The Rookie

by A J Kent

  I could take her to the room but I can’t wait, I need her now.

  Rory’s back pushes open the door and our bodies crash together as one. “I think you’re tad overdressed, Holmes.” I tease as I pull down the top of her dress. She kisses my neck, biting and licking, savouring me like I’m her last meal. I pull her dress down further, exposing her fucking breath-taking tits. Shit, I knew they would be remarkable, but these beauties are a work of art. I palm her mounds in my hands and my vision goes cloudy as I take in her rosy nipples. I lean down and suck a pebbled nipple in my mouth as I squeeze the other between the pads of my fingers.

  “Yes, Theodore, keep doing that.” Rory says as she pushes her hands through my hair. I continue sucking, biting and nibbling her sensitive points as Rory fists my cock through my dress pants.

  “I think we better do something about this, don’t you think?” Rory says as licks her lips, “I’ve been dreaming about this day since I watched you come whilst screaming my name.”

  Fuck, so she did hear me say her name.

  She grabs the buckle of my belt and tugs it open before teasing the button of my dress pants. No more than a few seconds later, my cock springs free and her tiny hands wrap around me, sending my body into a euphoric mess of desire. Her eyes blaze, nearly making me blow my load.

  A gritty roar slips out of my throat as she starts to pump my dick faster and faster, propelling the need and desire to be inside of her tight, wet folds. “Fuck Rory, your hands feel so good wrapped around my dick.”

  She laughs before dropping to her knees, “I know something that will feel even better,” she admits before placing my cock in her exquisite mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  I thrust my hips as Rory swallows me whole. Christ, I love fucking her mouth. Rory sucks her cheeks in and licks my cock from base to tip, nibbling and licking with every moan that escapes her lips.

  I dig my nails into her head and fuck her mouth with force and ferocity. In this moment, this woman owns me.

  Rory cups my balls with her left hand and uses the right to massage my cock as she licks and sucks the head.

  “Sweetheart, as much as I cherish your lips being wrapped around my cock, I need you to stop as I need to be inside your tight, little pussy.” Rory groans and sucks harder before releasing my dick from her mouth, she looks up at me and licks her lips. I already miss that dirty little mouth of hers. I pull her up from her knees, making a mental note of her being in that position for later on, and kiss her glistening lips, savouring the taste of my precum on her tongue.

  I drop my hands to her ass and squeeze her tight, god this woman could do with a good spanking. I hoist her dress up her thighs further and lift her body from the floor. The silkiness of her exposed thighs makes my dick harden even more, if that is even possible. I lean her body against the wall as she wraps her legs around my waist. Rory buries her face in my neck and starts to trace kisses over my neck and collarbone. I love her mouth.

  My body shivers as I stroke my fingers on her panty covered pussy, “Fuck, Rory. You’re drenched.” I groan.

  I hold her body firmly against mine with one hand and use the other to rub her dripping wet pussy. Her back arches against the wall in anticipation as I circle her clit.

  “Yes,” Rory groans as I increase the speed of my fingers on her bud.

  I pull her drenched panties aside and stroke my fingers on her bare flesh for the first time. Fuck, I need to be inside of her now. I plunge one finger into her core and Rory yelps out in pleasure. Rory circles her hips as I sink another finger into her deliciously wet, velvety folds.

  “Damn, woman.” I grunt as I feel her sleekness on my fingers.

  I speed up the intensity as Rory fucks my fingers.

  No more games, my dick needs to be inside of her now.

  “I need you inside of me, Theodore. Now.” She screams as her eyes roll to the back of her pretty, little head.

  Who am I to deny this woman of her needs?

  I remove my fingers from her pussy and place them seductively in my mouth, sucking and savouring every last taste of her sweet scent. I pull a condom packet from my jacket and rip it open with my teeth. Thank fuck for always being prepared and ready for pussy.

  “Fuck, you don’t know how much I want this,” I admit as I side the condom over my cock. Rory moans and my dick throbs at the sound.

