Spurred on by my response, Rory increases the pressure of his fingers. My eyes snap open as heat flares through me, my entire body clenching with a jolt of pleasure.
Hungry to get my hands on him too, I reach down between us and find the hem of his shirt and shift him enough that I can yank it over his head. It takes his hands away from my body for a second, but it’s worth it for the view.
His chest is well defined, leading down to a firm and toned stomach and a trail of hair that disappears into the waistband of his gym shorts. He’s hotter than hell and just as dangerous for me, and I feel like I might spontaneously combust just from looking at him.
After giving me a few seconds to blatantly ogle him, Rory’s arms come around me, and he grips my ass hard, dragging me closer and into another messy kiss.
Our lips collide, and as our tongues dance, every single thought seems to flee my head.
The only thing I’m focused on in this moment is the hot, slick feeling of his mouth against mine and the way I can feel him getting hard under me. I rock against him, whimpering softly when I hit the bulge of his cock just right, sparking heat between our bodies.
He groans, fingers digging harder into my ass, and I wonder if he’s going to leave fingerprints behind. I sort of hope he does. I don’t know why, but I like the idea of being marked by him, of him leaving an imprint of himself on my body.
Maybe it’s because some part of my brain knows how stupid this is. It knows this should never happen again—that it shouldn’t even be happening now—and it wants something to remember him by.
His hands roam up and down my back, then wind into my hair once more, yanking my head to the side so he can kiss at my neck, blazing a hot trail from ear to shoulder with his mouth.
“Rory,” I pant. “Fuck.”
He just laughs again and surges his hips up so he can grind against me. The heat between us just keeps climbing, wrapping around us like a bubble that shields us from the rest of the world. I’m only focused on the man beneath me, the heat and hardness of him, the way his mouth feels as it roams over my neck.
I reach down and stroke him through the thin material of his gym shorts, and I’m rewarded with a muted curse and another pulse of his hips pressing upward. He’s so hard, and I keep teasing him, dragging the fabric of his shorts against the curve of his dick until he growls in frustration.
In a second, he’s moving, dumping me off his lap onto my back on the bed. He shifts up onto his knees for a second so he can shuck off his shorts, and I stare at the sight of him completely naked.
He’s the tallest and the bulkiest of the three guys I’ve been forced to live with, and he has a cock to match. It’s thick and long with a slight curve in the shaft, and Jesus—it’s just as goddamned fucking hot as the rest of him.
If I wasn’t already wet as hell, I definitely would be now.
“See something you like, Hurricane?” he teases, taking in my expression with heated eyes.
I can barely respond. My mouth has gone completely dry as I take in his cock and the rest of his body. His skin is tanned, a little lighter at his hips and thighs where it’s gotten less sun, and there are so many chiseled planes of muscle that my greedy gaze can’t even take them all in at once. I want to run my tongue over each one.
Before I can try to lick him all over, he moves closer and grabs me again, lying down on his back and pulling me on top of him.
Instead of being in a position to kiss him again, he arranges us so I’m staring right at his cock, watching the bead of precum ooze at the tip. The sight makes my mouth water, and I don’t need any more encouragement to lean down and work my mouth over the head of his cock, licking up that salty drip with relish.
“Oh, fuck,” Rory groans. “Should’ve known you’d be as talented with your mouth as you are with your fists. Goddamn.”
I smirk and work myself lower, taking him halfway down. This position makes it so when I spread my legs wider, Rory has a firsthand view of my soaking wet pussy, and my walls clench as my body reacts to that thought.
The first touch of his tongue against me makes me jump, even though I’ve been expecting it. I can practically feel the smirk against my folds as he drags his tongue in a slow line, like he wants to lick me up. It feels fucking good, and I moan around my mouthful, lowering my hips even more so that I’m practically sitting right on his face.
Rory grabs my hips, keeping me in place, and he works his tongue in another slow line, determined to make me feel every inch of it as he savors me. For a second, I’m lost in what he’s doing and the way it makes me feel, but then I remember that there’s a cock in my mouth and two can play this game.
While he’s teasing me, I tease him right back. I draw myself up his cock, letting my tongue tease and swirl around the shaft, until just the head is left in my mouth. While he laps shallowly at my pussy, I suckle at the mushroom head of his dick, pressing my tongue against the slit and leaving the rest untouched.
His hips buck up a little, trying to bury the rest of his dick in my mouth, but I don’t give in. Instead, I press my hips down further, clit throbbing with need. It’s pretty clear that this is going to be a give and take, and Rory chuckles, the sound half muffled in my wetness.
But he gets the picture and is clearly done being a tease. His tongue finds my clit with easy precision, and he presses the tip right to it, giving it a firm flick that makes my breath catch. I don’t know what it is about being eaten out that always makes me go a little melty, but it always seems to happen. And Rory is fucking good with his mouth.
He brings his hand into it too, taking one off of my hip and stroking the parts of my pussy not being worked over by his tongue. His fingers glide around my folds until they find the center and my wet hole, and then he slides one thick finger inside, making me moan ag
ain.
As a reward for him making me feel good, I work my way right back down on his cock, sucking messily, letting spit slick the slide as I hum around him.
Rory’s hips buck up again, and I let him do it this time, allowing his cock to hit me in the back of the throat. It’s big enough that I gag a bit, but that doesn’t take me out of my rhythm even a little.