My heart is pounding, but for once, it’s not with anger or fear. There’s something so relieving about being able to leave those emotions behind for even just a second, to let myself give in to the connection between me and Rory.
He bites down on my bottom lip, and I moan for him, shifting closer. Pleasure is a damned good distraction from the darkness of my thoughts lately, and I take it, pulling back so I can pant for breath.
I’m still not close enough to him, though. Unable to stand the inches of space that separate us, I throw caution to the damned wind and climb onto his lap.
Rory laughs, and it’s a low sound that almost feels like a physical touch as the tension heightens between us.
“Eager?” he teases me.
“Nah,” I taunt back, my voice husky. He grins widely.
As if calling my obvious bluff, he reaches up and untucks the corner of my towel, sending it unwinding and dropping down to the floor, exposing the fact that I’m still completely naked from my shower.
He groans at the sight of me, feasting his eyes on my body for a second before his hands get in the mix. They’re big and calloused, proof that he’s definitely worked with them before. The rough pads of his fingers feel so damned good on my chest, and I can’t help but moan when he strokes them over the soft skin of my tits and then hefts each of them in his hands.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs.
“Me, or my tits?” I shoot back, breathless.
“Both.” Rory chuckles, then thumbs the peaks of my nipples, making them tighten even more.
“What is it…” I start, and then break off with a little moan when he takes one nipple between his thumb and finger to pinch and twist it, tugging it away from my body and making me arch. “…with men and tits?”
“They’re soft.” Rory grins wickedly and pinches my other nipple as well, sending a jolt of heat through my body. “And when I do that, you make the best sounds.”
He’s not even wrong. I can feel myself getting wet, my pussy going slick and needy, just from him playing with my tits. He lets up on the pinching, smoothing the slight bursts of pain away with gentle stroking that has me panting after only a couple of seconds.
My nipples have always been sensitive, and just the way his fingers tease at them has me rocking in his lap, moving so I can spread my legs and straddle him properly.
“I should have known you’d like this,” he murmurs, those green eyes dark with desire as they flash up to my face quickly. “A little pain with your pleasure. Just to keep it interesting.”
He punctuates that by twisting my nipple again, this time harder, and I can’t stifle the cry it draws from me, or the way it makes my body throb with my own desire.
“Fuck, Rory,” I pant, and it sounds almost like begging.
He picks up on it too, his grin turning even more wicked around the edges.
“I know what you want,” he murmurs. With one last soothing stroke, he moves his hand down from my chest, ghosting his touch over my stomach and then further down. “You know what you want, too. Don’t you? I bet you’re so wet already.”
He doesn’t even give me a chance to respond before he’s touching me again, sliding one hand along the mound of my pussy, just on the outside and not close enough to where I want him yet.
I whine softly, and he laughs that breathy laugh but doesn’t make me wait too much longer before he gives in.
Clearly he wants to touch me just as badly as I want him.
Of the three of them, Rory’s the only one I haven’t gone this far with yet. I’m pretty sure he knows I’ve done stuff with both Sloan and Levi, and now that he’s got the chance to have his turn, he seems determined to make it a good one.
His fingers find my wet center, and two of them slide between my folds, finding my clit with ease. It throbs, almost in anticipation of his touch, and when he presses the pads of those fingers into the sensitive button, I moan and let my eyes fall closed, hips rocking against his hand in search of more friction.
“Does that feel good?” he asks, and it comes out sounding half like dirty talk, half like he actually wants to know.
So I nod, because it feels really fucking good.
Spurred on by my response, Rory increases the pressure of his fingers. My eyes snap open as heat flares through me, my entire body clenching with a jolt of pleasure.
Hungry to get my hands on him too, I reach down between us and find the hem of his shirt and shift him enough that I can yank it over his head. It takes his hands away from my body for a second, but it’s worth it for the view.
His chest is well defined, leading down to a firm and toned stomach and a trail of hair that disappears into the waistband of his gym shorts. He’s hotter than hell and just as dangerous for me, and I feel like I might spontaneously combust just from looking at him.
After giving me a few seconds to blatantly ogle him, Rory’s arms come around me, and he grips my ass hard, dragging me closer and into another messy kiss.
Our lips collide, and as our tongues dance, every single thought seems to flee my head.
The only thing I’m focused on in this moment is the hot, slick feeling of his mouth against mine and the way I can feel him getting hard under me. I rock against him, whimpering softly when I hit the bulge of his cock just right, sparking heat between our bodies.
He groans, fingers digging harder into my ass, and I wonder if he’s going to leave fingerprints behind. I sort of hope he does. I don’t know why, but I like the idea of being marked by him, of him leaving an imprint of himself on my body.
Maybe it’s because some part of my brain knows how stupid this is. It knows this should never happen again—that it shouldn’t even be happening now—and it wants something to remember him by.
His hands roam up and down my back, then wind into my hair once more, yanking my head to the side so he can kiss at my neck, blazing a hot trail from ear to shoulder with his mouth.
“Rory,” I pant. “Fuck.”
He just laughs again and surges his hips up so he can grind against me. The heat between us just keeps climbing, wrapping around us like a bubble that shields us from the rest of the world. I’m only focused on the man beneath me, the heat and hardness of him, the way his mouth feels as it roams over my neck.
I reach down and stroke him through the thin material of his gym shorts, and I’m rewarded with a muted curse and another pulse of his hips pressing upward. He’s so hard, and I keep teasing him, dragging the fabric of his shorts against the curve of his dick until he growls in frustration.
In a second, he’s moving, dumping me off his lap onto my back on the bed. He shifts up onto his knees for a second so he can shuck off his shorts, and I stare at the sight of him completely naked.
He’s the tallest and the bulkiest of the three guys I’ve been forced to live with, and he has a cock to match. It’s thick and long with a slight curve in the shaft, and Jesus—it’s just as goddamned fucking hot as the rest of him.
If I wasn’t already wet as hell, I definitely would be now.
“See something you like, Hurricane?” he teases, taking in my expression with heated eyes.
I can barely respond. My mouth has gone completely dry as I take in his cock and the rest of his body. His skin is tanned, a little lighter at his hips and thighs where it’s gotten less sun, and there are so many chiseled planes of muscle that my greedy gaze can’t even take them all in at once. I want to run my tongue over each one.