40. Rook
Chapter forty
Rook
I spent the two-hour ride back to Tilly’s house in shock. She loves me. That stupid smile I can’t get rid of is still plastered on my face.
“Are you coming in?” she asks as we pull up in the driveway.
“Isn’t Rian home?”
“Nope, he and Layla went to some convention with a few of the guys. He said he was gonna crash there with them.” My mind trips over itself, with possibilities of where the night could take us.
“I was going to ask if you wanted to come to mine,” I say.
“Tomorrow?”
“Why not now?” I tease, sliding my gloves off.
“Rook, I’ve just spent two hours plastered to your back after you declared your love for me in a brewery parking lot.”
I rub my mouth, not being able to hide my grin. “I do believe you declared your love for me in that parking lot too.”
With a mischievous smile, she traces her finger down the zipper of my jacket, stopping right before she gets to the good stuff.
“Then let me show you how much I love you.” For a moment, her seductiveness gives way to a hint of shyness before she confidently makes her way towards the door, her ass swaying enticingly as she walks. Hitting the doorway, she punches in the code before glancing at me over her shoulder. “Or should I just show myself?” She disappears inside, leaving the door wide open.
Fuck, this girl will be the death of me. Sprinting towards the door, I slide to a stop as I find her at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me with a cheeky grin on her face. She knew I would come running.
We don’t waste a second before we’re all over each other, lips and tongues entwined. I kick the door closed as our clothes start to come off while we climb the stairs. I reach out, catching her as she trips trying to walk backwards, her amazing tits on display in the sexy lace bra she’s wearing.
“Fuck, you are beautiful.” The blush that starts on her face cascades down her chest. Not wanting to waste any more time, I stoop to throw her over my shoulder and she squeals as I slap her denim clad ass. “Which room?”
“End… left,” her breathy response comes from over my shoulder as my stride picks up.
Pushing open the door, I find a room that is very Tilly. Dark, but feminine with a shit ton of pillows. Her beloved guitar sits in the corner, with sheet music all over the floor next to it like she was just playing.
Dropping her on the bed, I lean forward to unbutton her jeans, sliding them down along with her panties, before tossing them into the corner.
She lies back, watching me as with one movement I pull through my belt, tossing it with her clothes, lowering my jeans and boxers. She licks her lips as her eyes rake over my body.
Sitting up, she shuffles closer to the end of the bed, her face in line with my cock, as she looks up at me with doe eyes, feigning innocence. My cock twitches at the sight, throbbing with the need to feel her.
She smiles at my reaction to her, wrapping her plush lips around the head of my cock, slowly lowering, taking me in inch by torturous inch.
“Fuuucckk,” I hiss through my teeth as my head drops back, my hand finding its way into her hair. She hums, the vibration just about has me exploding. “Keep that up, Rockstar, and I’m going to blow down that pretty little throat of yours.”
She hums her approval, and I groan, pulling out, her lips making a smacking sound as she disconnects. I stroke her chin, those lips glistening with my pre-cum. “One day, but not today. I need to feel that perfect fucking pussy wrapped around me.”
Laying back on the bed, she uses her elbows to drag herself closer to the headboard. I follow her like a predator hunting its prey, licking up the length of her leg, pausing right before the apex of her thigh before moving to the other and peppering it with kisses.
Grabbing the edge of her panties between my teeth, I pull gently and she lifts, allowing for my teeth to continue slipping them down her legs. As I trace my way back up her body, her thighs open, unveiling her wet and glistening center to me.
“Fuck, Rockstar, I’ve never seen a meal look so fucking good before. I’ve been starved for this perfect fucking pussy.”
Dragging my tongue over the length of her, she moans, tipping her hips and pushing more into my face. I fucking love it; she tastes so fucking sweet. I groan as I devour her, licking and sucking the tight bud, feeling it throb beneath me.
“Rook…” she gasps, trying to grind harder.
“Easy baby, we aren’t in any rush.” She groans, frustrated as I titer her on the edge. “God you are so fucking wet for me.” Fucking her with my fingers, they quickly become slick with her need and I lap it all up, taking my time bringing her right to the edge and pulling back. Loving every frustrated sigh as she begs, clawing at the bed as her back arches.
She’s practically vibrating on the bed, her moans filling the room and I’m so glad Rian is gone for the night. “That’s it, baby, show me how bad you want my cock.”
“Rook… I need you to fuck me,” she mewls. I grab her hips, flipping us so she now straddles my chest. She bites her lip to hide her smile as she tries to straddle my cock. I stop her, wrapping my arms around her thighs, dragging her back up my chest and away from my cock.
When she whines, I massage her ass. “Soon baby, first you’re going to explode on my face and then you can come all over my cock.”
“Rook… I…”
“You what?” I ask, eyebrow lifting. I see her trying to shrink into herself, and I know exactly what the issue is.
“Rook, I can’t.” She bites her cheek nervously.
“Baby, I’m gonna need you to sit on my face.”
