Chapter 12
Chapter twelve
Wyatt
Aweek had passed since our kiss, and my mind wasn’t any clearer—at least about Harper and how she might feel.
However, I couldn’t stop thinking about Rory.
He was on my mind twenty-four seven, and I missed being around him, which was crazy, since we’d only known each other for a short stint.
Yet the more we texted, the more I craved being around him in person.
And having him in my apartment would be the utmost temptation, because my cock had healed enough that I should be able to have sex again. Fuck.
I wanted to get off so damn badly. My balls ached something fierce, but I also clung to the excuse of asking him first.
If he gave the all-clear, I might’ve fantasized a few dozen times about what we could get up to.
If his interest hadn’t waned.
I scrubbed my face and then picked up the spatula, pushing around the mushrooms sizzling on the skillet with some wine as I prepared a late dinner.
He was coming straight from work, so chances were he hadn’t eaten yet.
If I wanted to impress him a little with my skill in the kitchen, then that was my business.
The time ticked down faster than I was prepared for, and the chicken cooked to perfection in the marsala sauce I’d made, fluffy rice already prepared in a different bowl.
God, what if he found this lame, or way too much effort for a casual hang?
I hadn’t specified what the fuck we were doing tonight, though I sure as fuck wouldn’t turn down sex if it was on the table.
Even the thought had my cock stiffening.
It was a reflex with the amount of gay porn I’d consumed the past week.
Hell, it was a reflex because I hadn’t come in weeks. And while I wasn’t a slave to sex by any means, I’d gone from a sexless marriage where no one got close enough to spark the attention anyway to experiencing that chemistry all. The. Time.
A knock sounded at the door, and my heart took off.
I turned the burner off and sauntered over to the door. God, I hadn’t experienced these sorts of nerves since I was in high school and had first asked Susie out. Was this what dating would be like? Just having to go through this panic every damn time?
I hated it already. Stability was something I liked—craved—even if it made me a little boring to past friends, to my brothers and my parents.
And yet I found myself drawn to my complete opposite.
I tugged the door open and swallowed my tongue.
Rory wore a backwards baseball cap and a tank under his open jacket, his black jeans shredded at the knees.
Those blue eyes were so intense I could drown in them, his lashes long and dark, and damn, that pouty mouth.
I remembered how good it felt pressed against mine.
What would he look like stripped down and begging? Ngh.
Heat flared through me, and my feet moved closer to him before I could catch myself.
What was I going to do, kiss him?
“Hey,” he said, his eyes blown with the same lust percolating through his veins.
“Fuck,” I murmured, my voice coming out hoarse. He licked his lips nice and slow, those gorgeous eyes pleading. I wasn’t immune.
I leaned in and kissed him.
The taste of him was everything I’d been craving for a week now—mint gum and something intrinsically Rory.
I wrapped my hand around his nape, licking into his mouth as I deepened the kiss.
Fire lit me up inside, coursing from head to toe.
God, the anxiety that had bubbled up within me dissipated like a spring breeze.
Kissing Rory was addictive in a way I wasn’t used to.
I wasn’t someone controlled by impulses, but he’d become my exception.
Rory let out a soft moan, his palm pressed against my chest, resting there.
I gripped his hips, drawing him in even closer until no space existed between us as I savored the taste of him, the feel of him against me, the emotions he stirred inside me.
A crisp, indefinable scent always lingered around him, but I drank it in, savoring every detail.
The heat that sparked between us was the sort I hadn’t realized I’d been missing while married to Susie—a wildfire so fierce it almost terrified me.
When I pulled back, his chest heaved, and his lips looked even more gorgeous spit-slicked. I nipped at his lower lip and then, my hand still on his hip, guided him into my apartment.
“Well, that was one hell of a greeting,” he said. The grin that crinkled his eyes was so genuine my heart stutter-stopped.
“Sorry?” I said, even though I wasn’t.
