I gasped. He moved slowly, stretching me wide. His cock was so big that it hurt. But he was being gentle as I adjusted to the thickness of his massive erection. And soon all I could feel was the pleasure. My whole body felt alive. I arched my back and he thrust himself even deeper, filling me with every inch of him.
I moaned. Fuck this feels good. He grabbed my hips and pumped his length in and out of me. I pushed against his mattress to match his thrusts. He dug his fingers into my hips as he moved faster. He tilted his cock up against my g-spot and my whole body shuddered.
"Yes!" I pushed against the edge of the mattress and forced him even deeper.
He grabbed my hair and tilted my head back. I arched my back as he slammed his hard cock inside me. I could feel myself clench around him. But before I could come he pulled out of me and flipped my body over again. I felt the bed sag as he leaned over top of me. But he wasn't touching me. I wanted him back inside of me.
"Rory, please," I begged. "I'm so close."
Finally I felt his fingers on the sides of my face. He slowly lowered my blindfold.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes." He was even sexier than I had remembered. His hair was mussed up and his body glistened with sweat. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and kissed him. He seemed surprised, but immediately kissed me back. While he kissed me, he guided his cock back inside of me.
I let my hands wander down his strong back. I grabbed his firm ass and gyrated my hips.
He bit my lip softly and pulled away. He looked down at me. His hands were on either side of my face. With every thrust his biceps flexed, making me tremble. He was so sexy. He slammed his massive cock deep inside of me and groaned. I reached up to grab the back of his neck so that he'd kiss me again. But he grabbed my hands and held them firmly over my head.
He moved his hips faster and faster. "Come for me, Keira."
His words were my undoing. I tilted my head back and let myself surrender to him. I felt myself clench around his massive erection. My whole body shuddered as my orgasm crashed down on me. I could feel his cock pulse inside of me as he came, making me shudder again. He groaned as he found his own release. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside me.
I turned and stared into Rory's piercing hazel eyes. A one night stand seemed a lot like the best sex I had ever had. Crap.
Part 2
Chapter 16
I watched Rory's chest rise and fall with each breath. I bit my lip. This wasn't how I was supposed to be feeling. It was supposed to just be a one night stand! I had been so focused on getting him to want me that I never really thought about how I'd feel if it actually happened.
Emily had warned me that I couldn't handle this. And she was right. She was always right. Why did I never listen to her advice? Sex had never just been sex to me. It was sensual and intimate and romantic. It was all those things with Rory too. No. It was better. He knew my body better than I did myself. He had made me feel things I had never felt before.
Rory moaned in his sleep and turned toward me in the bed. The smell of cinnamon mixed with his sweat was the most intoxicating aroma I had ever smelled in my life. A part of me wanted to flee his room so I wouldn't have to look at him anymore. But something was holding me back. If this really was the only time I'd ever be with him, I wanted to revel in it. I wanted to remember the curve of his biceps and how soft his skin was and how his muscles felt pressed against me. Just the thought made me shudder.
I reached out and lightly touched the scruff along his jaw line. How long would one night stands be all he wanted? He'd eventually want more. Marriage, children, the big picture? He had to. I definitely wouldn't mind waking up to his beautiful face every morning.
I shook my head. What am I doing? Staying here in this moment was just going to make living with him harder. All he wanted was sex. He couldn't have made that any more clear. It didn't matter how I felt. I forced myself to quietly climb out of his bed.
I was able to find my shoes in the dark, but I had no idea where my thong and bra were. It didn't matter. I just needed to get out of there. I quickly went into the hallway and closed the door behind me.
***
The sounds of pots and pans banging woke me up. I slowly sat up and hugged my knees into my chest. I couldn't go out there and see him. It didn't matter what I tried to tell myself. I liked him and I wanted it to be more. But he was a player. There was nothing I could do to change that.
I slowly got out of bed and pulled on my silk robe. Now I had to act like everything was back to normal, even though it wasn't. I took a deep breath and walked out to the kitchen.
Rory had his back turned to me. He was wearing a pair of boxer briefs and cooking something at the stove. I wanted to go up behind him and wrap my arms around him. Instead I sat down at the counter.
"Hey!" I said. My voice sounded weird and high pitched.
Rory turned his head. "Good morning," he said with a smile and went back to cooking. He started whistling.
I put my elbow on the counter and rested my chin in my hand. "You seem awfully cheery this morning."
He ignored my comment and placed some eggs and toast on two plates and walked over to me. He placed one plate in front of me and sat down beside me. "Yeah, well." He shrugged. "Does great sex not put you in a good mood?"
I could feel my face blushing. "Great sex?"
He leaned toward me slightly. "Yeah, great sex."
"You're awfully cocky."
"Well you should have heard yourself screaming my name." He raised his eyebrow. His hazel eyes seemed to bore into mine.
I gulped and looked down at my plate. "I doubt you really thought it was great." I pushed the eggs around with my fork.
"What do you mean?"
For some reason I wanted to cry. I didn't want to flirt with him at breakfast like last night meant nothing. I couldn't joke around about sex like he could. It meant more to me than that. "Thanks for breakfast, Rory. I'm going to eat in my room. I have a lot of work to do." The stool squeaked against the floor as I stood up.
"Keira." He grabbed my wrist. "I meant what I said. I had a lot of fun last night."
"Okay."
"Tell me what you meant." He rubbed his thumb against the inside of my wrist.
I wanted him to hold me like this forever. I looked up at him. "I thought you didn't sleep with girls you weren't attracted to."
"I never said I wasn't attracted to you, Keira."
"Yes you did. At your restaurant."
Rory dropped my hand and rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh. Right. I actually just said that so that you'd let me live here."
My wrist tingled where he had touched me. "You lied to me?"
Rory laughed. "Like you haven't lied to me."
"I've never lied to you."
"Seriously?"
I sat back down in my stool. Maybe honesty was the best approach here. "Fine. I never wanted that pact, Rory. I only agreed because I was nervous. And I ramble when I'm nervous. You're so handsome." I held my breath. It was all out there now.
He laughed. "It's okay. I knew."
"Was it really that obvious?"