by Kay Manis
The mattress dipped as he straddled my hips, placing cold objects along the mid-line of my body, from my throat down past my belly button.
What was he doing?
Using my body as his canvas, he drizzled more chocolate, artistically swirling the hot liquid around the objects. His lips licked between my breasts. He was eating whatever it was laying on top of me. I was his human dish.
I wanted him so badly. I tugged at the restraints, unable to take the sensual assault.
He moved down to the next morsel, his lips stroking my skin, his tongue pushing the food around on my body before he sucked it in. “You taste so sweet, baby.” His breath caressed the heated skin of my abdomen.
My hands and feet jerked on the cuffs and my legs spasmed as my own liquid heat spilled over in a pre-orgasmic rush. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take this. “Rory,” I pleaded.
He crawled closer to my face. “Yes, baby?”
I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t think, I was delirious with desire. It was excruciating pain mixed with mind-blowing pleasure that had me going crazy.
His lips pressed against mine, his tongue probing for entrance.
I opened my mouth, licking and sucking at him, as I lifted my hips off the mattress. I needed something, anything to rub against to relieve the ache between my legs.
“Oh, no, Miss Hagen. Not yet,” he admonished, moving off the bed.
Shit!
I was going to spontaneously combust if he didn’t touch me down there soon. I had to find something to distract myself.
I concentrated on the music. It was soft and melodic, floating through the room like a lullaby. My over-sensitized nerves subsided for a bit, but as I drew in a deep breath, my nose was overcome by the erotic scent of Rory himself, and I was pulsating with need again.
I yanked on the restraints so hard, I knew I’d have bruises for a week. How would I explain that at my next client meeting? Images of work invaded my mind, especially Axel and his threats.
“Come back to me, Hindley,” he murmured in my ear.
How could he tell I was gone when he couldn’t even see my eyes?
“I know you.” He rubbed his fingers along my nipples then squeezed both so hard I whimpered. As soon as he released them, I felt such exquisite pleasure I almost cried. How was that possible?
“Pleasure from pain,” he said, answering my silent question.
“Oh my God, Rory,” I panted.
“I know, baby.” His mouth worked its way down further.
I held my breath. As he neared the spot where I needed him most, his mouth retreated, replaced by something hard and cool.
“Rory,” I begged, not knowing how much more I could take.
He laughed, moving the object slowly back and forth, dipping it between my legs.
“Oh, God,” I moaned at the beautiful pressure. It was heaven, and hell. I needed more. I needed him.
He continued to tease me with the object, pulling it away just as I was on the cusp of release. “Feel it all, Hindley,” he whispered in my ear.
My breathing grew labored and I feared I might pass out. Something slid inside me but it wasn’t Rory. I tried to close my legs around the object but the straps held my legs in place, making it impossible to find the relief I so desperately needed.
A loud click echoed through the room and the object within me came to life, pulsating inside me. Oh, God, it was a vibrator. And it was inside me. I’d seen plenty in Regan’s shop, but I’d never used one.
The music grew louder, reaching a deep crescendo just as warm syrup dripped on my breasts. He rubbed something cold around my nipples before taking one in his mouth.
I pulled at the restraints, overcome with the sensations.
He slipped something against my lips. “Open,” he said.
I complied and he slid something soft and large inside.
“Bite,” he commanded.
I did, the taste exploding in my mouth. It was a banana covered in the chocolate syrup.
“Chew.”
I groaned, the intensity of the vibrator pushing me further to the edge almost too much to bear. I wanted to complain, tell him I couldn’t go on, but the banana kept me from speaking.
“Hold on to it, Hindley,” he whispered against my cheek. “Don’t come yet. Chew.”
I did as he asked, focusing on the taste, the smell, the feel of the fruit.
Something clicked and the vibrator’s speed increased. I bucked my hips.
“Swallow,” he said.
I did, panting with need.
“Now,” he whispered as he tugged the vibrator out then pushed it back in before rotating it several times.
The orgasm hit me so fast, with an intensity I’d never felt before. I cried out, my voice hoarse as my fingers curled and dug into my palms. My body hummed with pleasure as I pulled at my restraints.
Before I could catch my breath, the vibrator was jerked out of me and replaced with Rory.
“Oh, God,” I yelled, my body still convulsing from the climax.
“Again,” he said, thrusting into me.
I shook my head. There was no way I could come again. I was aching to the point of pain.
His body rocked into mine and I felt the pressure build again.
“Feel it,” he said. “Tactile.”
Heat spread across my skin as his voice sent chills up and down my spine. A sharp tingle started between my legs and quickly spread through my body.
“Again,” he repeated.
One last thrust of his hips and my body was pushed over the edge. Every muscle burned and contracted, pleasure flooding through my veins. I opened my mouth to cry out but Rory fastened his over mine, his tongue thrusting, pushing my orgasm even higher as he pulsated inside me.
Completely spent, I collapsed back into the mattress.
Rory lifted his body from mine as he slipped the blindfold off my face.
I blinked several times, unable to open my eyes.
