21. Chapter 21
Rory
I leaned against Cal’s chest, his arms around my torso, and relaxed in the hot water. My skin had turned pink with heat but my muscles were thanking the water gods for the reprieve. Cal had poured chamomile scented bubbles into the water and I was sure I’d fall asleep if he didn’t say something soon.
But he didn’t and my mind drifted. I was lazy with relaxation and more comfortable than I could ever remember being as Cal traced his fingers up and down my arm. I’m not sure if I actually fell asleep or if I just drifted in hazy pleasure, but when Cal gently roused me, the water had cooled. He helped me stand and pulled the drain before he turned the water on again. He removed the faucet and sprayed the bubbles from our bodies before wrapping me in one of his massive, fluffy towels.
“The guys brought your stuff into my room while you were dozing. You’ll find your clothes in the closet.” He led me into the walk-in and sure enough, all my clothes were hanging neatly across from his. I dropped my towel and pulled a huge sweatshirt off the rack. It was about three sizes too large and hit me mid-thigh, but it was ancient and threadbare and so, so soft. I pulled it on, sans bra, and Cal groaned. I turned to see him pulling up a pair of red boxer briefs, eyes locked on my legs.
“I swear, you have the prettiest fecking legs I’ve ever seen,” he groaned as he reached for a pair of dark wash jeans that could have easily cost more than half my wardrobe.
“Thank you,” I said demurely as I opened and closed drawers until I found the one that contained my underwear. I ignored the rush of embarrassment and told myself Ebony moved my underwear in here. Conner and Carson would never. Ebony definitely did it. Mhm.
I pulled out a pair of red boyshorts, choosing comfort over style today and smiling at the matching color of Cal’s own underwear. I pulled them on and Cal growled. A second later, his front was plastered to my back and I was pushed against the chest of drawers in front of me. He ground his hips into mine and buried his nose in my hair.
“I swear once you’re no longer sore, I’m going to spend a whole week buried inside you.” I shivered and pushed my hips into his. Despite the fact that I did want him, I actually was really sore. And we’d just bathed. I didn’t want to have to clean up again. So I turned in his arms and laid my hands on the warm skin over his ribs. I caressed his torso and my eyes tracked my movements, admiring his smooth, tattooed olive skin under my pale hands. I raised up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his collarbone. He gripped my waist. I ran my tongue down his chest until I reached his nipple. His fingers fisted the material of my sweatshirt and his breathing sped up. I nipped the tiny bud between my teeth and his hand smacked into the built-in shelves behind me.
I ran my nose slowly through the soft hairs on his chest and inhaled his smell. “You know, Cal, we haven’t discussed protection. It’s highly unlikely, since I’m menstruating, but it’s not impossible. We really should discuss the repercussions of not using protection.” His hand cupped the side of my face and he tilted my head back to meet his gaze.
“You’re my wife, Rory. You’re my number one priority now. This marriage may have started unconventionally, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a very real marriage to me. You…you’re everything. If you decided to do me the honor of mothering my children, I would worship at your feet every fecking day. It doesn’t matter to me if that day is nine months from now or nine years. When you’re ready, I’m ready.” My heart stuttered in my chest and my nails dug into his skin, just for something solid to hold onto, because I was sure I was going to fly into space with the way those words sent happiness bubbling through my whole being. “But, I don’t like the idea of you taking birth control. That shite is unhealthy. Fecking with your hormones and altering your cycles. I don’t like that. If you want to use protection, I’d prefer to use condoms. Or, if you decide you don’t want children at all, I could always get snipped. It’s your decision though.”
I swear to God, I swooned. I leaned in and pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss to his lips and then trailed kisses over his cheek, down his neck, over his entire chest until it felt like he was vibrating under my hands.
“The fact that you care about what birth control does to a woman’s body is unfairly hot,” I whispered as I sank to my knees in front of him. He groaned as he looked down at me.
I ran my fingertips over the waistband of his jeans as he spoke. “You look so fecking good down there, wife.” The sentence ended on a growl as my thumb brushed the hard length of him behind his zipper. With shaky fingers, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. They sagged on his hips, exposing the muscles along his hip bones in a way that made my mouth water. I gripped the material at his thighs and pulled the jeans down his legs. His erection was clearly outlined by his red briefs, long and hard and angled to the right, a drop of moisture darkening the material at the tip.
I took a trembling breath and looked up at him. “I don’t know what I’m doing, but I want this to be good for you. Will you help me? Like you did last night?”
The memory of him coaching me through my first blow job made my chest flutter, but I knew I couldn’t do this, couldn’t be this bold, without his help. Not yet, anyway.
He laid his hand on the back of my head, not pulling me forward, but using just enough pressure that it was still comforting. “Take me out.” His voice was rough and low, sending shivers down my spine. It seemed to reverberate in the smaller space of the closet. I slipped the red underwear down his thighs and when they pooled with his jeans around his ankles, he stepped out of the pile of denim and cotton, kicking them to the side.
