Chapter Sixteen
Shai
I flinch when I feel something brush against my face, my arm shooting out to knock away whatever it is.
Rory laughs.
Jesus, this fucking guy. He’s just, what? Going to sneak into my house, into my room, any time he wants?
“You should know when someone is in your room with you.”
“I was sleeping, you bastard.” I flip on the lamp.
“So? I picked your lock, and your mom slept through it. She woke up when I was in the room, at least. I think she wants to fuck me, by the way. I told her I’m here for you.”
My spine stiffens. It doesn’t surprise me that my mom wants to sleep with Rory, but it does make the back of my neck burn in frustration. I give her fucking everything, would do anything for her. I just want this one thing that’s mine.
“Then I had to pick your bedroom lock too, and I’ve been watching you for ten minutes and you didn’t know,” Rory continues, oblivious to the war raging inside my head.
I rub my eyes. Rory isn’t mine, and I don’t want him to be, right?
“Well, maybe I’m not used to stalkers like you.”
“You should be prepared for anything, especially if you’re going to spend time with me.”
He’s not wrong. “What are you doing here?”
“I killed some people tonight, and now I want to fuck.”
My pulse shoots up like I’m running a fifty-yard dash. “You probably shouldn’t tell me that.”
“And you should probably be telling me not to kill people instead of saying I shouldn’t tell you.”
Point. Shouldn’t that have been the first thought to cross my mind?
I’m aware that likely means something’s wrong with me.
It’s not like I’m sitting here excited by what he did.
I’m not a monster, at least I don’t think I am.
It’s just something that’s happened around me all my life, and though this wouldn’t matter to other people, I know Rory had a reason.
I lie back on the bed, hands behind my head. “Take off your clothes.”
“Not gonna pretend you don’t want this? Not gonna pretend to try and kick me out?”
“Why would I? You make my dick hard.” I cup my growing bulge. I’m not wearing anything besides boxer briefs, the evidence of my arousal filling them out more and more by the second.
Rory takes off his shoes. “You like what I do.” His shirt comes next.
“You like who I am.” He doesn’t let his eyes flick away from me for even a second while he works open his jeans and pulls them down.
“You’re so fucking intrigued by me, but it’s not so much the power I hold, is it?
” He pulls off his boxer briefs, his hard cock springing free, and tosses them at me.
“I mean, you like that—the power. I see it in the way your pupils flare when you look at me, listen to me speak, but it’s more than that.
It’s that rush you felt when you were out doing all those naughty things, when you did that naughty thing to me. I give you that, and you crave it.”
He’s right. Damned if he’s not right. There’s no reason to deny it. We’d both know I was lying, so instead, I grab his discarded underwear, pull them to my nose, and breathe in the musky scent of him.
Rory’s dick twitches in response. “Fuck, something about you really does it for me.”
Something about him really does it for me too. “You smell good.”
“I showered before I came over—mostly because of the blood, but also because I knew I would want your dick.”
“Oh, Cherry. It’s not the scent of soap I’m talking about. It’s you…man…the tinge of sweat that’s always on a guy’s balls. I fucking love it.”
His mouth drops open. I swear I can see his pulse beating against his skin. Rory doesn’t wait around to hear what I have to say next, instead climbing on the bed, face between my legs, nuzzling.
“So fucking good,” he agrees, pulling deep breaths in through his nose, before mouthing my dick and balls through the fabric, getting it nice and wet.
“You’ve sucked dick before?” I ask.
“Just Ollie’s,” he replies, and my cock flexes in eagerness. “You like that? Imagining me with them?”
I do. The thought of seeing Rory on his knees for Ollie, sucking Ollie to the back of his throat…there’s no denying that does things to me.
“He tastes really fucking good. I like to lap up all his precum. I wonder if yours tastes as good.”
“Suck it,” I tell him, dying to get out of what little clothes I have on and feel Rory’s mouth around me. Knowing what he did tonight, and that he came here for me because he wants me, maybe needs something from me…there’s nothing like that feeling.
He tugs my underwear off, looking up at me as he presses his tongue against the base of my shaft, then lets it slide all the way up to the tip.
Pleasure shoots through me, makes me nearly vibrate out of my skin.
Rory flicks his tongue against my piercing, holding my dick up so we can both see the pearl of liquid at the tip.
