Chapter 31 #2
“This is your home, so we will feed you well. Especially if you’re going to need your energy,” replies Rory, smirking at me.
Oh he heard everything all right. We fall into an easy conversation over dinner and I marvel at how well everyone gets on.
Anyone would think they have lived together for a long time, not a few days.
So I ask, “How long have you had the apartment and been living together?”
“A week,” confirms Mack.
“You emailed me exactly one week ago,” I say thinking back to the week that has been.
“I emailed you the minute we were in the door. We didn’t want to wait a second longer,” confirms Mack.
“I’m looking forward to playing with you again,” I say, fixing him with a stare that says more than any words can do.
“Soon. Tonight you are Rory’s, you be a good girl now and look after him too.” My eyes flash as he tells me who I am fucking tonight. Fuck, I like this dynamic, all of it. Rory clears his throat, pulling my attention to him.
“I have to fly out of the city tomorrow but I’ll be back Tuesday, Princess.”
“I’ll miss you,” I say solemnly to Rory but then brighten, “I’m glad I get you to myself tonight then.
” He grins and the dinner flies by. Soon it’s 8pm and everything is washed up and put away.
I yawn, we had a late boozy night the evening before.
I would ordinarily be climbing into bed at this time if I was home alone.
“I have an early flight Princess,” says Rory who is about to continue but I cut him off.
“I need an early night too. Shall we go to bed?” I ask, looking forward to spending some alone time with him, even if it’s for a short amount of time.
I kiss each of my men goodnight, which is an odd feeling but one I wouldn’t swap for the world.
I go into our bedroom and get ready for bed, brushing my teeth alongside Rory.
It’s a strange contrast between familiarity and feeling safe with him but also this being so new and having never shared a bathroom with him before.
It feels awkward but not uncomfortable. I’ve shared my body with him almost every month for over two years.
But I have never stood next to him brushing my teeth.
I climb into the well-made king bed in the grey t-shirt Flynn lent me the previous night but forgo panties.
I’m not sure what makes me do it but it feels right.
Maybe it’s just seeing Rory in his black boxers that has my temperature rising.
He’s not the biggest, the tallest or the most muscly in the house.
He is just a bit taller than me and lean, but what lies behind those dark eyes is a darkness I find attractive.
He is intelligent and smart, spends his days working with clients and numbers, suited and booted.
But when he’s with me, he unleashes what he cannot elsewhere.
He is the very reason why the Clarendon works so well.
The Clarendon allows him to let his darkness out once in a while and I have the pleasure of taking it.
Rory turns off the light and walks towards the bed.
I can only see the outline of his body in the darkened room but I see his movement as he tugs down his boxers and climbs into bed.
I wonder what he might do, I wonder what I should do.
He lies on his back away from me and my heart sinks a little.
But fuck it, he’s going away, I won’t see him.
So I slide myself across the bed and when I get to him, I lay on my side with my head propped up on my elbow and look at him in the darkness, only just making out his frame.
“Hey you, are you ok?” I ask softly, trailing a finger across his chest.
He rolls onto his side to look back at me in the darkness. “I don’t want to push you when I know you’ve already taken a lot of cock today.”
“Rory,” I say sternly, “you can stop right there. I’m surrounded by gorgeous men, you don’t think I have a burning desire for you all, seemingly every second I’m around you all?
” I say matter of factly. I cup my hand on his face because I cannot see how he feels.
His cheeks lift into what I guess is a smile.
“I didn’t want to take advantage of you, you’ve been here just one day.”
“Would you mind if I take advantage of you then?” I ask shrewdly, edging my body closer to his in the bed.
There is only one thing keeping us apart and that is his cock poking me between my legs, asking for permission.
“In fact, fuck it, Rory. I want you, I’m going to take what I want from you,” I say as I push him down into the bed and climb on top of him, pulling my shirt up and over my head.
“When you dipped your cock in that mousse and fed it into my mouth, that was the single hottest way I’ve ever eaten a dessert,” I say as I line myself up over him.
“Please only ever feed me chocolate mousse with your cock from now on,” I breathe out as I begin to slide down his length, drawing him into my core and loving every inch of him.
Rory’s hands find my hips and I feel the grip of them.
“I need to hurt you, Sophie,” he growls and I know it’s the pain he inflicts that gets him off.
“Then hurt me, Rory and then put me back together again,” I say as I begin to ride him, the thought of how he wants to hurt me spurring me on, making my core flutter around him.
“Fuck,” Rory groans as I thrust my hips over him, enjoying the way his cock fits so nicely inside of me.
Rory pulls my head down to him where his lips crash onto mine, smothering me.
He kisses me unapologetically until his mouth savages my neck, his teeth nipping and lightly biting as I move up and down, riding him.
I surrender to him as his mouth moves down to my collarbone, his naked hunger for me moving across my skin leaving a trail of electricity.
Then he rolls us and he’s on top, fucking me into his bed.
Need begins to thrum between my legs as my orgasm builds and he thrusts harder.
Then he lowers a hand over my mouth and bites down on the top of my breast, the pain of it making me scream into his hand as I come undone below him, my orgasm ripping through me, making me see stars.
Rory thrusts deeper and harder as his cock swells and he unloads inside of me, groaning through his climax as he releases his hand so his mouth can kiss and lick into mine.
When his cock has stopped throbbing inside of me he slides out and rolls back onto his side.
“You should just take what you want, Rory,” I manage to pant out. “Because everyone in this house will, including me. And I don’t want you to miss out on that.” I feel him move across the bed to plant a much softer kiss on my lips, like an entirely different person to the one he was a minute ago.
“In the future, I promise I will,” he whispers.
“Now let me clean you up.” He climbs out of the bed and heads into his ensuite, reemerging with a wash cloth that he dabs between my legs and a tube I assume is antiseptic cream that he rubs on my bite.
It stings a little so I know he must have broken the skin.
Then he climbs into bed, pulls me to him and we slide into the depths of an easy sleep together.