn’t hurt but I’m too stiff and Rory sees it.
“Scarlett?” he whispers as he nibbles on my ear.
“Yes?”
“You won’t use me to punish yourself,” he says. “Whatever crazy notion you’ve got up in that head of yours, let it go now. Relax. You have the control to tell me to stop whenever ye want, sweetheart. And I will. But trust me a little, can ye?”
I lean into him and rest against his chest. Where his skin is warm, and he smells like salt and citrus and ocean breezes. There’s still a scar on his bicep from where I stabbed him and I’ve left my mark on him and I like that.
I touch it with my fingers and he touches me too.
He’s playing with me now. Moving his fingers over me and whispering into my ear. He tells me I’m the most beautiful and hellish woman he’s ever seen. He loves my tits and my ass and that this pussy is his now.
The line is cresting higher and higher. I’m at the peak of a rollercoaster. And I’m about to fall.
The release is violent.
I come on Rory’s cock just like he wanted and I’m squeezing him inside of me and he’s groaning with every contraction. My body has collapsed forward, and the sheer size of him swallows me whole when he wraps his arms around me.
“Now I want ye to fuck me,” he says.
This time, he leans back in the chair and spreads his legs wider.
