64. Consequences
64
CONSEQUENCES
RORY
T he door to our hotel suite clicks shut behind us. I barely have time to turn around before he’s on me.
“What the hell were you thinking?” His voice holds a dangerous undertone.
I open my mouth to answer, but his hands are already at my waist, pulling me toward him. The oversized jersey I wear— his jersey —bunches under his grip. I’d worn nothing underneath, knowing full well the effect it would have on him.
“Did I not specifically tell you not to wear my jersey to this game?” He growls, his hands tightening on the fabric. “Did I not go over the risks?”
“You did,” I nod in confirmation, biting my lip. Heat pools in my belly under the intensity of his gaze. The two of us alone, in this hotel room… “I just wanted to support you.”
“Support me?” Aidan laughs, but there’s no hint of amusement in his eyes. “Wearing my name, my number, in the middle of their fans? You made yourself a target. Anything could have happened to you.”
“I…” I start, looking away, overwhelmed by the look of pure anguish in his eyes, bleeding through his anger. But his fingers at my jaw stop me, tilting my head back so I have no choice but to look him in the eye.
“Do you have any idea what went through my head every time I looked over and saw you surrounded by them? Toronto’s fans are notoriously unpredictable. They could have hurt you! And for what? You’re lucky Colt was around.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, realizing just how upset I’d made him.
“Sorry isn’t good enough.” Aidan’s expression darkens as his thumb brushes over my lower lip. “Not tonight.”
He steps back, his eyes raking over me, over his jersey . “Take off your shoes.” Aidan’s fingers curl under the hem of his shirt, pulling it off and revealing those sinfully dark tattoos.
My breath hitches, but I obey, guilt facilitating my obedience, kicking off the sneakers I’d worn to the game.
“Pants too.”
I comply, sliding my panties down with them until I’m standing before him wearing only his jersey.
“Now get on your knees.”
I hesitate for a second before slowly sinking to the floor. The position making me feel vulnerable, exposed… and by the way Aidan’s eyes darken… that’s exactly what he wanted.
He steps closer, his fingers tracing the edge of the jersey where it drapes over my shoulder. It sends a shiver straight to my core. I curl my toes in.
“You want to wear this? You want everyone to know who you belong to?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. The air thick with anticipation.
“Then you’re going to prove it.” His hand slides under my chin, tilting my face toward him. “No more games. No more risks. From now on, when it comes to safety , you do exactly as I say or there will be consequences.” His hands go to his belt, unbuckling it and slowly dragging it out.
I nod. My pulse is pounding in my ears. Distracted by the leather belt in his hands. Nervous, but I’m choosing to trust Aidan.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my lip again, slower this time. “Now show me you understand.” He drops his pants and the full length of him springs free, already hard at the sight of me kneeling at his feet, wearing his name and number. He loops the belt in his hands, sliding it around my neck.
I let out a gasp when the belt catches, the leather tight around my throat. Aidan holds the other end in his hand. He gives me a dark smile before he gives it a tug, dragging me toward him.
The air between us crackles with tension as I follow his direction, leaning forward, resting the palms of my hands on his thighs. My movements are tentative at first, but the look in his eyes tells me there’s no room for hesitation.
By wearing his jersey tonight, I claimed Aidan as mine and tonight, I am his—completely and utterly his—and there is no mistaking the consequences of defying him again.
I run the tip of my tongue along the edge of my bottom lip before I part them. I surprise him by taking him deep right away. The belt around my neck tightens when Aidan throws his head back with a groan, “Fucking hell, Rory”
A smile pulls at my lips, and I busy myself licking and sucking, rocking back and forth on my knees as I work him, turning myself on. I squirm at the pressure building between my legs. Sliding one hand down to find relief, I let out a moan of pleasure when my fingers find my already swollen clit.
Aidan’s fingers run through my hair before he fists it, forcing me still. His cock is deep in my mouth when my eyes flick up to meet his. His jaw flexes before he clicks his tongue, “Hands behind your back, little lion.”
I release a growl of frustration but reluctantly drag my hand away from my clit, lacing my fingers behind my back. Aidan smirks at the vibration in my throat.
“Show me what a good girl you can be, and maybe I’ll reward you.” He tugs me forward again, loosening his grip on my hair, but not releasing it entirely, pushing me harder, deeper.
I let him, determined more than ever to show him just how far this former angel has fallen. He may have me on my knees, but he’ll be the one at my mercy. I lift my eyes to his, holding his gaze as I suck hard. His body goes taut with tension and I have to readjust my grip as my body fills with need, letting a little whimper escape. The sound contracts my throat and sends Aidan spiraling over the edge. His fists my hair and the belt tightens as he pushes deep into my throat, finding his release. I take every drop.
He relinquishes his grip on both my hair and the belt when he pulls out, gazing down at me. But instead of satisfaction, there’s a feral gleam in his green eyes. He picks me up. My legs wrap around his torso instinctively as he carries me across the room, setting me down on the empty desk. Aidan kisses me hard before turning his attention to my neck, freeing me from the belt and leaving soft kisses before sinking in his teeth, his hand sliding between my legs, eliciting a scream when he finds my center.
He withdraws his teeth, giving me a knowing look before his head disappears beneath the jersey. I brace myself against the desk as he too dives right in. The scrape of his teeth is a brand new sensation that I decide immediately I need more of. I squeal and sway my hips, gripping his hair to keep myself from sliding off the desk.
He chuckles. His hot breath between my legs sets my entire body on fire. I’m near desperate for release and Aidan knows it, picking up the pace. One of his hands finds my breast and I arch into his palm, begging. He finds one of my nipples, palming it, rolling it between his fingers before pinching hard. The sharp pain coupled with what he’s been doing with his tongue consumes me like wildfire, and I submit to the blaze.
I come hard, but Aidan doesn’t ease off the pressure. Holding me down even when I try to squirm away, the sensation is just too much. His fingers curl inside me, drawing out my climax to the point of torture.
I’m still a trembling mess when he slips his considerable length inside me, rocking the desk into the wall with powerful thrusts, fucking me relentlessly. Building back the pressure he’d just released. My breath quickens. I wrap my legs around him and lock my ankles, clinging to him as I chase that second orgasm. His mouth finds my neck and my body convulses, not fully past my first orgasm, before crashing into my second.
I tighten around him in the wake of the blinding rush ripping through me, and he groans, taking my mouth. His kiss fierce and possessive until he too shatters, raw and unrestrained, until we’re both panting and shaking, our foreheads pressed together.
“Mine,” he breathes, his eyes holding mine captive.
“Yours,” I give in, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He picks me up, carrying me over to the bed. He sets me down gently before fetching a warm towel to clean me up, wasting no time before climbing in beside me.
I move to slip off the jersey, but Aidan’s hand on my arm stops me.
“Leave it on.” He lands a light kiss just behind my ear, brushing my hair away from my face. “Everyone will know Rory O’Rourke is mine.”