My gaze was glued to his bare erection, inches in front of my face. I licked my lips and trailed trembling fingers up his thighs, tearing my gaze away from his cock to run over his muscular legs. The muscle and sinew, beneath taut, tanned skin, was hard under my fingers. The light dusting of hair tickled my palms until it condensed and got coarser around his groin. I ran my fingers up his groin, gently scratching my nails through the groomed hair at the base of his penis, until my fingertips brushed along the flat planes of his hips.
His body really was a fucking work of art. He was quiet while I explored, his muscles jumping every now and then. When I ran my fingers up his stomach, his abdominals tensed. I circled my finger around his belly button, which I found, weirdly, intensely attractive. I giggled and he tilted his head to the side, his mouth quirked to one side.
He ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “Something amusing you down there, mo solas?”
I circled his flat belly button with my finger again and shook my head softly. “No…I was just thinking how strange it is to find a belly button attractive, but yours definitely is.”
He hummed and laid his hand over mine, flattening it against his stomach. He held my eyes as he slowly slid my hand down, through the trail of hair that extended below his belly button. I dragged my nails through it again and his breath hitched. When he reached the neatly trimmed patch of hair above his cock, he released my hand and allowed me to finish the path on my own.
My own breathing shook heavily as I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft. He groaned as I gave him a soft, experimental stroke. “Tighter, baby. You’re not gonna hurt me.” I swallowed nervously but tightened my fist a little. “Like this,” he said as he wrapped his big hand over mine. My hand disappeared under his as he tightened his fist more than I would have been comfortable doing on my own. He groaned long and low as he moved our fists together, dragging towards the head. A little bead of liquid pearled at the tip and my mouth watered. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip.
“Lick it off.” His voice was gravelly and thick. I lifted up on my knees and met his eyes again for reassurance. His gaze was hot and heavy lidded, dark with lust. I barely poked my tongue out, running just the very tip of it over the little pearl of precum. It was salty and sticky and Jesus, I wanted more. “Take me in,” he whispered, his fingers threading lightly through my hair.
I wetted my lips and held his gaze, not trying to be seductive, just needing the knowledge that he was here, he was with me, he was present and wouldn’t let anything happen to me. I closed my lips around his head and he sighed deeply, his eyes sliding mostly closed before he stopped himself, seeming to sense that I needed his eyes on mine. His fingers rubbed gently against my scalp as I lowered my mouth over him.
It only took a moment before his flavor grew strong enough to overwhelm my senses. I moaned around him and began to bob my head slowly, self-doubt and nerves nearly drowning me. I begged him with my tear-filled eyes to take control for me, to start moving so that I could turn off my mind and get out of this headspace. My chest fluttered with anxiety and I could feel the tremors wracking my body.
“What is it, baby?” he asked, panting heavily, running his thumb under my eye. “What do you need from me?”
Using the hand not wrapped around his shaft, I covered his hand in my hair and tightened my fingers around his before gripping his hip and pulling him into my mouth. He understood me, because of course he did, and he began thrusting into my mouth, using his tight hold on my hair to move me in time with his hips. I could have sobbed in relief at him taking over, feeling myself relax into the act almost immediately.
He was noisier than I expected, just as he’d been last night. He moaned and groaned, sighing as he used my mouth. He was still gentle, never once gagging me, never once thrusting hard enough to hurt me, but he didn’t seem to mind the tenderness of the blowjob. His panting sped up and his eyes kept trying to shut, despite the fact that he was intent on keeping his gaze on mine.
His upper lip curled, revealing gritted teeth. “I’m gonna come, mo solas.” He tried to pull out of my mouth, but I grabbed his hips with both hands, my nails digging in. He moaned again and his hips stuttered as his cock twitched against my tongue a moment before my mouth was flooded with several streams of thick, salty fluid. I tried to swallow it down but just as I did, another stream hit the back of my throat and I coughed, dribbling cum down my chin. Before I could reach up to wipe it away, he was on his knees in front of me, his mouth on mine.
Through the kiss, he licked at my chin, shoving his cum-coated tongue into my mouth. I shivered at how fucking hot it was. He kissed me until I was as breathless as he was, until he finally pulled back and rested his forehead on mine.
“Wow,” I whispered.
He huffed a short laugh against my face. “What?”
“I just…I didn’t think you’d want to kiss me after, much less that you’d…” I trailed off, unsure how to describe what had just happened.
He pulled back and looked at me critically. “Does it bother you? That I licked my cum off your chin and fed it to you with my tongue?”
My cheeks flared hot and another wave of arousal pooled in my stomach. I quickly shook my head, my eyes wide. “No! No! Actually, I thought it was really…hot.”
He grinned cockily. “Good.” He stood and pulled me to my feet. “Ready for an afternoon by the fire?” I nodded and we quickly dressed before he led me from the room.