Chapter 14 #2
He bends his knees, grabs me by my hips, and lifts me onto a clear spot on the desk. I yelp in surprise and grasp his shoulders for balance. He doesn’t strain to pick me up, and I find that I like him being able to manhandle me.
My knees spread as Rory steps in between my legs, which pushes the hem of my dress all the way up to my hips, and I kick off my heels to get a little more comfortable.
He places his hands on my thighs and slides them up as he stares at my center.
The coverage from my red lacy thong is minimal, making me blush, but Rory seems to be entranced by the sight.
I only hope he can’t see how wet I am from the little we’ve done.
“So perfect,” he whispers reverently.
I squirm, needing more.
Rory drops down to his knees and plants a kiss on the inside of my knee. Then he trails his lips up my inner thigh. When he gets to my center, he drags his nose over the little slip of fabric covering my pussy, inhaling.
“Fuck, you smell like heaven.”
I whimper from his brief touch and attempt to close my legs, but his wide shoulders prevent me.
Rory pushes my dress up higher, exposing the thin straps of my thong. He kisses his way to my hips, then nips me, snagging the material between his teeth. I lift my hips, allowing him to drag my panties down my legs. Instead of tossing them to the side, he stuffs the red lace in his pocket.
The cool breeze against my warm center sends a chill through me that’s both nerve-racking and enticing.
When Rory’s eyes meet my exposed flesh, he groans deeply. “I need a taste, Savannah.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond as he shoves his face at the apex of my thighs. His tongue traces over my slit, forcing a moan from my throat.
With his hands, he pushes my legs wider as his tongue dips between my folds and licks at my opening. Then he glides up to my clit, circling it.
“I need you dripping on my desk, Dream Girl. I want to smell you in this room for days.” His dirty words ratchet up my desire.
“Oh my—” Another swipe of his tongue cuts me off, and I almost choke on my words, quite literally.
Rory feasts on my pussy like a starving man. His moans vibrate his tongue, making me cry out in pleasure. Pretty soon, a heat builds low in my belly, and I feel it begin to consume me.
I’ve orgasmed before. But self-induced orgasms are different from those given by a man worshipping my body.
Every muscle in my body locks up and tightens, and my thighs wrap around Rory’s head as I fall over the cliff into a euphoric abyss.
Rory’s tongue slows, guiding me through my orgasm. When I’m finally able to relax, I collapse backward onto my elbows.
Any attempt to catch my breath at this point would be futile. I don’t know if my heart will ever return to a normal rate.
Rory stands, towering over me, his face glistens with my cum, and he makes no move to wipe it off.
I watch him through lust-filled eyes as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest and abdomen. He has more of a swimmer’s build—lean and toned. My lips part as I admire every inch of his skin.
I find myself disappointed when he doesn’t unbuckle his belt next. Instead, he grabs the bottom of my dress and lifts it up. “This needs to go.”
My dress slides right off, exposing my breasts. I decided to forgo a bra tonight since the dress isn’t suited for one. I didn’t want to have to tug and adjust the fabric all night, so it seemed easier to go without.
He stares at my chest as desire builds in his eyes. My nipples harden under his gaze, and he smirks.
Wanting an even playing field, I nod my head to his pants. “Those need to go too.”
Rory smirks and says, “Whatever you want.” He toes off his shoes and swiftly removes his belt. After he undoes his pants, he pushes them down his legs, taking his boxers with them. His cock springs free, thick and hard.
There’s no way the thing is going to fit inside me. Nope. Not possible.
I contemplate backing out right here, right now. Rory is the kind of man who wouldn’t freak out because I changed my mind. He’d step away and let me get dressed. He’d probably even put me in a cab to make sure I got home.
But I want this.
Rory chuckles at the shock still stuck on my face. “Don’t worry. I’ll go slow.” He encircles his cock with his hand and pumps a few times.
The sight has me curious to know what it feels like to have him inside me. I know it’ll hurt at first, but with him, I know I’ll be okay.
I push myself off the desk, bringing us chest to chest, and wrap my arms around his neck. I pull slightly, and he eagerly complies as his lips meet mine. I taste my arousal on his lips, which gets me worked up all over again. The kiss quickly turns wild as our hands roam each other’s bodies.
Rory grabs my hips and lifts me again. But instead of setting me on his desk, he turns and takes a few steps, pressing my back up against the wall. The cool surface makes me shiver, and I realize he has my naked body pressed up against the glass.
I wrap my legs around his waist, aligning his length with my slit. Just the feeling of his length pushing between my folds is too much.
My head falls back and to the side, and a long moan leaves my mouth.
When I open my eyes, I’m looking down at all the unsuspecting people gyrating their bodies to the mixes from the DJ.
If the glass were transparent, all someone would need to do is tilt their head up and they’d see every inch of my body.
A rush of arousal leaks from my core, slipping down onto the mirror.
Rory observes my reaction and smirks. “Do you like that, Dream Girl? Do you want everyone in the club to see how perfect you are? Do you want them to see how well you’re going to take my cock?”
I whimper louder as the tip of his erection nudges at my entrance.
Rory suddenly goes still. “Shit. Sorry. Let me grab a condom.”
My mouth moves before my mind can think. “No. Don’t.”
Rory eyes me like I’m crazy, and maybe I am. The thought of something between us for our first time—for my first time—is upsetting. I don’t like it. Besides, I’m already on birth control.
“Don’t?” He asks with a raise of his brow.
“I’m on birth control, and I’m clean. If you’re clean, then I’m good.”
His eyes go wide. “I’m clean. But…are you sure?”
“Yes,” I answer honestly.
“Goddamn,” Rory swears, “You really are my Dream Girl.” He leans back in, kissing me intensely.