“Nah, greet me like that anytime you like.” He wandered past me and into my kitchen, not even waiting for the tour. I liked how free he felt in my space, how he made himself comfortable wherever he went. Rory stepped up to the stove. “Did you make food? That smells damn delicious.”
“Figured you might be hungry.”
“Fuck me,” he swore, and then he glanced up, a wicked light in his eyes. “Though I wouldn’t be opposed to that either.”
Well, damn. He’d answered that question. I couldn’t help but follow him, sliding into his space as if the pull to him was magnetic. “Why don’t we eat first? Better to build up stamina, right?” My voice came out husky with the sheer amount of lust I pinned back.
I reached past him to tug open the cabinet, my arm grazing his shoulder in the process as I grabbed two plates.
His breath hitched, and fuck, any wait would be agonizing.
Especially with the sheer amount he’d been starring in my fantasies as of late.
However, I needed the time to adjust to having him in my apartment, to accept that this was happening.
The night at the club felt like a dream, one I hadn’t been sure existed, yet this?
This was real in a whole different way. Intimate beyond just the physical.
“You do realize if you want to fuck me tonight, I’ll be eating light?” Rory said, leaning against the counter. His eyebrow was cocked, and his eyes glittered with the wicked expression I’d fast become enamored with.
I blinked for a second, registering his bluntness. “Well, I’ll be honest. I had no clue about that.” I moved on automatic, setting out plates and silverware at the kitchen table I’d built myself after I started renting here.
“I’ll forgive you if you promise to dick me down good,” Rory teased as he batted his lashes.
Fuck. He was aggressive in the best sort of way, which cut through any of the dithering or self-doubts that had been plaguing me earlier. The worries that I was too boring didn’t even stand a chance against his searing gaze.
“Think I can handle that,” I responded, trying to ignore how my cock woke up.
I busied myself with setting the marsala and rice on the plate with some broccoli, and I went lighter on the portion size for Rory.
Susie and I hadn’t been particularly adventurous, and it had been too long since I’d had sex, but I had a new piercing to try out and wildness I’d been leashing for years.
The hunger that consumed me formed a second pulse.
“You’re making it impossible for me to eat.
You know that, right?” Rory said, chewing on his lower lip.
He hopped up onto the empty spot on the kitchen table and spread his legs.
The hard length down the side of his jeans grew clearer than ever, and my breath hitched.
Fuck. Sprawled back, he looked like a goddamn invitation, and I struggled hard to resist.
“You’re going to be relentless, aren’t you?” I countered.
Rory waggled his brows. “It’s one of my best qualities.”
“Then relentlessly eat your damn food,” I teased back, settling into my seat.
“Mm, keep up the attitude, Daddy,” Rory said. “I think I like bossy on you.”
God, his mouth was going to kill me. Yet he hopped off the table and took a seat across from me, tangling his legs with mine.
The contact made me soar. I’d gone from minimal human touch to having him up in my space every time we hung out, and I was so addicted that I didn’t know how I’d ever quit.
Rory struck me as the casual type, down for a hookup but not more, yet that had never been me.
However, I also wasn’t about to turn down a chance with him, whatever that looked like.
“You’re such a brat. Think I need to spank that ass?” I shot back. The attempt was to tease, but Rory’s eyes widened, flaring with heat. My heart thudded a little harder. I’d never spanked anyone, but the visual of him bent over my lap, his ass bared…damn.
“Is that an offer?” Rory asked, hopping up from his seat to prowl over to my lap. “Because I sure as hell wouldn’t say no.”
“Is this you trying to earn one?” I arched a brow, glancing down at him there. His weight on my lap felt perfect, and heat rushed through me in a fierce sweep. My cock was hard, and when he twined his arms around my shoulders, I wanted to lean in and kiss him all over again.
“Maybe,” he said, biting his lip. His blue eyes danced with mischief.