“Are you in there?” Rory whispered.
“Umm hmm,” I moaned.
“Tactile,” he whispered against my neck.
“Umm hmm.”
“T-A-C-T-I-L-E.”
Finding the strength to move again, I turned my head toward his voice, blinking my eyes open as I tried to focus on his beautiful face. “Umm hm,” I repeated.
“Is that all you can say?”
“Umm hmm.” I giggled.
“Let’s get you out of these.”
“Okay,” I sighed, having no idea what he was talking about. I closed my eyes, still lost in the tingling sparks racing through my body.
“Come on.” He scooped me up, tucking me into his warm, hard body.
“Where?” I asked. I rotated my wrists and ankles freely. He’d unhooked me.
“Hot tub. Outside.” He opened the sliding door.
A cool breeze rushed over my exposed skin, waking me from my lust-filled haze. “But we’re naked.”
Without saying a word, he gently sunk down into the deliciously warm water.
At that moment, I didn’t care whether I was dressed or as bare as the day I was born.
Rory nestled me between his legs, his hard-on resting against my backside.
“Don’t worry,” he answered my silent worry. “I only want to rub your muscles. I know you’re sore. I was pretty relentless with you. I’m sorry.” His fingers wrapped around my shoulders, rubbing deep into my muscles. His touch was heaven.
I sunk back into his chest with a heavy sigh.
The sun was setting, blanketing the sky with a kaleidoscope of blues, magentas, and oranges, their reflective colors dancing across the ocean. I’d never felt more peaceful in all my life. I belonged here.
“Live with me,” he whispered.
“What?” I twisted around to face him, afraid he’d heard my thoughts.
“After X Games. Move here. Live with me.”
“Are you serious?” I searched his eyes but found no trace of hum
or.
“Very serious. California’s beautiful. You’ll love it here.”
“Rory, I can’t just up and leave my life.”
“Why not?”
“You’re on the road like forty weeks out of the year.”
“You can come with me.” His trance-like smile was drawing me in. “We’ll come back here when we’re not traveling.”
“What about my job?”
“Quit.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m very serious,” he said. “I love you.” His blue eyes shined in the light of the last rays of the setting sun. “I want you with me. Always.”
Always? What was he talking about? Was he asking me to marry him?
“Rory, we’ve known each other like, a hot minute?”
“So?”
I turned around, pressing my back against his chest, drawing in a deep breath, willing away my pending anxiety attack. We hadn’t even gone public yet and he already wanted me to move in with him.
“Let’s enjoy tonight, okay?” I whispered, letting my head fall back on his shoulder.
He kissed my temple as he continued to massage my shoulders and wrists. “I love you, Hindley,” he whispered in my ear.
I trembled when his breath danced across my skin. “I know,” I replied. “Just give me tonight, okay?”
His strong hands moved down to my hips, twisting me around to face him.
Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist, straddling his body, shackling his shoulders with my arms. This was my favorite place to be in the world, wrapped around my Skater Boy.
His eyes were a sky-blue tonight, brighter and livelier than I’d ever seen them before. He was happy, that was clear.
“You’re mine, Hindley.”
“I am.” I pulled myself toward him so our bodies were molded into one. I felt his heartbeat strum against my chest.
Axel’s vicious face popped into my mind again. He held the key that could possibly destroy my life with Rory before it even began. I couldn’t let that happen. I squeezed Rory’s neck even tighter. All I wanted more than anything in the world was to be with Rory, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do to make that happen.
“I am yours,” I repeated in his ear, more for myself than for him. “Always.”
Chapter 22
-HINDLEY-
I scooted closer to Rory on the couch, snuggling into his body. “This is nice.”
“What?” he asked, draping his arm over my shoulder, tightening his hold on me.
“Sitting here, on the couch, watching a movie with you. It seems so, regular.”
“You like regular?” he asked with a hint of sarcasm.
“Sometimes, I love regular.” I knelt up and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Sometimes.”
His eyes shined with playfulness. I could get lost in him.
I wanted to live with Rory more than anything in the world, but too much was up in the air right now to commit to him. I sat back down and snuggled into his huge frame, laying my head on his chest and inhaling his delicious scent. Times like these were rare for us.
The ding from the microwave broke our moment. “Popcorn’s ready.” He set me aside and stood.
“Awe,” I whimpered.
“I’ll be right back, babe.” He reached down and took my face in his hands and gave me a light peck on the lips. It was a small gesture but it meant so much. “What do you want to drink?” he yelled from the kitchen.
“What do you have?” I looked over the sofa, admiring his muscular body. He was wearing the same pajama pants from earlier, but now he had a snug T-shirt covering his torso. I smiled at what lay underneath. I wasn’t sure I’d make it through the entire movie without trying to lick every inch of him again.
“Lemonade, tea, milk, or water?”
“Chocolate milk?” I snickered, raising my eyebrows.
He straightened up from the refrigerator and turned to look at me. “That could be arranged, Miss Hagen.”
“Better not.” I laughed. “I want to watch the movie. How about lemonade, please?”
