Chapter 14
Chapter fourteen
Mac
Rory’s body is beautiful. Nearly as beautiful as the soul it houses.
He is young, obviously, but it is not just his youth that is enchanting. He is an active man, and the evidence of that is here, under his pale skin. Muscles that proclaim a hard day’s work and not performance at a gym.
The skin on his face and hands is darker than the rest of him. Tan lines from the cold Scottish weather. This is not a body that lounges lazily on a beach. This is the body of a man who wraps up against the cold and gets to work.
Rory’s body tells a story while also being a work of art.
I can barely believe that he is spread out naked on my bed.
It feels as if he belongs here, as if it is exactly where he should be.
It is a ridiculous thought, but nevertheless, I’m not letting it go.
I’m going to keep Rory right here all day, if I can.
Forever would be better, but one whole day is a blessing, and I will make it be enough.
Right now, I am exploring every inch of his pale skin with my lips, tongue and teeth. He has hardly any body hair, and the soft, blond hairs that I do find are like finding treasure. I’m tracing the patterns that his freckles make and savoring the taste of him.
Rory is sensitive to my touch. Responsive. His smooth skin dances with goosebumps. He shivers, shudders and moans. All of it is a feast, and I’m a starving man.
I’m giddy with glee, drunk with delight. I barely feel like myself. My thoughts are strange. Freed from their usual well-worn tracks and grooves. I’m seeing things differently, and it is a revelation.
This is by far a better way of spending a rest day than going over procedure manuals. I would choose Rory in my bed over anything. Nothing else is as good as this. Nothing else comes close.
I kiss my way up his neck, over his jaw. He turns towards me, and our lips meet. A groan spills out of me. A deep, rumbling noise that sounds like it comes from my lungs, but I know it in fact comes from my heart.
Kissing Rory Gallacher lights me up. It makes my heart beat and ignites my soul. All the reasons I shouldn’t be doing this seem small, withered and insignificant.
Age? Just a number. The fact I’m his boss?
Job titles do not define a person. The knowledge that to Rory this is just a chapter, an awakening?
I’m here for it. Being his first is a privilege I will cherish for my entire life.
And as for the fact that last time I loved, my heart was shattered and never healed?
Well, that can’t be helped. The past is the past, the future is here.
The kiss deepens. Intensifies. It goes on and on. My hunger grows and grows. I can feel Rory growing eager and pliant. He wants me. This dazzling ray of sunshine incarnate, wants me.
It’s not my place to question, doubt or decline. My role is to accept this unexpected blessing gladly and wholeheartedly.
Reluctantly, I break away from our kiss. Rory deserves far more worship than only a kiss.
He whimpers a protest, but allows my lips to leave. His trust in me is explicit. He allows me to lead and graces me by following.
I kiss my way back over his jaw, down his neck, across his chest. I suck a coral-pink nipple into my mouth, and Rory gasps. His back arches, lifting off the mattress and pushing himself closer to me.
My cock throbs. Delight thrums through my veins, racing and twining with the arousal that’s already flooding me. The effect throws me into full lust, and I surrender to the power of desire. I fall, and it feels like flying.
My awareness is limited to soft sounds. The glide of skin on skin. The quality of the light streaming through the porthole that turns Rory’s hair into spun gold.
The sheets rustle. He grunts, I inhale, breathing him in. We are one. Time spins meaninglessly. There is no before, no after. There is only now. Pleasure, sensation, and Rory in my arms. A dreamlike state of pure bliss.
Until a jolt through my flesh startles me to reality. I nearly came, and now I am aware of everything.
I’m still sucking on his nipple. It’s hard and swollen between my lips. I’m also sliding two lubed fingers in and out of Rory. My free hand is tugging and twisting Rory’s other nipple.
His noises are exquisite. I’m looking up at his face. His eyes are closed. Jaw loose. Soft lips parted. Cheeks flushed pink. A profound expression of serene joy.
It was looking up and witnessing this sight that had nearly pushed me over the edge.
And I’m not as young as Rory. I can no longer come multiple times a night.
My orgasms need to be spent wisely and I need to cum inside him, need to watch Rory fall apart on my cock. I need it more than I need life itself.
I shift position, moving faster than I knew I could. As if my body is trying to disprove my assertion that it’s old.
Leaving the warmth of Rory’s body feels like a sin. I was pressed close to him, breathing in his scent, absorbing his body heat. The feel of him around my fingers was divine.
Now I’m kneeling above him and it feels like I’m a million light-years away. The distance between us is vast, wrong. Hopefully, the sacrifice will be worth it.
Hastily, I roll on a condom. Thankfully, my hands don’t fumble the task.
Rory watches me with gorgeous blue eyes. Bright. Trusting. Hazy with pleasure, as if drunk with it.
It’s the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I drink it down, every nuance of it. I need to capture it as a crystal-clear memory, one I can pull out and admire for years and years.
He huffs out a small sound of impatience. I rouse myself with a shake. He’s right, he’s not here to be stared at adoringly. He’s here to be fucked well. He deserves no less. And a mere heartbeat ago I was damn impatient to get back to him.
My body moves swiftly. I lean over him. I notch my cock against his hole. He breathes, relaxes. Doesn’t look away, just holds my gaze calmly.
I push in, there is a brief moment of resistance, and then I’m past his tight ring of muscle. Into the soft, tight heat of him. He has learned how to take me so well.
His chin lifts as he throws his head back. “MacLeod!”
It’s a cry of pleasure and joy. Euphoria given voice. It stirs my heart and fills me with pride. Nevertheless, I pause, falling motionless.
“Mac,” I say.
His chin lowers, bright blue eyes come back to me. He stares into my soul, and I don’t mind at all.
“What?” he gasps.
“My friends call me Mac,” I say slowly and carefully.
His eyebrows lift. “Am I your friend?”
“Aye, something like that.”
His grin is dazzling. A great beaming thing that seems to imply that the words I just uttered are a revelation.
My gaze drops down to where our bodies are joined. “My cock is in your ass.”
He wheezes out a chuckle. “Right. Yeah. I noticed that.”
“Good to know,” I say wryly.
He chuckles again, and the movement feels good.
“Mac, then? In here?” he asks softly. Tentatively, as if I am bestowing him with a great gift, when surely he knows he is the gift.
I nod.
He smiles. Beautiful and bright. “In that case, you have to call me Rory. In here.”
“Aye. Rory,” I agree, and the shape of his name on my lips feels incredible. I’ve never said his name out loud before. I’m already looking forward to saying it again.
Rory’s grin glows even brighter, and my hips move of their own accord. Driven by instinct and hunger. An inability to wait any longer.
Rory groans, his pupils expand and his iris darkens. Pleasure blooms in his gaze. It’s mesmerizing. Magical and hypnotic. I cannot look away.
My hips keep working, thrusting my cock in and out of him, all while our gazes remain locked together. I’m fucking him and we are staring deep into each other’s eyes.
Usually eye contact is so uncomfortable. Eyes are the window to the soul, they show so much, betray so much. But I want to see all of Rory and I want him to see all of me. No performance, no secrets. Just us. The raw, real us.
Our souls connecting feels right, not wrong. It’s not overwhelming, it’s profound. I could stare into Rory’s eyes forever.
His body tenses beneath me. Muscles constricting. He clenches tightly around my cock. His cock starts to spurt onto his belly.
I watch his eyes as his ecstasy takes him somewhere. His body is still here, beneath me, he is still looking right at me, but he is also somewhere else. Somewhere holy.
I’m witnessing a miracle. A spiritual event. It’s breathtaking. Profound.
And then suddenly I’m following him, and nothing has ever felt more right.