19. Gemma
Chapter nineteen
Gemma
Rule #22: No sex.
K nox walked me back until my legs hit the wood and iron bench, and then he broke our kiss to gently sit me down. Panting, I looked up, admiring the tall strength of his body as it gleamed under the dim lights. He lifted my chin with the tips of his fingers. "I want to hear you say it, Gem. What do you want?"
My breath hitched. "Touch me, Doc. Kiss me. Fuck me."
His fingers smoothed across my jaw to the base of my head where he ran them through my soaking hair. He sank to his knees and put pressure on the back of my neck until I arched into his touch and he could caress my throat with a gust of warm air. His lips moved against my pulse point as he murmured, "Careful what you wish for."
I shivered happily. Every touch from him sent a shock of pleasure through my body. Every slide of his skin against mine lit a trail of fire that burned straight to the heat between my legs, and I craved more of him with every moment that passed. "Knox, please," I breathed.
He kissed my neck, blazing a path down to my breasts. "Do me a favor, Gem. Call me Rook when I'm fucking you."
My hands threaded through his damp hair as he kissed the crest of my breast. My eyes closed with delirious pleasure, but I had enough presence of mind to ask, "Why?"
One of his hands pressed the small of my back, and the other unhooked my bra with deft ease. He licked the slope of my breast. "Because when I have you on the brink of orgasm," he licked a line to my nipple as my bra fell away, "my name sounds like 'no-no-no.'"
I laughed with incredulity just before his tongue made contact with my nipple. It turned into a gasp as he sucked the bud into his mouth, and I arched with a shock of pleasure. My fingers tightened in his hair, and I moaned. As he bit down softly, pinching my nipple and lapping at the sensitive skin with his tongue, I actually understood what he meant. I was going to be a stuttering mess in no time if he kept that up.
I let my hands wander down the back of his neck, over his strong shoulders, and then to his back, and he rippled his shoulders with a groan. He released my nipple with a nip at its crest, and I jumped, leaning back against the bench. Rook swept my bra away, and then his hands were smoothing down my waist to my hips. His mouth followed, kissing in a straight line to the lace band across my pelvis. Every kiss was a starburst of pleasure, tingling and then melting away into a warm buzz of lust that made the moisture between my legs soak my panties.
Like Rook knew that ache in my pussy was becoming unbearable, he slid his fingers over the triangle of lace and down to my slit, kissing just above the waistline of my panties. I shifted on the bench restlessly, and he hummed in satisfaction against my skin as he found me drenched right through the fabric. "I don't think that's the rain."
I groaned again. "I want you so badly."
"How long?" he whispered against my skin, grazing his teeth just above my panties. "How long have you wanted me?"
God, I couldn't tell him that. It was too pathetic. "Long… enough."
His fingers pressed over the fabric, just barely brushing against my clit. He rubbed up and down, but it was just gentle enough that it gave me no relief. "That wasn't an answer."
"Kno-Kno—" I stuttered, moving my hips against him. My eyes flew to his when I heard the way his name came out. "Oh, fuck, it does sound like 'no.'"
He hooked me with an icy look of censure, down on his knees, but clearly in command of my body. "Don't do it again."
I swallowed hard and nodded, and he rubbed his thumb over my aching center, still over the fabric and driving me wild. "You have gorgeous tits, Gemma. Play with them. I want to watch you."
As I cupped my breasts, I brought my nipples between my first two fingers and rolled, pinching and brushing them the way I always did when I was alone. I'd never played with my own breasts when I was with a man, and my first thought was that it might be weird. But my God… it wasn't. It was enthralling. I bounced a look from my own breasts, round and full in my hands, down to Rook, who watched me with rapt attention as he slid his fingers under my panties and along the moisture beneath. I let out a breathy, needy sound, but he didn't break eye contact as he sat back on his heels, watching me and sliding his fingers to my clit where he moved in circles.
His erection strained against his black dress pants, and I wanted desperately to reach out and touch him, but I was too captivated by the way he was watching me, by the way he was teasing me. My thighs began to shake as he circled the apex of my desire, bringing me closer to a peak. As if he could sense that I was getting close, he eased his fingers away from the nub and dipped in and out of my soaking heat. I moaned, letting my head fall back and dropping my hands to the bench to support my weight.
Rook hooked both his thumbs under the sides of my panties, and slowly, almost reverently, he slid them down my hips and legs. When he had slid them aside, I sat bare and panting under his heated gaze. He grazed his hands back up my calves and to my thighs where he parted my legs. Breathing hard, I watched him with wide eyes as he dropped kisses along my thighs and closer to my pussy that dripped for his touch again.
