Chapter 22 Rachel
RACHEL
Oh my God!! I knew having sex with Rosco would be hot, but he has already far exceeded my expectations, and we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff…
or maybe it’s the better stuff, because holy hell!
I have never in my life come has hard as I did just now on his mouth and fingers, yet my core is still throbbing, begging for his cock.
I watch as he deftly rolls on a condom and crawls onto the bed.
I spread my legs to give him room. He kneels between them, staring at me with such concentration it takes my breath.
He’s watching me and assessing my reactions.
His body looms over me, and he places his hands on either side of my head.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he growls, but doesn’t move. He’s giving me a chance to put a stop to this before we get any deeper, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting him get away without this happening.
He’s caught up in the moment, but later he is going to pull away from me.
When he’s had time to think about it, he’s going to regret this.
My eyes close briefly to hide the pain that realization brings me.
He doesn’t want a relationship, not that we can have one, but this is more than sex.
We both know it, but we chose not to acknowledge it.
Even knowing it’s going to destroy me when I have to walk away, I still want this. I want us, even for just this moment. I don’t want to think. I only want to feel.
I wrap my legs around his waist. My hands grip his shoulders and urge him to get moving. The need to have him inside me is overwhelming. My movements spur him into action. His head dips to watch as he strokes the head of his cock at my entrance, wetting the condom to ease his entry.
My heels dig into his ass, begging him to get on with it. His eyes fly up to meet my gaze. As soon as our eyes lock, he enters me all the way to the hilt in one swift movement.
“Ugh!” I grunt, not from pain but from the impact. He freezes.
“You, okay?”
“Yes,” I reply in a breathy whisper. He’s stolen my breath, but I need more. I tilt my hips upward, taking him a bit deeper. I swear the head of his cock is trying to enter my womb, but it’s all the encouragement he needs to get moving.
Ever so slowly he eases out to the tip before gliding back in.
His eyes never leave mine. He watches me with great concentration, taking in every little tell I give away on just how good he’s making me feel.
I try not to moan, but he’s making it impossible not to be vocal.
His cock is hitting every sensitive spot inside me.
His right arm moves under my left thigh, hoisting my leg up to his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrust and causing him to hit my g-spot with every slow torturous stroke.
“Ohhh! Mmmm!” I cry, unable to hold back. A salacious grin comes over his face, as if this is what he’s been waiting for.
“Hang on, angel,” he murmurs, lowering his head for a scorching kiss of tongues and teeth. He pulls back, planting his left hand firmly on the bed next to me. “This is going to get rough, tell me if it’s too much.”
He doesn’t give me to time to reply. He begins to pound into me viciously. The sound of slapping flesh fills the room, mingled with his grunting and my groaning. This would make great audio for a porn film.
Over and over, he drills into me, urging me higher and higher. I can feel the intense heat building where our bodies are connected. The friction feels so good. I’m getting so very close, but just can’t crest over the edge.
“Yes, angel! Fall for me baby,” Rosco rumbles, pumping in and out. Little does he know, I’ve already fallen, hard. “I need you to come, angel!”
His right hand comes between us, coating his thumb in the juices leaking out of me around where he’s continuing to piston in and out. Once it’s wet, he begins to circle my clit, gently, rapidly, matching the pace of his hips. I can feel my orgasm growing closer.
I tilt my hips upward with each stoke, driving him deeper and deeper. Every glorious inch of his cock rubs the inside of me, until a last, I explode like fireworks on the fourth of July, screaming his name as he continues to move, even faster.
Wave after wave of ecstasy hits me, prolonging my release. I can feel the wetness gushing out around where we are joined.
His pace quickens, and he throws my right leg up to his shoulder, too, bending me in half. He grips my love handles as he pounds me over and over, causing me to orgasm again.
“Angel!” he bellows, driving as deep as he can go, stilling for several long seconds as he comes. A few slow, lazy thrusts and he drops my legs, before resting his weight on his forearms that are bracketing on either side of me.
My arms fall from his shoulders to plop onto the mattress. His breath puffs over me repeatedly as he fights for control. Sweat is dripping off both of us. I’m completely spent. My limbs are useless. I want to hold him, but I’m so relaxed I can’t move.
