Chapter 34
34
JOHNNY
I let Aurora go, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to still keep an eye on her. Being alone in a city as big and unfamiliar as Toronto, it would be far too easy to get lost or hurt or a million other terrifying things that I don’t want to think about.
So, I let her run off, but like a level five stalker, I retraced her steps the moment I got off the elevator. The receptionist wanted nothing to do with me when I asked which way Rory had turned outside of the building, but she didn’t hold off too long. Maybe I looked as concerned as I felt, or maybe she still had a soft spot for my imaginary goldendoodle. Either way, I took off without a second look at the building and its shitty residents.
Luck led me to the park, a tug in my subconscious that I followed blindly. It was easy to spot her on the bench, her blonde hair a shade darker wet. I wanted to run to her but forced myself to lean against the fence and watch her surroundings instead of her, not wanting to intrude on the conversation happening. Even when her sobs tore through the air and landed against my chest like heavy blows, I stayed with my back glued to the fence.
The conversation lasts minutes but feels like hours. I watch her shake and cry and turn damn near blue before tucking the phone back in her pocket and standing, her tears washed away in the rain.
Our eyes meet then. She blinks away her disbelief before smiling at me. It’s a good thing she’s the one to rush toward me because my knees wobble at the sight of those white teeth and crinkles at the corner of her mouth.
“What are you doing here?” she asks in awe, her hands finding purchase on my chest. They spread across the distance of it before smoothing over my shoulders and back again. “You’re soaking wet.”
I cup her cheeks and frown at the frozen skin. The rain stopped bothering me soon after I got to the park, but the thought of her getting sick from standing out in the cold doesn’t sit right with me. “You’re freezing.”
Her smile melts into something soft and smooth. “Not anymore.”
“Are you okay? Can we go back to the hotel?”
“What are you doing here, Johnny? Why are you standing in the rain when you could be somewhere warm and dry? I told you I wanted to be alone.”
“And you thought I’d let you wander around in an unfamiliar place on your own when you’re upset? Come on, darlin’. You know better than that.”
“So, what is it, then? You’re just a nice guy? You were looking out for me?”
I furrow my brows and drift my thumbs over her cheekbones in an attempt to bring some warmth to her skin.
“You tell me, Rory. Why do you think I came after you? Yes, I’m a nice guy, and yes, I was looking out for you. But we both know it’s so much more?—”
“I love you, Johnny.”
My teeth clack from the force I use to shut my mouth. Surprise has me staring at her like an idiot rather than a man who just had a gift laid at his feet .
She laughs so softly I nearly miss it. “I love you. And I’d love if you took me back to our hotel room now.”
I’m positive nothing has ever sounded as good— as right —as those words. They shift my entire world, making it brighter and warmer and complete. My next breath is the clearest I’ve ever taken.
I push my hand behind her head and tip it back while tangling my fingers in her wet hair. Her eyelids droop as I brush my lips over hers and bring our bodies flush. Rain drips down my nose and collects above her top lip, so I lick it off.
“Say it again,” I murmur.
She moves her head side to side. “It’s already two to none.”
“I thought it was obvious,” I say, teasing her just a bit. Fuck knows I can’t help it when it comes to this woman.
Her eyes narrow as she leans up to nip at my mouth, a hand wandering up my neck to tug at the curled hairs there. “Say it.”
“I love you, Aurora Bennett.”
“Then kiss me in the rain, you helpless romantic,” she demands, voice hoarse and breathless.
I don’t have to be told twice. Dropping my mouth, I kiss her softly before slowly starting to press harder. I guide her forward, drawing her up further on her toes to chase me. The effect she has on me is electrifying. Once I get a taste of her, I can’t stop, and once her small hands drop to my hips, I have to force myself off and away before we get a ticket for public indecency.
“Hotel,” she whispers, rubbing her nose to mine.
“Yeah, let’s go to the hotel.”
“We need to get you warmed up,” I say once we step into our hotel room and shrug our dripping jackets off.