“Taste it.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” he replies playfully, but I see it in him, see the part of Rory that’s turned on by me telling him what to do. That’s…interesting and fun.
He flicks his tongue over my tip, lapping at the fluid there.
“Well?” I ask.
“I’m not sure yet. I need a bigger test sample.
” He strokes me, using his mouth and hand in unison, like he’ll be quizzed on blowing me later.
He’s not the most skilled mouth I’ve ever had, but like everything I’ve witnessed in Rory so far, he sucks dick with wild, passionate abandon, chasing fun or a high, in this frantic, hungry, chaotic way that makes my dick throb in his hand and makes me crave more, more, more.
I thread my fingers through his red locks, feel their softness, try to figure out why there’s a smile on my face that has nothing to do with the fact that I’m getting head. God, I’m obsessed with him. Want to know everything about him, want to learn all his quirks and know them like my own.
I thrust up and into his mouth. Rory takes it, looks at me like he’s begging for more, my balls so full, my whole body so eagerly sensitive. Barely a minute ago I thought he wasn’t the most skilled, yet somehow this is the best blowjob I’ve ever had.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come. You have to stop or I’m gonna come.”
Rory pulls off and looks up at me, grinning wildly. “I’m very, very good at giving head.”
Again, I laugh, something he’s very good at making me do. “Turn around,” I tell him. “I need to get your little cherry hole all opened up for me.”
“It’s not a cherry anymore. You took care of that, with this big fucking cock of yours.” He strokes his again.
“It’s still my cherry. Everything about you is mine until I’ve paid up.” And damned if those words don’t somehow set me free.
Rory doesn’t seem to realize or feel the same because all he does is turn around, doing as I said, straddling me with his ass in my face, his cheeks spread open. Fuck, it really is a nice hole—so small, so tight and pink, begging for my dick.
I grab the lube and set it beside me on the bed.
“Too bad I don’t get to hunt you this time. My prey came to me.”
With my hands on his cheeks, I spread his ass farther. God, I want to taste him, want to flick my tongue against his ring and watch him thrash and beg for more.
“Soon, I’m going to eat you out.” I rub my thumb in circles around his hole and watch it flex for me.
“We’ll do something bad, something we’re not supposed to do.
You can wear pretty panties for me while we do it, but you won’t let me see.
I’ll just know they’re there. Then we’ll come home, and you’ll get all clean for me, then show me how sexy you look in them. ”
“Fuck,” Rory says breathlessly, pushing his ass back toward my finger that’s still playing him like an instrument.
“I’ll pull them aside and eat your ass for hours before I fuck it.”
“Do it now,” he orders.
“No. I’m going to make you wait.” Leaning forward, I spit on his hole, hearing Rory take a sharp breath.
“Do that again,” he tells me, and I do, watching my saliva pool between his cheeks, some of it running down to his balls.
I suck my finger into my mouth, then watch his ass stretch open for me as I push it inside. His body sucks me in, this tight, hungry vortex I’m going to possess and fucking ruin, but only in the best ways.
Rory ruts against me, rubbing his cock along my body while I fuck him with one finger, then two.
He’s so damn tight. It’s still wild to me that my dick fits inside him, that mine is the only dick that has ever been in his ass, and a part of me revels in the thought of keeping it that way.
Rory says I’m his pet, and you know what, maybe I am.
I don’t fucking care anymore. He makes me feel too good.
But if I’m his pet, then he’s mine too, to play with for as long as I want.
“Give me another one. I like the way it feels when it stretches.”
“Look at you, the Mafia size queen. Only big dicks for my little cherry.”
Spit isn’t enough anymore, so I squirt lube on my fingers and work three inside him. He gives a hungry groan, deep and urgent. I use my free hand to smack his ass, watch as a red strawberry blooms on his cheek.
“Oh fuck. You’re killing me, pet. Do that again.”
I spank his ass and finger him, suddenly wishing we hadn’t agreed on five hundred a fuck. That will be over too soon. I’ve only had him once, and I’m already wildly addicted to the high I feel with him.
I twist my fingers around inside him, stretch him, rub his prostate, and Rory nearly lurches off me.
“I need to fuck, pet.”
“I’m not done yet.”
“Yes. You are.” He pulls off me, his hole stretched wide, but turns around before I can admire my handiwork. “You only get to be in control when I allow it.”