  I dig my nails into Rory’s thighs and slowly push the tip of my cock inside of her. “Theodore, please.” Rory begs and I lose all control.

  I sink into her in one push and I see stars.

  Fucking stars.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight, so wet, so perfect.”

  Her body arches against the wall and she grinds her body against mine. I plunge into her deeply, pulling my dick out fully and doing it all over again. I will never get enough of this.

  “God, you feel so good.” Rory says as she slides up and down my cock.

  I drop Rory’s legs to the floor and turn her body around, so her back is against my chest and her stomach is leaning over the staircase railing. Fuck she has the sexiest ass. I push her dress further up her thighs and I spank her ass. A moan escapes her lips as I reach around and run my hands over her tits.

  “These are perfect.” I say as I squeeze her nipples.

  I slowly part her thighs and sink back into her core forcefully, my knees nearly buckling from the friction of her pussy wrapping around my cock.

  “God, like that Theodore. Keep doing that.” Rory begs.

  I grab her hips with my hands and continue thrusting into her, over and over. I will never forget this moment. There is nothing tame or romantic about this, My actions are primal and animalistic. We are fucking and nothing else. I look over her shoulder and I coat my lips with my tongue as I watch her tits bounce as I fuck her.

  I reach my arm around her body and flick her clit, sending her body over the edge

  “Yes, Theodore!” Rory screams as her body starts to shake and tremble as she comes around my dick. The pulsing and vibrations from her orgasm causes my dick to harden and throb before my body explodes into a thousand pieces and pushed over the edge as I blow inside of her.

  This woman is pure ecstasy.

  Rory groans and brushes her tongue across my neck as she pulls her dress back down her body.

  “Wow,” Rory practically shouts as she tries to catch her breath.

  Wow-in-fucking-deed.

  I’ve longed for this moment my entire life. I know I shouldn’t have kissed her. I know I shouldn’t have fucked her, but I couldn’t say no, I couldn’t refuse her. I didn’t want to refuse her. I needed to be inside of her. I needed to fuck her.

  I should have fought off the temptation, but it was too much. She was too much. The sheer need and desire to fuck her was too much for my dick to handle. I needed a taste. I needed to feel her body explode under me. I’ve never had bad sex but that right there was earth-shattering. My dick already misses the feel of her dripping wet pussy clenching around it.

  Rory is my drug and I’ll never get enough of her. I’ll never get enough of her hands on my body, her lips wrapped around my cock, the moans she makes when she comes and the feel of her pussy wrapped around me. I know there will be consequences, but at this moment in time, I do not give a fuck.

  Now I’ve tasted her sweet scent, there’s no going back.

  I’m hungrier now, more so than I’ve ever been.

  All I know is that I want her, all of her. I need to make her mine. I can’t deny it any longer that I’ve never gotten over Rory. She’s always been the holder of my heart, the one I care about, the one I want to be with.

  I need to be with her.

  “Fuck Rory,” I groan as I fasten the button on my pants.

  She looks up at me, her lips swollen and glistening with the wetness from our kiss, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that. How long I’ve wanted you Theodore...”

  “Rory,” I interrupt my voice barely a whisper.

  She h
olds her hand out and covers my mouth “No Theodore, I need to finish. I need to get this out. I don’t care anymore. I’m done hiding my feelings from you. I’ve never stopped liking you. Even though I’ve tried to convince myself that you don’t mean anything to me, even though I’ve battled with my emotions, I can’t hide it anymore. I want you Theodore, I need you. All of you. I want to call you mine and I want you to call me yours. I know it might complicate things; I know you might not want more than this, more than sex. But I want you. All of you. I want us to be together. I want to wake up with you every morning and snuggle up with you every-night. I know you might deny this, but I think you want it too. I think you want me just as much as I want you,” she pauses and steps back.

  “I don’t need an answer now. I want you to sleep on it. I can tell by the look on your face that you’re already weighing up the pros and the cons in your captivating mind, but I know we’ll be good for each other. I know we can make it work. We need to try and make it work at least. I can’t go through life hiding my feelings anymore. The thought of you being with another woman kills me, I hate it. Loathe it. But I’m all in Theodore. My body, mind, soul and heart will belong to you and only you. Just think about it, please, for me. That can be my birthday present, well my second birthday present, for you to think if you want to be with me or not.”

