The heat in my cheeks doubled, but I held his gaze. He closed the distance between us, pushing some wet strands of my hair behind my ear.
“Turn around.” He ordered and the dominant tone—so different from the soft and playful one he’d used seconds ago—awoke any senses that weren’t already firing at full capacity.
I took a second too long to do what I was told, and he spun me around, so I faced the large mirror over my bathroom countertop. Heat blazed between my thighs as he pushed me from behind until my hips pressed against the marble. With one strong hand splayed across my back, he gave me a gentle nudge until I was leaning with my elbows on the cold surface. His knees brushed the back of my legs as he bent slightly over me, never losing my gaze in the mirror.
“I want you to watch me fuck you.” His blue eyes were molten, and an ache wrenched itself low in my belly. He cupped my breasts as he kissed the back of my neck, down my spine, and back up again before he teased my wet center with the tip of his cock.
I gripped the countertop to keep from turning into a puddle but quickly moved to help guide him in, to put an end to his teasing.
He spun me back around, shaking his finger. “No. You watch.”
His demand, paired with the full blasting light in the bathroom, turned up the intensity of the moment, though I didn’t know how that was possible. The muscles in his abdomen flexed as he moved behind me and good Lord he was more glorious in this light than he had been in his loft. Nothing was hidden in the view in the mirror, and I couldn’t help the wetness that slicked my thighs at the sight of his control over my body.
I tossed my hair over my shoulder, fully submitting to him as he rubbed his hands over my bare back. His thumbs worked over my hips, teasing with their proximity to my aching pussy. I arched my back, moving against his cock, trying to somehow draw it inside me without my hands.
Rory growled. “So fucking wet already.”
I reached around and grabbed his hip, urging him closer. His wicked smirk had me wanting to spin around and demand he get inside me before I burst, but he quickly slid his free hand around me, stroking my clit with just enough pressure to make me buck backward against him.
“Rory,” I begged.
“Say it.”
A thrill rushed through me, hot and pulsing. I knew from our night at his place what he needed—confirmation I wanted him as badly as possible.
“Fuck me already,” I begged, knowing it turned him on that much more when I dropped the F-bomb.
He slammed inside me, all while keeping his fingers expertly massaging my clit, and the combination was perfection. I coiled inside, the pleasure hitting a crescendo as he thrust inside me over and over. I arched my head back and closed my eyes, my orgasm on the tip of his cock, but he froze.
“Eyes open, Red.”
I snapped them open, locking onto to his molten-blue gaze in the mirror. “Watch me make you come.”
Holy shit, the mouth on this man.
I clenched around him and bucked against his hand. I couldn’t help but notice how wild my own eyes were, or how delicious he looked behind me, inside me. He fit so well, rocking within me in the perfect rhythm. He relinquished control of my hip, grabbed my breast, and pinched my nipple at the same time as he did my clit with his other hand.
“Oh, God, Rory!” I gasped, the pleasure hitting me in a hard wave that crashed inside me, forcing trembles to wrack my body. He held me steady, his eyes locked onto mine in the mirror, watching me shake with ecstasy as he made good on his promise.
I sucked in a few deep breaths, recovering quickly as he continued to thrust. In a fast motion, I shoved him away enough for him to slip outside and for me to spin around. I hopped up onto the counter, bracing my hands on the edge for leverage.
“Your turn.” I opened my legs, beckoning him back inside. He complied, the sweet motion of his reentry igniting all my already over-sensitive nerves again.
I locked my ankles around his waist and took control of the pace by squeezing my thighs around him. I rocked him in and out of me so hard, and so fast he didn’t know what hit him—the shock evident in his wide, hot gaze which shifted from me to the mirror behind me.
His cock grew harder within my walls, and he gripped my ass, pumping against me to match my pace. That sweet pressure grew, spiraling low in my belly. A low growl escaped his mouth, and I moaned in response, another orgasm shaking my core as he came inside me.
I continued to ride him, working myself slowly down until I only slightly trembled against him. He pressed his forehead against my breasts, his hot breaths coming in ragged gasps against my skin.
Wrapping my arms around him, I held him to me, not wanting to let go, relishing the quiet moments after being so incredibly high. It didn’t get any better than this. I knew that, now. Nothing would ever match how Rory could successfully push me to the edge; I just couldn’t help but selfishly want him to crash over it with me.
Chapter 11
Rory
“Finally get your shit together, old man?” Bentley—the rookie still vying for Gage’s spot on the team—checked my shoulder as he skated passed me.
“Watch your mouth, kid. Wouldn’t want to be forced to make an example out of you.” I eyed him from under my helmet as we warmed up on the ice before the game. Today’s game was important, and I wasn’t letting that little shit in my head.
“Doubt that.” The kid skated within an inch of my face. “In fact, it’s been what? Four weeks since your last good brawl? I bet you’re fucking dying for a fight.”
Adrenaline surged in my blood, the old sensation I was much too familiar with—the one that ended fights, not started them. “You itching for a beating, Bentley? Didn’t peg you for a submissive but hell, what you do off the ice is your own business.” Gage skidded to a stop beside me. “Find someone else,” I continued.
Bentley laughed. “That’s right, I forgot. Your new chick put your balls on a keychain she keeps in her purse. Tell me, did she split them with Coach?”
I clenched my hand into a fist, ready to fly at him but the idea of the backlash for myself and Paige stopped me. Gage was in front of me before I could make a move, but it wasn’t necessary. He tilted his head. “You good, bro?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said, eyeing Bentley. “Little boy knows he can’t fuck with you anymore. I’m the next best choice.”