He reaches for my nightstand and pulls out a condom. He rips it open with his teeth, then rolls it down my dick like he’s done this a hundred times. Well, I’m sure he has, but I mean other than for himself.
“Lie on your stomach,” I tell him, moving out of the way so he can. A twin bed isn’t the best for two people, but we’ll make it work.
Rory does, legs spread, ass poking out. I smack it again, and with his head cocked to the side the way it is, I see his eyes roll back.
“God, I’m so glad I robbed you,” I find myself admitting.
“I’m so glad I let you. It would suck if you were dead.”
I sputter, then laugh because the wildest shit comes out of his mouth, and I love every second of it.
“It would definitely suck if I was dead.” I don’t know that I’ve ever cared so much about that. Maybe just because I knew if I was dead, I couldn’t take care of my mom, but right now I want to be alive because doing this with him feels so fucking good.
I lube up my condom-covered dick, nestle myself between his legs, and start to press inside.
He’s tight, tense, like he’s unsure how to relax.
I press my lips to his shoulder. “Come on, Cherry. You can take me. You did so well last time. You can do it for me again. Relax this tight little hole for me so I can give you the dick you’re dying for. ”
His body loosens some, and I’m able to press the head inside.
“Just do it,” he says.
“No. I’m not hurting you. You’re so fucking impatient.”
“I want to fuck.”
“We’re getting there.” I lick the shell of his ear, nip it with my teeth, feel his body slacken beneath me, relaxing more and more so I can push inside. “That’s it. You’re doing so fucking good for me. You’re so good at taking my big, fat cock in your little hole.”
“Jesus, that’s so fucking hot,” he says as I keep sliding forward, working slowly into him until I’m buried as deep as I can go. My groin presses against Rory’s tight ass, his whole body like a glove made for my cock.
“God, you should see how sexy this is.” I pull back, see him all stretched for me, then push back in.
“I wanna see it.”
“How?”
“Phone, dumbass.” He grabs my cell off the nightstand, throwing it at me, making me laugh.
“Sorry for not knowing you want to record your ass wrecking.”
“I don’t feel any wrecking, and just so I can see.”
I open the camera app on my phone and press Record.
I watch through the screen as I pull out, thrust back in, then slowly, so fucking slowly I could die, I pull out again, angling it so he can see how his hole stretches for me, what it looks like when he’s all full of me.
I do that for as long as I can before my balls are begging me to take what I need from his body, to make Rory come and then fill the condom with my load.
I hit Stop, drop the phone to the bed, and pull him up so he’s on his hands and knees, my fingers digging into his hips… and fuck him.
“Fuck yes!” he calls out, my bed slamming into the wall as I piston into his willing body.
His ass is perfect. I’ve never felt anything like being inside him, both physically and in my head. He hits these corners of my brain and body that I didn’t know were there, pressing buttons I’m not sure existed until he pulled into that hotel parking lot and got out of that car.
Rory pushes back against me, fucks himself on my dick.
What would it feel like to take him raw? To be all bare inside him?
I pump lube into my hand, reach around his body, and jack him off while I fuck him. His dick is so full and hot against my hand. I feel the blood pumping through him, feel like somehow his whole fucking life is in my hands.
“God. Fuck. Yes. I’m gonna shoot. Come on, pet. Make me come.”
I go harder, change the angle, stroke faster, and then I feel it, the way his ass clenches around me, his body tightens, his back curving, head dropped back, and he doesn’t stifle his pleasure as he comes.
His slick release covers my hand, and I can’t hold back anymore.
I jump in, dive headfirst, lose myself in his body as the room spins around me, balls drawing up and orgasm shooting me to the moon.
When we’re done, we fall to the bed together, sweaty and cummy, breathing heavily.
I pull off the condom and toss it into the trash by my bed.
Rory rolls over to face me, all flushed and sated, a small smile on his face, and…I can’t stop myself. I lean in and taste his mouth for the first time.
He doesn’t kiss back right away, like he’s surprised, but then he opens up, presses his tongue between my lips, climbs on top of me, rubbing his cum between us as he ruts and we kiss, my hands on his ass, the world feeling like it’s coming undone around us.
This is…
Not right.
Too much.
Makes no fucking sense.
And none of that matters.
When my jaw is aching, I stop the kissing, and he rolls off me.
“That was wicked fucking good,” he says.
I couldn’t have said it better myself.