“One lemonade, coming right up.”
I watched as he gracefully moved around the kitchen, piling the popcorn in a bowl, filling our glasses with ice and mixing the lemonade.
A chiming sound echoed through the room.
“It’s my cell.” He nodded toward the coffee table. “Who is it?”
I picked up the phone but the number said ‘Unknown.’ “It doesn’t say.”
“Answer it, please.”
“Okay.” He was giving me a lot of trust by letting me handle his cell phone. The thought made me smile. “Hello?” No one answered. “Hello?” I repeated.
“Shelly?” a woman asked.
“Who?”
“Is this Shelly?”
“No. I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong number?”
“Is Rory there?”
Oh, no. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. What if Shelly was an ex-girlfriend, an ex-lover? What if this chick was? Who was she and why was she calling him from an unlisted number? And how the fuck did she even have his number? My stomach cramped and my hands broke out with sweat as the green monster of jealousy spread through my veins. I’d never felt this possessive before in all my life.
“Yes,” I said flatly. “Hold on please.” I stood to take the phone to Rory, but he was already standing in front of me. He stared at me in confusion.
I held out the phone toward him. “It’s for you.”
“Who is it?” he asked, setting the bowl and drinks down on the coffee table.
“I don’t know, she didn’t say.”
His fingers folded around mine as he covered the mouthpiece. “Are you all right?”
“She asked if I was Shelly.”
His face went ashen. His crystal blue eyes grew darker with every passing second and his fingers twitched as he slowly took the phone from my hand. Turning his back on me, he stalked away from the sofa.
“How the fuck did you get this number?” he seethed.
I shivered as I realized my worst fears were coming true. This was a psycho ex-girlfriend. Maybe he had asked this woman to live with him too. No, he wouldn’t have talked to her that way if he had. The battling dialogue in my head was making me nauseous.
“I don’t give a fuck what’s wrong with you,” he growled into the phone. “I told you not to ever call me again.” His voice grew louder with every syllable.
There was silence as I stared at his back. Every muscle tensed under his shirt as a small trail of sweat rolled down his neck. It was clear he didn’t care for whoever it was on the phone.
“No, she’s not Shelly, you psycho bitch. Forget you ever knew me and leave me the fuck alone or I swear to God, I’ll kill you and that sorry piece of shit you call a husband with my bare hands.”
I gasped in shock, dumbfounded by his words. I’d never heard him talk this way to anyone. Ever.
He turned to face me.
I stood in stunned silence at the image of the man standing before me. This wasn’t Rory Gregor, and for the first time in his presence, I was afraid of him.
He still held the phone to his face. “You can tell them whatever the fuck you want to, you crazy-ass bitch, but you’re still not going to get a fucking dime from me. Don’t ever call me again or I will kill you.” He drew the phone away from his face, glaring at the screen as if whoever was on the phone was visible.
What was happening?
I jumped when he let out a blood-curdling cry and hurled the phone across the room.
I watched in horror as it crashed into the wall, shattering into a million pieces. I cut my eyes back to his. He was possessed, a completely different man, and I was scared shitless.
He stalked past me, sliding the glass door to the balcony open and disappearing into the night.
I stood silently, paralyzed. How had we gone from a fun-loving domestic moment to this in less than two minutes? And who the hell was that on t
he phone? He’d threatened to kill her, and his tone seemed like he was telling the truth. I truly feared for the woman’s safety. This was bad, really bad, worse than what I was going through with Axel.
I wondered what, if anything I should do next. I was familiar enough with Rory now to know I had to let him cool off. It was never wise to push him.
I went to clean up the mess made by the shattered phone. After I’d picked up the larger pieces by hand, I walked to the kitchen and pillaged through the closet, searching for a broom to sweep up the smaller fragments. As I shut the door, my eyes swept over the living room and I saw Rory standing in the doorway leading out to the patio. His face was still void of color, but his expression at least revealed that my Rory had returned, barely.
I knew that look. He was ready to talk.
I set the broom and dustpan down and made my way across the great expanse of the living room, coming to stand in front of him. The cool night air made me shiver.
He took me in his arms, kissing my head and rubbing my back to warm me. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into my hair.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and stroked his back, trying to soothe him as he always did me.
“Come on,” he said, dragging me inside and closing the door behind us. “You’re cold.”
He was right, I was cold, but not from the weather. My Rory was back, but not all of him.
“Let’s go to bed.”
He didn’t want to talk and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to push him, but I had to know what was going on. “Wait.” I pulled him back.
He turned to face me. Some of the color was returning to his beautiful face, but his eyes were as dark as the night sky.
I reached up to stroke his face, caressing his cheek with my thumb. “I love you.” I lifted up on my toes and placed a light kiss on his lips.
He grabbed my face and pressed his lips into mine with a painful urgency.
I knew what he was doing. It was how he handled difficult situations. Sex. This time was different though. I couldn’t let him escape, not like this. I pushed him away with all my strength and broke our embrace.
He stood back and stared at me with a furrowed brow, stunned by my reaction.