Chapter 15
Rory
She looked up at me with hooded eyes, a mixture of lust and defiance swirling within their depths.
“I’m not one to back down from a challenge,” she replied, her voice thick with desire.
I smirked as I traced a finger along her jawline. “Good. Because I don’t plan on going easy on you.”
She let out a soft gasp as I trailed my hand lower. And I felt her shiver in waves in anticipation. “I wouldn’t want it any other way,” she breathed out, her voice catching on the last word.
I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just inches away from hers. “Then brace yourself,” I growled lowly before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss that left even me breathless and wanting more.
“I need you,” she whispered against my lips, her voice filled with longing and urgency .
I pulled back slightly. This was the moment. Did I want to sleep with the enemy?
But when I looked into her eyes, all thoughts of that flew out the door. “You have me completely.”
With renewed confidence that this wasn’t going to end with me jerking myself off in my room, my hands boldly explored the contours of her body with a fervor that bordered on desperation. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathing and the soft rustle of our clothes as they were stripped off, thrown forgotten to the floor.
The moonlight spilled through the window, painting our bodies in silver light, and it was at that moment, skin against skin, that felt like a piece of a puzzle that was missing in my life was just found.
I paused, my eyes searching hers for any hint of hesitation. Finding none, I pressed my lips along her neck, tracing a line of kisses that sent jolts of pleasure radiating through her. Kat’s fingers tangled in my hair, urging me closer as if I could somehow meld us into one.
There was only one way to fix that. I pushed myself to my knees and hiked my hands under her hips. She was biting her lip when I said, “If any of this hurts your leg, you just say so, and we stop.”
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I reached up to trace the line of his jaw, feeling the slight roughness of his stubble against my fingertips. His lips parted slightly, and a low growl escaped him as he captured my finger in his mouth. I snatched it away, only to wrap my arm around his neck and pull him close. A dance of our tongues ensued, our unspoken words melding into one.
Suddenly, he pulled away from me. His eyes were clouded with desire but also something else… hesitation. “Shit... I’m sorry. I... I forgot something.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Forgot what?” I managed to choke out.
Rory met my gaze again and smiled sheepishly. “A condom.”
If he thinks he was getting off that easy he had another thought coming. Jerking my hips upward, my pussy lips eagerly welcomed the tip of his shaft inside me.
He jerked back, but I hooked my good leg around him, making sure he stayed put and said, “Not so fast buddy. I’m on the pill.”
“Are you sure about this?” he asked huskily, his voice thick with need.
I met his gaze, my own eyes filled with determination and desire. “I’m clean… are you? ”
His eyes darkened as he chuckled, his dick bobbing close to my pussy. “Absolutely.”
“Good. In that case, I’ve never been surer of something in my life,” I replied.
Rory’s response was a growl of approval as he eased in just a tad further. I tensed slightly in anticipation of that stretching sensation to come.
“Relax my little kitten,” he murmured against my ear, his voice a soothing balm over my nerves. “I’ll go slow, I promise.”
“And I promise you, I won’t break,” I shook my head as I darted my tongue across my lips. “And you don’t have to go slow.”
He chuckled as he eased in a bit more. “You feel soooo good,” he groaned out, his muscles straining with restraint. “Tight... so damn tight.”
His words stoked the fire within me, and I found myself arching up towards him for more. He was more than willing to accommodate as he pushed in all the way to the hilt.
For a moment we lay there, adjusting to each other’s rhythms before starting to move in sync. His hips rolled against me, creating delicious friction that sent sparks of pleasure that soared through my veins.
I raked my nails across his back and squeezed my eyes shut as the first wave of ecstasy crashed over me. I was in awe; never have I felt the skilled touch of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.
As his pace quickened and his ragged breathing echoed in my ear he warned, “I’m close, Kat.”
That was all it took for me to join him on the edge of the abyss. With a cry I started to climax around him, my vaginal walls tightened as stars shone brightly behind my closed eyes. He captured my mouth, swallowing that cry as he froze momentarily, then started to shudder before pumping his hips in long languid strokes until he froze once again, and then, I could feel his shaft pulsating inside me.
Collapsing onto the bed together, our hearts pounded in unison, and despite everything, I couldn’t help but smile.
The sheets were a crumpled mess— evidence of the urgency that had unfolded. I shifted beneath him, the afterglow making my skin sensitive to every brush of fabric and press of flesh. As his weight settled more firmly against me, a tangle of emotions knotted in my chest.
To say what we just shared was a mistake was an understatement, but it was a mistake I was glad that happened.
I looked up from where my head rested on his chest. “This was a one-time thing; you know that right?” I asked, as I traced his jawline with my fingertip.
He lifted his head from the pillow. His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to freeze as I waited for his reply.
“Absolutely.”
His answer should have reassured me, but instead it made me feel empty.
A pained look, or maybe relief, flashed across his face so quickly, I almost didn’t catch it. He said it so fast, with such an ease that for a fleeting moment, I thought he hated it.
He likely did. Which was fine, because I did too. Well, that’s what I told myself. A one-time thing, because there was nothing between us other than physical attraction, and what we shared was a mutual understanding between two consenting adults. It was easier to tell myself that.
But not really.
I would burrow that lie deep within me, buried deep within the wall I had carefully constructed over the years. Self preservation is what I call it. Because I refuse to admit, even silently, that it had been the most mind-blowing sex of my life. Not when we disliked each other so much in every sense of the word.
I watched him as he traced circles over my arm, each stroke getting slower and slower as his eyelids slowly drifted down. A strand of hair fell carelessly over his forehead, and I reached up to brush it aside, only for it to fall back.
I said nothing about how he made me feel. His ego didn’t need stroking, it already was big enough. And anything in relation to what we had just shared would crack open doors better left closed, I decided as I drifted off to sleep in his embrace.