Chapter 10 #3
He squeezes my thigh gently. “Yeah?”
I take a deep breath. “What about my dad? And the club. If they find out… is this, whatever this is, even worth it?”
He’s quiet for a moment, then sighs. “Hey, calm down, Princess. We don’t have to tell anyone right now.”
I look at him, eyes wide. “What, like you want to keep me a secret?”
He shakes his head quickly. “It’s not like that. I’d never keep you a secret.” His hand tightens on my thigh. “I just… I know how complicated this is. Piston is like a father to me. The club is my family. But you…” He glances over, eyes intense. “You’re worth figuring it out for.”
I swallow hard, feeling overwhelmed. “I’m sorry. This is just a lot.”
He pulls into my driveway and cuts the engine. “Don’t apologize. Today was a lot for me too.”
I nod, trying to steady myself. “Thank you for today. All of it. I had a great time.” I reach for the door handle. “I need to think about everything.”
Rook catches my hand before I can open the door. He leans over and kisses me, slow, deep, and full of promise. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine. “Take all the time you need,” he murmurs. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I nod, heart still racing, and slip out of the truck.
Rook is just starting to pull away when the front door opens.
Mom steps out onto the porch, clearly having seen us.
Her eyes flick from me to Rook’s truck, then back to me.
She doesn’t say anything, she just gives me a long, knowing look, one eyebrow slightly raised, a small, understanding smile tugging at her lips.
I freeze in the driveway, cheeks burning.
I groan, covering my face with my hands. “Mom…”
She laughs softly and pulls me into a hug. “Be careful, baby girl. Some things are worth the risk… but they can also get very complicated, very fast.”
“I know,” I whisper against her shoulder.
She kisses the top of my head. “Just remember you can talk to me. About anything.”
I nod and head inside.
As I pass Dad’s office, he looks up from his desk and smiles at me, that warm, proud smile he’s been giving me since I came home. “Hey, baby girl. Good day?”
The guilt hits me like a punch to the chest. “Yeah,” I manage, forcing a smile. “Really good, I might do it again.” I hurry upstairs before he can see anything on my face.
In my room, I close the door and lean against it for a second. Did I just mess everything up?
I take a long, hot shower, trying to wash away the guilt and the river smell. When I get out, I change into a soft tank top and comfy shorts. I grab my phone and lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Then a message pops up from an unknown number.
Unknown: I can’t stop thinking about the way your pussy gripped my fingers.
The text from Rook lights up my phone in the dark of my room, and heat floods straight between my legs. I glance at my closed door, heart hammering, and thank god it’s locked before quickly saving his number under a name that won’t raise any flags. My thumbs fly across the screen, pulse racing.
Me: I wanted to touch you so bad. Feel your big hard cock in my small hand.
Rook: I’m touching myself now, remembering how you felt, how you tasted.
His words make me squirm against my sheets. I’m already aching, slick and throbbing just from the memory of his thick fingers stretching me earlier.
Me: Maybe you shouldn’t have stopped me.
Rook: I’m an idiot.
A wicked little smile tugs at my lips. I slide my hand down my stomach, slipping it between my thighs, and snap a quick picture, just my fingers teasing over the damp fabric of my panties. I hit send before I can overthink it.
Rook: Fuck, baby. Send me another one.
My breath catches. I hook my thumbs into my shorts and shove them down my legs, kicking them off. This time I tug my panties to the side and dip two fingers along my soaked slit, capturing the glossy evidence of how badly I want him. The photo goes through with a soft whoosh.
Rook: Jesus fucking christ
Then his reply comes through, a picture of his big hand wrapped around the thick base of his cock, veins standing out, the rest of it teasingly out of frame. I moan softly, my clit pulsing under my fingertips as I start rubbing tight little circles.
I bite my lip hard, thighs trembling as I stare at his picture. My fingers are slick with how turned on I am, and I can’t resist rubbing my swollen clit faster while I type back.
Me: God, Rook… your cock looks so thick and hard. I want it stretching me open so bad. I’m dripping all over my fingers just thinking about you fucking me.
I send another picture, this time two fingers buried inside my tight pussy, my thumb still teasing my clit. My hips roll into my hand as I imagine it’s him instead.
Rook: Fuck, Scarlett. That greedy little pussy is begging for me, isn’t it? Keep fucking yourself with those fingers, baby. Pretend it’s my cock pounding into you.
His words make me whimper. I push a third finger in, stretching myself, but it’s nowhere near enough. My walls flutter and clench, aching for something thicker, longer… him.
Me: It’s not enough. I need you. Want you to pin me down and ruin this pussy until I’m screaming your name. I’d let you come so deep inside me… fill me up until I’m leaking you for days.
I snap one more risky photo, my legs spread wide, panties pulled aside, three fingers knuckle-deep while my other hand squeezes my breast, pinching my nipple. I send it with a shaky breath.
Rook: Jesus Christ, baby. You’re gonna make me come all over my hand. Look what you do to me.
He sends another picture, this time his fist pumping his massive cock, shiny with precum, the head angry and swollen. The sight makes my pussy clench hard around my fingers.
Me: Mmm, I want that come. Want you to pump me full like the dirty little princess I am for you. Come over and fuck me raw, Rook. Please… I’m so close.
My fingers move faster, wet sounds filling my room as I chase the edge, eyes glued to my phone, desperate for his next filthy reply.
I keep my fingers buried deep, pumping them slowly while I read his last message, my whole body burning. I don’t want this to end. I want to drag it out until we both fall apart.
Me: Fuck… I wish it was your tongue instead. I’d grind my dripping pussy all over your face while you suck on my clit.
I take another picture, my bare pussy spread open with two fingers deep inside, my clit swollen and shiny. I send it right away, then add a second one right after: me pulling my fingers out so he can see how they glisten with my juices.
Rook: Goddamn, baby. That pussy is so fucking pretty and sloppy for me. Keep fucking it. I want to hear how wet you sound. Stroke that clit faster while you think about my cock stretching you open.
I obey instantly, rubbing tight, frantic circles over my clit while my other fingers thrust harder. My hips are rolling, chasing the pleasure as I type with one shaky thumb.
Me: I’m so close, Rook… my pussy is clenching so hard around my fingers. I want your big cock so bad. I want you to ruin me, pump me full of that hot cum until it’s leaking down my thighs.
Rook: That’s it, baby. Such a good little princess for me. I’m stroking so fucking hard thinking about filling that tight pussy. Imagine me pinning you down and breeding you deep while you cum all over my cock.
The dirty words push me right to the edge. I send one final picture, my fingers plunging in and out of my bare, soaked pussy, my thighs trembling visibly in the frame.
My breath catches, thighs clamping around my hand as the orgasm crashes over me hard.
Me: Oh fuck, I’m coming… I’m coming so hard for you, Rook
My back arches off the bed, pussy spasming and gushing around my fingers as wave after wave hits me. I keep rubbing through it, whimpering his name under my breath until I’m a shaking, breathless mess.