Chapter 24 #3
The humor faded gradually beneath something quieter.
I touched her face, giving her the same opportunity to step away that she had given me downstairs.
She didn't. Her hands settled against my chest, then slid beneath my jacket as the kiss deepened, warm and unhurried despite the tension that had been building between us for days.
I took my time with her, not because fear was slowing me down but because, for once, fear wasn't controlling the moment at all.
For the first time in longer than I could remember, wanting someone didn't feel like standing at the edge of an inevitable loss. It felt like being allowed to choose something without first calculating how badly it might hurt when it disappeared.
When Skye whispered my name against my mouth, it wasn't Callum.
It wasn't Irish.
"Rory."
I closed my eyes.
Then kissed her again. Part of me felt weird standing here kissing her in my childhood home after being gone for so long. We didn’t worry about new sheets, we didn’t worry about memories. We just saw each other and what we needed from each other.
My hands slid against her soft skin, causing goosebumps to pop up where my hands traveled.
Her deep sigh made me smile. I refused to let this moment be rushed.
I slid a finger against her collarbone with a slight caress and felt her shiver before following it with my lips.
I used everything I had, my lips, tongue, teeth, as I memorized every part of her body.
She was mine. Even if for just this one night, she was right where she should be.
In my arms and I was determined to make her see it too.
I made quick work of her clothes until she stood in front of me in nothing but a white lace bra and matching panties. She didn’t have on anything fancy. No thongs or g strings. Just a small pair of lace shorts. They were tight against her skin and came down in a V shape below her belly button.
I lifted my hand to slowly lower one of her bra straps and kissed her shoulder before doing the same thing to the other side.
When I stepped up closer to her I felt the heat radiate from her body and looked down to see her looking up at me.
Her lips were swollen from my kiss and her cheeks were flushed but that isn’t what made my cock get even harder.
It was the hunger staring back at me from her eyes.
She wanted me as much as I wanted her. My hands caressed her back down until I reached the clasp that held the last piece of fabric shielding her tits from my eyes.
As I unclasped it and it fell to the ground I heard her gasp.
I couldn’t help the grin as I looked into her eyes. Then my own eyes dropped down to see her breasts. They were more than a handful and full. Her rosy pink nipples stood taut and hard, ready for my hands and lips and I gave in. My head dropped to pull one into my mouth and I sucked it hard.
“Oh god. Yes.”
I could only hum my approval at her words as I moved to the other breast before placing a kiss to the skin in between them.
Slowly I lowered myself to my knees and looked up at her as my fingers hooked on the sides of her panties.
The brief nod was all I needed as I slowly pulled them down her legs and was given the pleasure of seeing her pretty pussy, ripe and ready for me.
I didn’t even wait to remove her panties completely before leaning forward and swiping my lips across her lips.
I was rewarded with another gasp as one of her hands slid through my hair.
Sliding the panties completely off I raised one leg and slid off the lace and smiled up at her.
I knew that she thought I was going to put her leg back down but that wasn’t my intention.
Instead, I lifted it to my shoulder and spread her wide open to my view.
Taking my thumb and forefinger I spread her pussy as wide as I could and then leaned forward to get my first real taste of her.
Something I had been craving and not even realizing it.
Her moan was deep and loud and it just encouraged me to continue.
Before I knew what I was doing I was devouring her amongst her pleas for more.
“Oh god Rory, Yes. Right there.”
I continued to hum along her skin.
“Please don’t stop. Oh my god I’m going to come.”
I felt her explode and licked every bit of her release I could.
Standing I held her against me as I felt her shiver from the orgasm.
But I didn’t stop there. My cock was screaming and pushing against the zipper of my pants.
I slowly removed my cut and laid it on the chair before turning back to her.
She stood in front of me completely naked and unashamed of it.
My eyes couldn’t get enough of the sight.
My shirt followed and then I reached for my belt and the button and my pants.
I let them fall to the floor and her gasp as she looked at my cock.