“I’ll be right back. I need to take care of this,” he murmurs before climbing off me to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. My limbs are trembling as I try to scoot to one side of the bed, not wanting to hog the middle.
It’s doubtful cuddling is in his wheelhouse, especially since he doesn’t want anything more than tonight. With great difficulty, I manage to roll onto my side facing away from his side. The bed dips as he sits down.
“What’s wrong, angel?” His voice is full of apprehension, and his arm comes around my waist as he spoons me from behind. I shake my head, then glance back at him.
“Nothing, just exhausted,” I reply, giving him an out.
“Angel,” he growls, his tone indicating he knows I’m shoveling bullshit.
“I didn’t think you’d want to cuddle,” I admit, turning back to face him. The concern on his face softens. He pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then settling my head on his chest.
“I usually don’t, but with you, I do,” he rumbles under me. I snuggle in, not wanting to say or do anything to make him change his mind.
His heart beats under my ear. It’s a soothing sound, steady and strong, just like the man it belongs to. This isn’t going to last, but I’m going to absorb every moment. His hand strokes through my hair and down my back, relaxing me even more, sending me off to dreamland.
I wake with a start, not knowing what woke me. I look around the unfamiliar room, just as the bed shakes, an arm flying out to smack me in the face. “Ow!”
“Noooo!” Rosco bellows in a tortured voice as he thrashes around. “Please don’t, let me help you!”
He’s dreaming. I place my hand to his face, hoping to calm and soothe him.
“Shhh, it’s all right,” I coo, “it’s only a dream, everything is fine.” He turns to my touch. His arms reach out to grab my wrists.
“Don’t do it,” he pleads. His eyes are moving rapidly under his closed lids, still caught in his nightmare. “I promise I’ll find out who let you get taken, just please don’t hurt yourself.”
“I won’t,” I assure him. I don’t know who he’s talking to in his dream, but he sounds so desperate, so broken that I’ll do whatever it takes to calm him down. He grabs me pulling me close when I speak.
“Promise me!” he demands, gruffly, shaking me slightly.
“I promise.” He tightens his hold on me, mumbling things I can’t understand. Eventually he begins to relax and drops back into a deep sleep. My heart races. Is this why he’s reluctant to have a relationship?
There’s no way to know without confronting him about it in the morning. However I fear if I do that, I’ll lose whatever time I might have had with him. I’m not going to take that chance. I lay awake a long time listening to his heartbeat and breathing. I finally drift off again.
I’m awoken sometime later, feeling the bed moving.
The covers are thrown back, suddenly chilling me.
I roll onto my back to protest, but when I see a very naked, very hard, very ready Rosco moving over me, any complaint leaves my mind to be filled with a list of carnal things I want to do to and with this man.
“Good morning, angel.” I grin at him as he kneels between my open thighs.
“It is indeed a good morning,” I muse, sitting up to cup both sides of his face in my hands and kiss him. I should be worried about nasty morning breath, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He kisses me back, taking my breath.
He pushes me back down to the mattress, our lips never losing contact. His tongue spears into my mouth, taking what he wants. He breaks the kiss after a bit but follows with a couple of quick pecks.
“Be good, angel,” he whispers against my lips.
“I woke up hungry. I need you.” I swear the look on his face when he pulls back is almost enough to make me come right then.
He trails his mouth down my body right to where I want him.
I lift my hips eagerly, knowing just how good he’s going to make me feel.
“Mmmm,” I hum as he gets down to business, licking and flicking my clit. It feels too good. I’m so wet his fingers slide inside easily. “Oh God!” I cry, my hips enthusiastically lifting to fuck his face and hand.
He keeps at me, building the impending orgasm to a fevered pitch. I grasp the sides of his head, needing something to hang on to so I don’t fly away. He curls his fingers inside me to stroke my g-spot, and I’m gone. “Rosco!”
Wave after intense wave of bliss washes over me. I’m riding the waves when suddenly his mouth leaves me and I cry out in protest, quickly to be stifled with a groan as he enters me in one hard thrust. “Ohhhh!”
“You feel so fucking good, angel,” he growls as he pushes into me over and over again, setting a hard and fast pace. “I woke up hard as steel, needing to be inside you again.” He thrusts harder.
“What have you done to me?” he demands, almost sounding angry. His hips slapping against mine. I meet him thrust for thrust, tilting my hips upward with each stroke.