We should pick them up and wring them out properly before hanging them to dry, but I’m already trying really hard to focus on not rutting her up against the wall, so I’ll focus on that instead.
“Shower?” she asks, flicking on the light inside the small room and peeking at me over her shoulder.
“Are you inviting me to join you?”
With a roll of her eyes, she pinches the hem of her shirt and peels the wet material from her torso before dropping it on the floor. I stretch, then curl my fingers, taking in the sight of her goosebump-covered skin and hard nipples, which strain inside her bra.
“Shower with me, Johnny. You need one just as bad as I do.”
Permission granted, I’m stepping into the bathroom behind her and cranking the dial in the shower as hot as I think we’ll be able to take. It’s a nice bathroom, with white tile and a glass-doored shower with a separate bathtub. The quality of the space means shit to us right now, though. We could be in a sleazy pay-by-the-hour motel room, and it wouldn’t matter.
“I love you,” I tell her for the millionth time since we slid into the cab outside the park.
She smiles coyly, popping open the button of her jeans and beginning to shimmy them down her thighs. “I love you.”
“You’re not leaving this bathroom without having had my mouth all over you, Rory. I’ve tasted you before, but never when you were mine. Truly mine. I want to start from the beginning all over again.”
Her jeans pool around her ankles before she steps out of them and reaches for me. I go to her without a second thought, her nails scratching my hip bones. When she starts to lift my shirt up, I work on my jeans at the same time. Her palm is so hot against my abs that I jerk at her touch. I’m cold on the outside but burning alive on the inside.
“You’re stealing my thunder,” she says, eyes dropped to watch as I push my briefs and jeans down in one movement. Her throat works with a swallow when my cock slaps against my abdomen, hard and wet with precum. “I was already planning on putting my mouth on you.”
I take two steps backward into the shower and gasp when the scalding water hits my shoulders. Planting my hand on the slick tile wall, I groan, “Come taste, then, darlin’.”
“Say please.”
She sheds her bra and panties and follows me beneath the water, her eyes nearly rolling back at the heat against her frozen skin. I grip my cock in a tight fist and work it in slow movements, teasing myself. I’m harder than I’ve ever fucking been, and it’s all because of the woman in front of me.
With a sigh, she presses me against the wall and licks up my throat. “I’m waiting.”
“Please, sweetheart,” I beg before my mind flashes white. She replaces my hand with hers and squeezes, learning how rock-solid I am. I speak without registering what I’m saying. “Please suck my cock. Take me in your throat and let me fill your belly with cum before I do the same to your pussy.”
“Good boy,” she whispers before lowering herself to the floor of the shower.
“Only yours. I’ll be whatever you want me to be and do whatever you need me to, as long as you’re the only one I do it for.”
She doesn’t answer with words.
Pressing her palm against the underside of my shaft, she holds it against my stomach and draws a hot line with her tongue from my balls all the way to the tip before sucking me deep, moaning loud. I fling my head back, letting it hit the wall as I reach down and smooth my hand over her head.
“How deep can you take me, Rory?”
Fire lights her eyes as she curls her fingers around my shaft and lowers her head, pulling me deeper and deeper before gagging when I hit the back of her throat. Spit drips over the length of me as she retreats and swipes her tongue over the tip.
“Try again, baby. One more time, like the good girl you are,” I coax, so far out of my mind I can’t make much sense out of anything but the pressure building in my groin.
I’ve never felt the need to come so quickly in my life, but the knowledge that she loves me while sucking my cock is driving me so far out of my goddamn mind I’m one breath away from exploding.
She nods, determination tugging at her features before I’m cursing and my balls are drawing up tight. Relaxing her throat, she slips me further than last time and inhales through her nose before pulling back.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth. Swallow it all, baby,” I rasp, my fingers curling in her hair and tugging.
Pressing her thighs together, she nods and sticks out her tongue before jerking my cock into her mouth. She blinks up at me and watches as I come, my lungs pinched tight and thighs shaking.