I don’t know if the gasp was because I went commando or because of the size.
I knew I was blessed more than most men and I saw her eyes widen even more as she continued to stare.
Then I watched the tip of her tongue peek out and run along the top of her lips.
My cock jumped at the sight and I felt it begin to weep.
She began to walk toward me and then there was no thinking as I slipped an arm around her and brought her against me. Her nipples seared my chest and my hips ground against her pushing my cock against her stomach and we both groaned.
“You are beautiful.” My words were just whispers but I knew she heard me as her lips lifted to mine and she kissed me.
I slipped my tongue into her mouth, twirling it against hers and heard us both moan.
My cock strained even more and I felt her small hand wrap around me and move along my length.
Jolts of pleasure shot through me and my hips began to move of their own accord.
It wasn’t enough though and before she could continue I walked to the bed and laid her down.
Neither of us cared about anything but being together at that point.
Her legs wrapped around me as I slid into her.
I went slowly, letting her adjust to me and stopped before I was fully inside.
There weren’t many who could take all of me. She looked up with a frown.
“More Rory. I want all of you. Don’t hold back on me.”
I groaned. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her look said it all and I continued to push inside her until she had taken my full length. I looked down and didn’t see any pain only pleasure. “Fuck baby you take me so well. Damn your pussy was made for me.”
She smiled up at me. “Show me what you can do with it and fuck me.”
I did just that, slowly at first until we were both moaning and she was yelling for more.
It was the first time I let myself go completely with a woman.
I was always so worried about hurting them but Skye took everything I had and demanded more.
I gave her what she needed and when I felt her tight pussy clench my cock I let go and let her milk me for everything I had.
At some point we got up and got clean sheets from a drawer. They had been there for so long I was surprised they were still useful. There was no blanket but we had the heat of each other and rolled up into more sheets. My hands couldn’t rest and I couldn’t get enough of her through the night.
I woke slowly to pale morning light moving across the ceiling and the unfamiliar warmth of another body tucked against my side.
For one disorienting second, I didn't know where I was.
Then Skye shifted beneath the blanket, one hand resting loosely against my chest, and the room returned around me.
Recognition settled slowly as I took in my old bedroom, the farmhouse around us, and pale morning light spilling through the window. I had stayed.
That realization came before anything else.
Not the fact that Skye was naked beneath the blankets beside me, though my body was considerably interested in remembering that. Not the fact that we'd slept only a few hours. Not even the quiet shock of waking inside a house where I had once believed I would never sleep again.
I had stayed.
For fifteen years, I had left before morning whenever staying meant giving someone the chance to matter too much. Even after the club became family, there were still parts of me built around departure, around making sure I could walk away before anyone had enough of me to become another grave.
Skye stirred and her eyes opened gradually. For a moment she looked confused before her eyes found me and realization shone through.
"Morning."
Her voice was rough with sleep.
"Aye."
She studied my face.
"You stayed."
I should have made a joke.
Should have asked where else I was supposed to go when she had half the blanket wrapped around one leg.
Instead, I reached up and moved a strand of hair away from her cheek.
"Aye."
Something softened in her expression.
She didn't make the moment bigger than I could carry.
That was another thing I loved about her, and the thought made me stop before I could follow it any farther. It felt too soon and far too dangerous, but the problem was that it didn't feel untrue enough to dismiss.
Skye's fingertips moved lightly over my chest.
"You okay?"
I looked toward the ceiling, then around the room, listening to the old farmhouse waking around us.
For the first time since I'd crossed its threshold, the silence wasn't filled entirely by the dead.
"No," I said.
Her gaze returned to mine.
"But I think I'm getting there."
She nodded and rested her head against my shoulder again.
I wrapped my arm around her.
Outside, wind moved through the hedgerow and rain began tapping gently against the window, the same weather that had followed so many of my worst memories of this place.
This morning it sounded different.
Maybe the house hadn't changed or maybe I had.
And for once, I didn't need to leave before I found out.