“You’re trouble, Rory Brannon,” I murmured, a mere inch away from his mouth.
“Never claimed to be anything else.” He shifted back and forth on my lap, his pert ass grinding against my far-too-erect cock.
I swallowed hard. “You asked for it, then. Spread yourself out over my lap.”
Rory’s eyes widened again. Surprising him sent a secret thrill through me, as if I was capable of new and fresh, as if my life wasn’t in the decline.
“Hell yes.” He hopped up off my lap, and I pushed the seat back and spread my legs. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, but I’d take my time and enjoy whatever moments I got with him.
“We don’t need to get fancy. If you don’t like anything, just tell me to stop, okay?”
“One hundred percent,” Rory responded, all but leaping over my spread legs. He draped over them as if he belonged there. “You’ve got to do the honors, though.”
God yes. I reached beneath him to undo the button of his jeans, then dragged the zipper down.
His breath hitched, and he wriggled a little in my lap, his ass in the air, head hanging down.
I yanked the waistband of his briefs and jeans down in one go, until they were midthigh.
The brush of his erection against my leg sent a wave of lust roaring through me.
Fuck, I wished we were both stripped down for this, just so I could feel skin to skin with him.
His ass was bared to me, and fuuuuck, I wasn’t sure if I’d even last through this.
I reached down and palmed one cheek, mesmerized by the jiggle.
I’d never done this before, but the thought of it made me so achingly hard I could barely breathe.
My balls throbbed, the need to unload more powerful than ever, but instead I focused on Rory’s gorgeous ass.
And how I was going to mark it up.
I drew my hand back and then brought it down with a loud smack. His cheek jiggled from the impact, and he let out a moan. I hadn’t whaled on him with all my might, practicing some restraint, but I’d still swung hard enough that endorphins rushed through me.
“This what you were begging for, baby?” I asked. The endearment slipped out before I could bite it back.
“Yes,” he said, his voice breathy. “More.”
Damn, I could so deliver.
I rained another few spanks down, his cheeks bouncing, his moans starting like a faucet had been turned on.
Fuck. Adrenaline rushed through me with each one.
I gripped the side of his hip to brace him there and used my free hand to land another blow.
Fuck, his ass was perfection. Red bloomed on his cheeks, and he started to writhe in my lap, the movement stimulating my erection that pressed against his hip, and his that rubbed against my leg.
“Can you take a little more?” I asked. “I want to see my marks on your pretty ass.”
“Ohgodyes,” Rory babbled as he thrust his hips forward, grinding against my leg.
I rubbed a circle against his cheek, savoring the heat coming off it, the pinkened skin.
Fuck, what would it be like to spank him hard enough for him to feel that tenderness the next day?
To have him thinking of me every time he sat down?
Headiness swirled through me, and damn, I was so enamored with this—with him.
I brought my hand down on his ass again, over and over, the sound of the smacks echoing through the room.
My palm warmed, with a tingle to it from the impact, and his ass bloomed redder with every spank.
God, if we kept this up, I might come from spanking him alone.
I was fucking dying, the need to nut so intense I could barely focus.
Yet Rory spread over my lap was the most transfixing sight. His dark strands a mess, his breaths heavy, those gorgeous cheeks on perfect display. The thought of spreading them open and sinking into his hole…fuck, bliss radiated through me. What would he taste like?
All of this was new territory, but it sparked my veins to life in a way I’d thought was impossible. As if life was still fresh and full of promise.
I rained another blow down, and his back arched as he let out a long, low moan. I caressed the hot cheek, savoring the plush, warm feel of it, the redness blooming on his skin.
“Fuck, I need you now,” Rory begged. “Please, fuck me.”
I caressed his other cheek, heat pulsing through me from his words. Yeah, no way in hell could I turn down that invitation.
“Palms on the table, ass out,” I said, speaking my fantasies to life.
We quickly barreled toward the point of no return, but I wouldn’t step back even if I could.