I hadn't thought he'd been literal when he'd said he would eat me until I was speechless. But already, I had no words I could formulate to express what he was doing to me. I'd imagined his touch so many times, it was almost mythological. He was a dark beast from my sweetest nightmares, come to torment me and bring me untold pleasure.
Rook licked a long line from the bottom of my labia to the top, flicking my clit. I moaned louder, and my head came to rest against the bench as he scooted me right to its edge and supported my ass with one of his large hands. With the other hand, he inserted two fingers inside of me, curling up to brush against my G-spot. I writhed, so turned on I wondered how I hadn't climaxed already. He moved in and out slowly, pressing hard against that sensitive spot inside, and then licking sensual circles around my clit.
The sounds gusting from my open mouth trilled up to a soprano pitch, and I felt sweat bead between my breasts. Rook growled in satisfaction against my sensitive skin. "That's it, baby. Scream for me."
My core tightened, reeling up to an orgasm that, frankly, terrified me. I'd never been this high, this alight with desire that I worried my orgasm would be so intense it might hurt. I wasn't even sure that was a thing… it just felt like it might be. I tucked my hips down, suddenly overthinking everything.
"Don't you dare," he murmured, curling his fingers and swirling them inside of me so that starbursts of pleasure exploded behind my closed eyelids. "Hips up, Gemma. Relax into it."
I did, and he increased his pace, vaulting me straight for that release again. I breathed hard, my fingers curling inward and my toes pointing. I moved my hips in time with Rook’s fingers, begging for more pressure on my clit, begging for the tension to break. He moved his tongue against my clit in time with his fingers, a sensual dance that would probably play on repeat in my wet dreams forever.
"Rook, oh my God," I moaned. "I'm going to—I have to—"
"I know, baby. You can do it." Rook moved the tip of his tongue in smaller, more pointed circles around my clit, and his fingers pumped faster in and out of me. I cried out, hitting the very peak of ecstasy, and then I let go with a cresting wave of blissful release. Wave after crashing wave pulsed and clenched, wringing out each moment of euphoria that Rook had built from the first moment he'd touched me. Brick by brick, he'd built my desire for him, and as it came crashing down around his fingers and against his tongue, I melted into it with glorious satiation.
Knox smoothed his hands down the tops of my thighs, soothing me as I came down from my orgasm with trembling legs. He licked the side of my labia, easing away the tremors from my climax, and then kissed the juncture of my legs. "Jesus, you taste good," he groaned.
With my head still thrown back and my body suddenly gelatinous, I panted, "Like a cakepop?"
He chuckled, brushing his lips against the skin on the inside of my thigh. "Like you. Like the forbidden Gemma I knew would taste so good, I wouldn't want to stop once I started."
I slumped against the bench. "I'm a liquid."
"And I'm very hard," he joked, wrapping his arms around my hips and dragging me to him. With alarming ease, he lifted me so that I straddled his hips, and then he had our positions switched. He sat on the bench, and I straddled him, resting my ass on his legs and his arousal up against my soaked core.
I jumped as the cold of his wet pants contrasted with my warm center. "Yikes, that's cold."
"I'll warm you up," he promised softly. His hands cupped my bottom, and with gratifying circles, he massaged up to my lower back. "Unless you'd rather I take you home. Then, we can do that, too."
His light hair was starting to dry, swirling over his forehead and taking on a beachy wave that I couldn't help but run my fingers through. I combed through his soft hair and then tickled down the sides of his face, scratching my nails against his five o'clock shadow. He closed his eyes, sighing contentedly. "This is an awful lot of touching for someone who doesn't like it," I observed dryly.
Wintry eyes opened to hook me with an intense stare. "I've wanted nothing more since the moment I tore you from my shower."
My brows drew together in confusion. "Then… why?"
His hands continued massaging their way up my back as he looked to the side in thought. "I'll tell you, but not right now. I don't want to go there." He returned his gaze to mine. "I want to be here with you. Right here. Is that okay?"
He's hurt , I realized finally. Something from his past has wounded him, and I'm a complete dunce and missed it. I nodded once. "Of course. I'm all yours."
A rueful smile lifted one corner of his mouth. "Careful what you promise, Gem."
I knew what I'd said. I wasn't taking it back. I bent down to kiss him, and the taste of my arousal on his lips sent a spasm of want right to my center. I'd just had the orgasm of my life, but even the thought of his mouth on my pussy was sending me straight back into a spiral of desire. And God, the way he kissed. It was criminal. It put every kiss I'd ever had to this point to absolute shame, and I hated him for holding out on me this long. He could have been blowing my mind for weeks now. The shared roommate thing could have been fun , dammit.