Cum coats her tongue and slips from the corner of her mouth, but she doesn’t stop stroking me until there’s nothing left and I’m hauling her to her feet.
“Swallow,” I demand.
She does, the elegant lines of her throat stretching with the motion before she parts her lips and shows me it’s gone.
I shake my head, my thoughts scattered as I wrap her in my arms and hold her beneath the water. When my body stops shaking, I realize I was the entire time. From her, not the cold.
“It’s my turn,” I say a moment later, my mouth to her ear.
She shivers, nodding into my chest. “Not here.”
“No. Not here. I want you laid out for me somewhere I can worship you properly.”
I turn off the shower and ignore the towels before leading her out of the bathroom. We drip water onto the carpet as we bypass our suitcases and the small desk before she falls back onto the bed.
Once her head is nestled in the mountain of pillows, I climb on after her. She reaches up to hold my shoulders as I hover above her and trace the edge of her face with my knuckles. Her breath catches when I get to her lips and part them with my thumb.
“You’re so beautiful, Aurora. I never thought I’d find someone like you.”
“Someone like me?”
I hum in approval, kissing her nose while moving a hand down the length of her body. Lush curves and soft skin for miles.
“Someone who hears me and sees me for who I am beneath the humour and the grins. Yeah, that’s who I am most of the time, but with you, I don’t always have to be. You’ve given me the safe space to be myself, and I hope I’ve done that for you as well.”
She jerks her chin, eyes flicking between mine. “You have.”
I drop my head and press my lips to her collarbones, then the swell of both breasts. “You’re strong and kind and brave. You don’t let events from the past dictate who you’ll be in the future. I love that about you. Fuck, I love everything about you.”
Inching down her body, I drag my lips over her breast, laving at her nipple before shifting to the soft, warm skin of her stomach.
“I’d never seen a woman like you before that night in Peakside. You grabbed my attention with no effort. I remember thinking that I had never seen someone as gorgeous as you before. With your deep blue eyes and blonde hair, plump lips the colour of bubble-gum lollipops, and the curves I wanted to feel beneath my palms. I couldn’t have dreamed you up this perfectly.”
She wiggles beneath me, her touch growing harder, more fevered. I keep my gaze on her body as I drag my parted lips over her belly button and between her legs. Her thighs are soft beneath my mouth, and I give them my full attention, kissing and sucking and nipping at them one at a time until she tries to push them together.
“Johnny,” she whispers, fingers scratching at my scalp .
“Yes, darlin’?”
When I look up at her, my breath disappears. I’ve never seen her eyes so bright. So clear. I hold her gaze as I set my mouth over her pussy and lick up her wetness.
“Oh fuck,” she curses, hips jerking up against my face.
She’s drenched, and my eyes roll back as I dip my tongue into her tight hole and feast on her. The panted breaths escaping her are telling enough, but the desperate way in which she touches me adds to my confidence. I could spend hours down here. Days or weeks, even.
Aurora turns me into a feral animal, and I think I could enjoy this feeling for eternity.
“Fuck me, Johnny. Please, I need to feel you inside of me,” she pleads.
I pull my mouth from between her legs and lick my lips before nodding. I’m still rock-solid, not yet sated despite my earlier orgasm. “I’d give you anything you want. Tell me what you need, and you’ll always get it.”
Desperate to sink inside of her for the first time, I go to leap off the bed and grab a condom. Fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me.
“I don’t want anything between us. If you’re okay with that too. I’m on the shot,” she rambles, cheeks pink.
I settle back on top of her, cupping her hip, my thumb stroking the goosebumped flesh. “You’re offering me the chance to feel you for the first time with nothing between us, Rory. That’s real fuckin’ okay with me.”
Her lips tug at the corner. “Then what are you waiting for?”
I don’t tease her back. My heart thrashes in my chest, my love for her spilling over. With a surprisingly steady hand, I hoist her leg around my hip and run my cock over her slit, smearing her wetness along it. She moans softly, covering the hand I have on her hip with hers.