His cock pushes at my entrance again, and I force myself to relax. He coats his length in my cum, then eases his way in only an inch.
“You’re so tight,” he curses in my ear, sliding out and leaving the head of his cock inside. With a small push, he gives me a few more inches.
I feel a twinge of pain, signaling that Rory is about to take my virginity. He pauses, like he knows, but I don’t give him a moment to ask any questions.
Using my legs as leverage, I push my hips down and pull him into me at the same time. Rory doesn’t fight me, complying with my direction.
The sting isn’t unbearable, but it isn’t pleasant either.
“Sav—”
I don’t let him finish speaking by sealing my lips to his. Again, he doesn’t fight me. Rory kisses me back and keeps his hips still.
This man has a magic tongue or something because when he uses it on me, I turn into a wanton woman that I don’t recognize.
Timidly, I roll my hips, and that warmth in my stomach starts to build again. Rory doesn’t move as I explore the sensations I feel with different movements.
When I circle my hips as I slide down his cock, I moan deep into his mouth. My inner muscles clench, and Rory is unable to hold back any longer.
I let my head fall back again, closing my eyes and reveling in the pure bliss. Rory slows for a second, and my eyes pop back open.
His head is turned to the side, giving me a profile view of his face. My curiosity has me turning my own head to discover what he’s looking at. Before I can figure it out, his attention snaps back to me, and he devours my mouth.
We resume our thrusts, moving in sync and deriving pleasure from each other. It doesn’t take long before I’m at the edge of the cliff again. I want to come, but I need something else. Something more, but I’m not sure what.
Rory slides his hand between our bodies and finds my clit. He pinches the bundle of nerves, shooting me into oblivion. I scream my climax, my entire body basking in the best physical feeling I’ve ever experienced.
Rory’s hips lose their rhythm as he follows me over the edge. Each thrust extends my pleasure.
When our bodies finally relax, Rory leans into me, holding me against the wall. If he were to let go right now, I have no doubt that I would fall into a puddle on the floor.
My chest pushes against his as my lungs heave shallow breaths in and out.
Rory steps back, taking me with him. He carries me to the couch on the opposite side of the room and gently sets me down. On the little table next to us, he grabs a few tissues and wipes my core, cleaning the mess we’ve made.
I try to back away, but he hooks his hand around my calf. “Stay.”
“I’m not a dog,” I comment sarcastically, but he doesn’t banter back.
His full attention is focused on cleaning my vagina. It’s a little awkward, but I’m not sure what else to do right now. I’ve never been in this situation before.
When he’s done, he cleans himself. I refuse to look, knowing he’ll see the evidence for himself.
Then he throws the dirty tissues away in a trash can by his desk and gathers our clothing.
He even remembers to grab my purse. He sits next to me on the couch, handing me my dress, and begins putting his pants on.
After I’m dressed and Rory has his pants on, the quiet between us becomes too much for me.
“I should get home...” I trail off.
“Was that your first time?” He blurts out.
His question makes sense. If I were him, I’d be curious too. But right now, my brain is running away from logic.
Instead, the only thought in my mind is, “I’m not clean.”
My stomach contracts into a tight ball as I realize what I’ve just done.
“Savannah? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Staring down at my lap, my hands turn so my palms are up. My vision blurs as a metallic smell fills my nose. I blink twice to clear my sight, and my hands turn a shade of red. I contract and flex my hands, but the crimson stain is still there.
“Savannah?”
Rory’s voice echoes as it fades into the recesses of my conscious mind.
The red spreads to my wrists like it’s going to envelop me. I rub my fingertips together and find them slippery.
It’s blood.
My blood.
You cannot relinquish the seal of your garden. Once it’s gone, it’s gone. You will become a whore so unclean that you won’t be worthy to enter the Holy of Holies and gaze upon the Ark of the Covenant.
Oh God. What have I done?
My voice is barely audible. “I’m unclean.”
“What?” Rory places his hand over my palm, but I move out of his reach, scrambling to the opposite end of the couch.
I can’t let my transgression corrupt him.
My eyes finally meet Rory’s as they squint in concern. “Are you hurt?”
“I have to go.” I swipe my shoes and purse, darting for the exit.
“Wait!”
Ignoring Rory’s shouts, I open the door, thankfully unlocked, and sprint down the narrow hall.
“What the fuck did you do to her? What happened?”
When I get to the second door that leads to the VIP area, I glance back and find a shirtless Rory arguing with…Luke?
Luke’s lips are curled back in a snarl as he pokes Rory in the chest. Rory looks back at him with the same fury.
When did Luke get here? Did he see…
I don’t want to think about what this could mean. I’ll fall apart right here, and I’m barely holding it together as it is.
Simultaneously, they turn their heads in my direction. Rory’s eyes go wide, and Luke’s mouth pulls into a frown. When they move for me, my feet start to move again.
The humid, warm air of the club hits me in the face along with the blaring music. Sprinting through the VIP area and down the stairs, I set aside the thought of what could possibly be on the floor and touching my bare feet.
I shove patrons aside as I cross the main floor. Shouts of frustration and surprise are drowned out by the booming bass.
After angering almost every person in Onyx, I make it outside. The cool air is a shock to my system, but I don’t let it slow me down. A taxi is on the verge of pulling away from the curb, and I make it to the rear door before it integrates itself with the flow of traffic.
Knocking on the window, the cab driver brakes and lets me in.
“Where to?” she asks.
“Brooklyn.”
I’m finally able to catch my breath, but I don’t dare look behind me. I don’t want to see the look on their faces.
I finally did it. I had sex, and it was amazing.
But my father found his way into my head and ruined it all.
Just like he always does.