Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Ican’t stop pulling him back to me for more.
Everything in me pushes forward, forward, forward.
I don’t know if the screen door is locked and I don’t care. My hands roam over the front of his shirt as Rocco’s mouth explores every inch of my throat. I angle my head to the side and let my eyes flutter closed. His lips are so warm. So perfect.
“If this is too fast for you, Tiffany…”
“Shut up and put your hands on me,” I breathe, not wanting to put any distance between us, even as we kick off our shoes and move into the family room.
Rocco walks away for a moment. The sound of the lock makes my stomach flip-flop.
“You can call this off at any time. I’m locking the door so no one can walk in on us.”
“So you’ve met my family,” I joke, watching his backlit form grow larger and larger as he comes to me, where I’m leaning against the back of the sofa.
“I’m not about giving anyone a show,” he says. He slips his hand under the hem of my hoodie and palms my bare waist. His touch is rough and warm as he presses into me, claiming my mouth.
I get needier the longer we kiss, and my hips start to act on their own, pressing into him. Taking my cue, Rocco leads me around the sofa, where he sits down and positions me crosswise on his lap.
I shiver as my arms circle his strong shoulders.
“Hi,” I whisper.
His hand slips under the hem of my shirt once again, this time caressing my breast. He thumbs the lace over my nipple and groans when I gasp.
He presses his forehead to mine and slips his hand inside my bra.
“I’ve wanted to touch these all day. Watching you run around on the field was making me crazy. Thinking about what was under that oversized hoodie.”
“Ooh, a sexy oversized hoodie makes you crazy? Do you know how slutty you look in those sweaters of yours, Rocco?”
He laughs, and I take this moment to tug the hoodie off over my head. He helps me accomplish this as I struggle.
His hand tugs down the lace of my bra. As my eyes adjust to the dark, I watch as he wets his lips, then licks that wicked tongue over one nipple. My head drops back, and I sweep my fingers through his soft curls as he sucks. And licks. And pulls. The sensation is pure, delicious sin.
Rocco’s mouth then worships the opposite nipple, while working the first one between his forefinger and thumb.
I can’t take this underwire anymore. I reach back to unhook my bra, but Rocco is all over it, swatting my hands away and popping it loose with one quick movement.
“I need to look at you,” he murmurs, still relentlessly worshiping my boobs.
My feet do not touch the floor when we transition to the bedroom, bathed in low light.
Rocco sets me on the bed and helps me tug my jeans off, inch by inch.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says, hovering over me, cupping and squeezing my breasts, my hips, my thighs.
I feel as if I’m the only woman on the planet.
“Rocco, I’ve never done this with the lights on before,” I say.
“Then get ready, baby. I want your eyes on me while I make you come.”
My blood pulses in all the right places.
His hot mouth scorches a trail down my throat and down between my breasts before lavishing my stomach with kisses. I thread my fingers through his hair and rasp, “Tell me what you want me to do for you, Rocco.”
“Just tell me how you want to come. By my hands or my mouth?”
He kneads the flesh inside my thighs as he awaits my answer.
Is this a trick question?
“Mouth,” I squeak.
That mischievous smile returns.
Oh, god.
I gasp as Rocco scoots me to the end of the bed and kneels in front of me. He pulls one thigh on one of his shoulders and spreads me open.
He kisses me from the inside of my knee, slowly working his way upward. His scruff scratches the tender skin of my inner thigh, and my breath catches in my throat.
It feels incredible, but none of it compares to what happens next.
This man tongues the gusset of my panties, groaning against my pussy.
With eyes closed, he bobs up and down, his licks and hot breath soaking the thin cotton material that separates him from everything that aches for him.
I’ve never had anyone torture me like this before, but the view is dirty and delicious and simply… everything.
My fingernails press against his scalp, tugging his hair. “Rocco!”
“I know, baby girl,” he murmurs, kissing my thigh noisily.
He pulls away, tugging at my panties. He rolls them down my legs, and then I’m completely bare to him.
Rocco positions my thigh on his shoulder once again. I'm spread out, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy. But then I forget everything when his full lips meet my pussy.
The gentle side of Rocco is gone.
Decadently, he laps at my core.
It’s all too much for me. I can’t stay upright, but I need to do what he wants, and he wants me to look at him while I come.
When Rocco hitches the other leg over the opposite shoulder, I lose all control.
I am on my back, with my thighs on either side of his head.
“Fucking delicious…fucking perfect…”
His breath, his mouth, his scruff. The vibration of his words, his groans, against my most sensitive skin…it’s all so much.
My hips jerk, pressing back against his mouth, aching for more.
Finally, Rocco wraps his lips around my throbbing clit. The suction, the teasing tongue, ends me.
My orgasm cracks me open, and I spill.
“Rocco!”
I’m still trembling when he crawls up to me and holds me in his arms, sharing my taste with his kiss to my lips. I’m still fluttering and buzzing when he reaches past me, and I hear the crinkle of a wrapper.
And every nerve ending is still zinging with pleasure when he rolls onto his back and hoists me on top of him, his erection pressed between our bodies.
Still breathless, I come to my knees and take him in hand.
He’s thick and hot as I curl my fingers around his girth.
Rocco sucks his breath in through his teeth. “You’re gonna fucking wreck me, aren't you, sweetheart?”
I smile as I coax his rigid length through my wet folds.
I slip him inside. The fit is too tight at first.
Rocco's jaw ticks as I allow him to stretch me.
My body relishes every hard inch until he’s buried to the hilt. Deep and hard and hot, he fills me unlike any other.
I squeeze down on him, and he lets out a curse.
“Fuck me, you feel so fucking good,” he grits out, then takes control with a firm hand on each of my hips.
He can say I’m wrecking him, but he destroys me with one thrust.
And with the next one, drives harder.
My mouth goes slack. I don’t know what to do with my hands, but they itch to torture him.
I reach back and cup his balls, squeezing. Rocco’s eyes roll back in his head. He thrusts hard, lifting us both off the mattress with shocking strength.
The only thing keeping me from collapsing on top of him is his hands holding me up.
“Touch yourself while I fuck you,” he says, breathless. I do as he says, aware I’m on display for him as I pinch one nipple with one hand and reach down to stroke my clit with the other.
His eyes are black as he watches me. As he bounces me on him.
And when he comes, all of our walls shatter together.
“You’re mine!” he roars, his body trembling under me.
Another release takes hold of me, and a second later, I’m on my back.
His broad, golden body is over me, and I sigh.
“Say it,” he seethes, still buried deep inside.
“I’m yours.”
“And who am I, Tiffany?’
“M-mine?”
He nods, kissing me solemnly. “And we’re not going to hide this, are we?”
I shake my head.
“And we’re going to say it was all my idea, to teach the meddlers a lesson,” he laughs.
I shiver in his arms. From release, from laughter, and from excitement for whatever comes next.