Whatever pain he had in his past, I hoped he would be honest with me eventually. At the very least, we could have some transparency between us, and it would make our strange arrangement a little more bearable. And hell, if I could keep kissing him, that would be enough to make it enjoyable.
My racing thoughts suddenly blurred into a haze of lust, and our passionate kiss turned into fevered need in an instant. I wanted more of him. My need for him coursed through my veins, molten lead and heated blood mixed with heady desire. Running my hands down his hard chest and to his defined abs, I tugged at the belt on his dress pants. Rook didn't need any more invitation than that. He undid the belt and then the button, and with one strong arm around me, he lifted us both so he could take his pants and briefs down. When he sat down again, I looked between us, and my breath caught in my throat.
"Ye Gods," I eked out.
Rook made a strangled sound. "Should I be offended?"
I looked away from the most gorgeous dick I'd ever seen and back up to his eyes with irritation. "Be honest. When has anyone ever offended you over that anaconda?"
He gave me a roguish half-grin. "Never."
"Then shut up and fuck me."
Rook made a low, rumbling sound of approval and dipped his head to my breasts, taking one in his mouth and pressing me down hard on his length. I moaned, head tipping back and eyes closing again. He moved to the other breast, igniting my nerve endings with pure, uninhibited passion. "I want to ride you," I whispered, my dirty mouth coming out to play. I'd never been able to shut up. Not even during the best sex of my life. "I want to impale myself on that cock, Rook, and I want you to say my name when I do it."
His breath left him in a whoosh, and he bit my breast before moving his clever mouth to my throat. "Say it again."
"I want you to fuck me," I groaned.
"Again." He sucked on my neck, drawing my pleasure to the surface like a vampire.
"Fuck me," I begged.
He released my neck, leaving behind what I knew would be a killer hickey, and then his hands circled my waist. He made me feel dainty. I wasn't—I was curvy and thick-boned and short. But the size of him in comparison to my stature made me feel delicate. He lifted me away from him, eyes fastened on his arousal and mine, and he fitted the head of his cock against my entrance. Suddenly, logic poked its head out from my cocoon of carnality, and I asked tightly, "You don't have a condom?"
He paused, tensing so much, the veins on his corded arms stood out. "I'm tested. Are you?"
"Yeah, but I think my depo shot is kind of old…" I said, trailing off while my brain skittered away to think about it.
"Gem," he got out, his voice pained and his mouth a tight line. "If I said the idea of impregnating your gorgeous body right here and now didn't turn me on, I'd be lying."
My mouth popped open in a surprised oval. "Holy shit."
He held my gaze, steady and unwavering as he always was. "But this is up to you."
He wanted to impregnate me. The thought turned him on. Hell, the thought turned me on. I eased myself down on his dick, and he groaned, head back and eyes closing with a guttural sigh. I smiled like the wanton bitch I was. "I can take it, Fudgecake."
I made good on my promise, taking the hard length of him in slow, teasing dips, until I was fully seated on him and high on desire. He felt so damn good inside of me. He filled me just right, almost too much, and to the point of pain before I rose up and brought myself back down on him. When I found a rhythm, Knox moved with me, pressing so deep inside of me, I wanted to shatter on the spot. He held me steady with one arm, supporting my weight so I didn't fall off the bench, and with the other, he slid his fingers between us to circle the slick bundle of nerves at the peak of my arousal.
The sound of our uninhibited fucking filled the greenhouse along with our labored breathing, and I lost myself in the delirium of how impossibly good it felt. My legs shook again, this time from a combination of riding Rook with wild abandon and the intensity of my approaching orgasm. I clung to his shoulders, and when I couldn't hold off any longer, I cried out again, loud and heedless of who might hear me.
Knox picked up his pace, holding me steady and pushing me over the edge and into another orgasm that swallowed me whole and threatened to eat my sanity. My breath shuddered as I climaxed long and hard, clenching around his cock. He grunted, growling out a relieved, "Gem, fucking hell," and then he came inside of me, hot and fast and without even a pretense of pulling out.
I collapsed against him, and suddenly the silence of this public building seemed terribly loud. The rain pattered in a soothing cadence against the overhead windows, and our labored breathing added to the muggy air, already thick with the scent of flowers and soil. I picked my head up from his shoulder, my hair flying around my face like the wild heathen I had to be if I'd actually had sex in a greenhouse. "Oh my God. What did we just do?"
Knox picked his head up from where he'd let it fall back in exhausted satiation. His half-lidded eyes held mine steadily. "I believe I fucked you in a nursery."
I snorted, smothering a laugh. "Oh, hell."
He sat up, adjusting me so our lips were a millimeter apart. "And I'm going to do it again when we get home."
A smile plucked at the corners of my mouth. "Careful what you promise."