“But I’ll crush you.”
“Then I’ll die the luckiest fucking man in the world. Get that ass up here and sit on my face, Othelia.” When she doesn’t move, I slide my arms back under her thighs, yanking her over my face. She squeals, grabbing onto the headboard, hovering over my lips.
I reach up, punctuating each word with a kiss to her pulsing pussy. “Sit. On. My. Fucking. Face. Othelia.”
By the sixth kiss her pussy drips for me and I lap it up, dragging my tongue over her clit as I pull her down on top of me.
She whimpers as I hit the spot I know she loves. Her hand grips tighter onto the headboard as she starts to grind on my face.
This is fucking heaven, seriously. Fuck Hockey. Fuck anything else that has given me any sort of happiness in my life. Tilly grinding on my face is number one.
Her whimpers turn into moans as she finds her rhythm and I hang on for the ride, sucking and licking as she moves.
When I feel her walls pulsing, I know she is close, looking up at her. Her head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as she’s about to tip over the edge.
I push my mouth against her throbbing clit, sealing my lips around it as I suck.
Screaming, her body clenches, pulsing on my face. Her thighs clench around my head as her climax drips over my face, drenching me, and I’d happily drown in every fucking drop. I kiss and lick her folds as she rides out the wave until her body relaxes.
She drops to the side, crashing against the pillows, exhausted.
“Fuck, I love you,” I whisper as I roll over and crawl up her body. She giggles, wrapping her legs around my ass, and I gasp as my cock glides against her dripping pussy.
I pant as I press in, the feeling too fucking good. I pause as I try to catch my breath.
“Rook,” she whispers, and I look up at her expecting to see hesitation or regret, but all I find is love. I push the rest of the way in as I claim her mouth. Telling her I love her was a revelation. Suddenly, I feel a profound sense of belonging, as if I’ve discovered my true place in the world.
She gasps as I bottom out, and I groan at the feeling of her walls constricting me. “Oh fuck, Tilly.” I pull out to push back in, her legs tightening around my ass, urging me to go harder. She pulls herself up to wrap her arms around my back, our foreheads pressing together, breaths mingling as I continue to drive into her.
“Rook, I’m…” I feel her clenching around me.
“I’m right there with you, baby.” Picking up my pace, her head drops back. I lick and suck at her throat as she groans, screaming out my name as I fall off the cliff and into an oblivion I never want to come back from.
I wake to sunlight filtering in through the shutters. Rolling towards Othelia, I find her side of the bed empty; I sit up and search the room for her, but the door is shut and I’m alone.
I slide on my jeans, leaving them unbuttoned as I open the bedroom door and peek out into the hallway, searching for any sign of her.
I follow the sounds of music and sizzling downstairs, briefly pausing at the mirror in the hall to run my hands through my hair.
Remembering our epic night of lovemaking, I smile as the smell of bacon reaches my nose and my stomach grumbles. It hits me we haven’t eaten since yesterday at the brewery. I enter the kitchen to the best view I could’ve imagined.
Tilly’s wearing my tee from yesterday, bare feet, hair in long messy waves down her back, swaying her naked ass as she sings along with the music playing from the inbuilt speakers.
I spend a few minutes just staring, drinking her in.
She is mine and I fucking love it.
I fucking love her.
My hand covers my smile as she gracefully glides around the kitchen, completely unaware of my presence. I stalk over to her as she slices vegetables on the island.
My hands grip onto her waist as I graze my lips over the shell of her ear. “Morning.”
She melts into me, and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way she softens with me. “Good morning. I woke up hungry, so I thought I’d make you breakfast.”
I press my nose into her hair, coconut and vanilla enveloping me. “I was mad that I woke up alone but then I came in here and realized you were cooking me breakfast, but now I see that you were wearing nothing but my t-shirt and now I’m hungry for a different feast.”
Spinning her around to face me, I lift her up onto a clear spot on the island. She flinches at the coldness of the marble, but her gaze turns heated as I press her back, my mouth gravitating towards my new favorite meal. I smirk when I see she’s already swollen and slick for me.
I lick my lips and gaze up at her, her chest panting as she watches me.
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows. She laughs, throwing her head back against the counter, and I freeze.
When I don’t move, Tilly sits up on her elbows, looking perplexed. “I thought you were hung—” She stops when she says my face. “Rook, what’s wrong?”
My gaze drops back to her and I feel like my world is crashing. How could I have been so stupid to think I could have this happiness? This was never meant to be my life.
I back away until I hit the counter behind me. The jolt as my arm smacks the fry pan filled with the breakfast Tilly had been cooking and it hits the floor sending bacon and bits of eggs scattering across the ground.
I can’t breathe. My chest is squeezing and I feel like I’m eleven again.
While Tilly’s urgent pleas for my attention fill the air, my focus remains fixated on the cluster of white lilies that adorned the center of the island, accompanied by a note scribbled in a familiar, bold red pen.
Can’t wait to meet you. x