Chapter 13 #2
I moan and push back against him. He doesn’t make me wait.
One hand stays on my tit while the other slides down between my legs.
Two thick fingers push straight into my soaked pussy without warning.
I cry out, forehead pressed to the tile as he fucks me with his hand, curling his fingers against that spot that makes my knees weak.
“Already this wet?” he rasps in my ear, biting the side of my neck. “You been thinking about my cock all day, princess? Thinking about me filling this tight little pussy?”
“Yes,” I gasp, rocking back onto his fingers. “Rook…please,” I moan.
He pulls his fingers out, lines up, and slams into me in one brutal thrust. I moan loud as he buries himself balls-deep, stretching me open around his thick cock.
Water pounds down over us as he starts fucking me hard and fast against the wall, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin echoing in the small space.
One of my legs hooks back around his hip so he can drive even deeper. His hand grips my throat lightly from behind while the other reaches around to rub tight, relentless circles over my swollen clit.
“That’s it,” he growls, pounding into me. “Take it. Take every fucking inch. You walk into my shower naked like this and you’re gonna get fucked exactly how you need it.”
I’m already close, walls fluttering around him. He feels it and fucks me harder, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot with every thrust.
“Come on my cock, baby,” he orders, voice rough. “Now.”
I shatter with a broken cry, pussy clamping down around him so hard he curses.
My orgasm rips through me, thighs shaking as I gush around his cock.
Rook doesn’t stop, he fucks me straight through it, drawing it out until I’m whimpering and oversensitive.
Only then does he let go. He slams in deep one final time, grinding against my ass as he comes with a low, savage groan, pulsing hot and thick inside me.
I feel every spurt, his cock twitching as he fills me.
Rook doesn’t say anything. He just reaches for the body wash, lathers his hands, and cleans me gently between my thighs with careful, tender strokes.
The contrast of how rough he just fucked me and how softly he’s touching me now makes my chest ache.
He helps me out of the shower, wraps a towel around me, and dries me off himself, slow, thorough, like I’m something precious.
The way he treats me, like I matter, hits me hard. I’ve never been treated like this.
When I’m dry, he scoops me up bridal-style and carries me straight to his bed.
He lays me down on my back and climbs over me, sliding back inside in one smooth, deep thrust. This time he fucks me slower, deeper, eyes locked on mine the entire time.
Our hands find each other, fingers lacing together beside my head as he rolls his hips in long, deliberate strokes.
“Look at me, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough but quiet. “I want to see you.”
I do. I can’t look away. Every slow thrust drags against that perfect spot inside me, building the pleasure in steady waves instead of the frantic rush from the shower. He keeps our hands locked, thumbs stroking over my knuckles like he’s anchoring us both.
“You feel so fucking good,” he breathes against my lips. “So tight. So perfect. All mine.”
I squeeze his hands tighter, legs wrapping around his waist as another orgasm builds, slower and deeper this time.
When it hits, it rolls through me in long, pulsing waves.
I moan his name as my pussy flutters and clenches around him.
Rook follows right after, burying himself deep with a low groan, his forehead pressed to mine as he comes inside me again.
He stays there, still buried deep, our hands still laced together. He kisses me slow and sweet, nothing like the desperate hunger from earlier.
“Stay tonight,” he says quietly, lips brushing my temple. “No sneaking out. I want you right here when I wake up.”
I nod against his chest, too wrung out and satisfied to fight it. “Okay.”
His arms tighten around me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear anyway.
When I wake up in the morning, Rook is already awake, propped on one elbow watching me with that quiet intensity that makes my stomach flip. He brushes a strand of hair off my face. “Morning,” he murmurs.
“Morning,” I whisper back.
He studies me for a long second and I can tell there’s something serious he wants to say. I sit up against the headboard with the sheet pulled up over my chest. “What’s going on?” I ask, heart pounding.
He cups my cheek, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “I can’t keep doing this, Princess. We’re telling your dad soon. I’m not hiding this from him or the club any longer than I have to.”
My heart stutters. “Rook…”
“I know it’s messy. I know Piston’s gonna want to put me through a wall. But you’re not some dirty secret, Scarlett. You’re mine. And I’m not pretending otherwise.”
I swallow hard, nodding even though the fear is still there, coiled tight in my chest. “Okay. We’ll tell him soon.”
He leans down and kisses me slow and deep, like he’s sealing a promise. “Soon.”