“Are you ready?” I ask, needing to be sure.
“I’m more ready than I’ve ever been for anything. ”
I sink into her as gently as I can. The walls of her sex suck me in, so wet and warm I black out for a moment before blinking back awake to find her staring at me, mouth gaping.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, pulling out to push back in, feeding her a couple more inches this time. “You can take more.”
Her eyes are glazed as she nods, nails digging into the top of my hand. “You feel so good,” she slurs.
Finally, I bottom out and suck in a long breath before slipping back until just the head remains tucked inside of her. When I thrust back in, she cries out, chest bouncing at the impact.
“Do that again,” she orders, fingers dipping between her legs to tug at her clit.
I follow her orders, driving into her with fast, hard thrusts that make the orgasm I had in the shower pale in comparison to the one growing right now. Swatting her hand away from her clit, I replace her fingers with mine. She’s so slick that every swirl of my finger around her clit is sloppy.
Shifting my position, I lower my body over hers and dig my elbow into the mattress so I can kiss her. She whines into my mouth, begging for more and twisting her hips beneath me in search of it.
“Take it, baby. Take this cock and come all over it like my good fucking girl,” I groan, feeling my release climbing closer to the surface. She opens her eyes and nods, my praise feeding her in a way I haven’t experienced before. “Need to feel you gripping me tight when I fill you full of my cum.”
“Yes,” she coos, gripping my shoulders as I fuck her hard, nails digging into my skin. “Almost there. So close.”
“That’s it. That’s fucking it.”
The force of my thrusts has her gasping in pleasure as I twirl her clit between my fingers. Her scream fills the room, and it sparks a flame within me that has me thirsty for the knowledge that everyone in this hotel will know that this woman is mine.
“Now, Rory. Come for me now, baby,” I mutter, my spine tingling as I lose it and flood her walls with cum .
Her pussy quivers and tightens around me as she arches her back and screams again. “Yes! Yes . Oh my God, I’m coming.”
Her words intensify my release. Up becomes down, and off is on as I work her through her orgasm and suck in lungfuls of air. It’s minutes before we stop, both of us falling from the high and smacking back to earth. I bury my face in her neck and cover her sweat-flushed skin with kisses.
“I’ve never, ever had sex like that before,” she admits, still sounding out of breath.
“Me either.”
“You’re the first man I’ve had sex with without a condom.”
I pull my face from her throat and lift my brows in disbelief. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Dipping a hand between her legs, I drag my pointer finger through her lips and find the mess of cum leaking from inside of her. She’s wet and puffy as I scoop it up and push it back inside.
Humming a moan deep in her throat, she asks, “That’s very caveman of you.”
“You make me feel very caveman. Like I should carry you over my shoulder to my lair and keep you there forever.”
She fidgets beneath me and runs her hands up and down my back. “You could.”
“I could, but you’d wind up hitting me over the back of the head with a club eventually. I’d tell one too many bad jokes, and you’d decide enough is enough,” I tease.
“I don’t think I’ll ever think enough is enough with you.”
My chest warms at the admission. “You’ve grown soft on me, darlin’.”
“I don’t hate it, though.”
“No? Good.” I pull my finger free from her pussy and wipe it on my thigh before saying, “We should shower again.”
“In a minute.”
“I’ve heard that before, and we ended up falling asleep.”
“Would it be so bad if we did? ”
I kiss her once more, lingering with my lips brushing hers. “No. But I need to take care of you first this time.”
“Okay,” she agrees on an exhale.
Pulling away from her feels impossible. The moment we’re apart, I want to be right up against her again. She watches me with the same desperate gleam in her eyes, and I wink, loving how she rolls her eyes after.
When I lean back on my knees, she follows before slipping off the bed. I’m glued to her back the moment she steps toward the bathroom, and for the rest of the night, we don’t stray further than an inch from one another.
We can’t bring ourselves to.