  My whole-body buckles against the wall as Rory walks towards the elevator, stepping in when the doors open. She bites her lips and blows me a kiss before the doors close in front of her.

  What the fuck just happened.

  Did Rory just admit to loving me? Did Rory just admit to wanting to spend her entire life with me? I must be a good fuck because she, a woman I’ve loved since high school, has just declared her need to be with me. She laid herself out bare, putting everything on the table, not hiding her feelings for me. I can’t get over how strong she is. Her strength is mesmerising, breath-taking. I want all of her. I want her to be mine. I want to wake up to her every morning, but I am scared. I’m scared that she’s going to run away again. I’m scared that she’s going to break my heart. I don’t think I can handle another broken heart. Hell, I’m still not recovered from the first heartbreak. I close my eyes and run a hand through my hair, memories of Rory’s hand flooding my memories.

  “Where the fuck have you been?” A familiar voice asks as he comes around the corner. I snap my eyes open and look at Henley and Charlotte who are walking towards me arm in arm.

  “I’ve been here, with Rory,” I say as I push myself up off the wall and meet them halfway down the corridor.

  Charlotte laughs and raises her eyebrows, “Okay spill, did you fuck or did you just kiss?” I nearly choke on a breath as Charlotte and Henley stare at me with inquisitive eyes.

  “We kissed. It was just a kiss,” I pause, “The best kiss I’ve ever had.”

  I know we did more than kiss, but they don’t need to know how I fucked Rory’s brains out in a hotel stairway.

  Charlotte jumps up and down, squealing and clapping her hands like a child at Christmas, “About freaking time,” she says as she runs up to me and pulls me in for a bearhug.

  Henley looks at me with a smirk on his face. He so knows that I just fucked Rory. I smile and shake my head at him.

  “So where is the birthday girl?” Henley asks as he looks around the corridor, we are stood in.

  I run a hand over my stubble, “Well, she poured her heart out to me, saying that she wanted to be with me and then she went back to the room. She wanted to give me thinking time.”

  As if I need thinking time. I may be scared about taking a leap of faith, but I need to try. I need to step into the unknown and put myself out there. I can’t imagine my life without Rory in it anymore.

  “So are you going to do anything about it,” Charlotte asks as she pops a hand on her hip.

  I laugh and head towards the elevator, “I know exactly what I need to do. Catch you guys later.” I ferociously press the button and practically jump inside the elevator as the doors open. I hear Henley shout something about blowing her mind and using protection before the doors close. The elevator lifts and I watch the numbers increase one by one. Why the fuck is this taking long. I need to tell my woman that I want to be with her to. That she’s my life now. My future.

  A few agonising seconds later, the elevator pings, signalling that I have reached my floor. I bolt out of the doors and run towards the suite. My hands fumble with the room key before inserting it into the slot on the door. The light turns green and the door clicks open.

  I crash through the door and search for Rory, “Blondie, where are you?” I shout as I look around the room. I explore the whole suite, looking in every room. Where the fuck is she? She only came her about ten minutes ago. She didn’t come back down to the casino as I would have seen her.

  “Rory” I shout. “Where are you, hello?” I take a deep breath and rake a hand through my hair as nobody answers me.

  Silence.

  I used to love the quiet.

  I used to love the silence.

  Not anymore, I want this room to be filled with the moans of Rory as she screams my name. I pull out my phone and text Henley and Charlotte asking if they’ve seen Rory. I push the phone back into my pocket before walking out onto the balcony. I look out at the lights before me and it takes my breath away. The lights from the hotels and casinos take over the skyline. Water features squirt water with an array of rainbow colours. I lean down on the polished marble and admire the view. Rory would love this. Where is this woman. Where is my girl?

  I sigh and blow out a breath before taking a step back. Something cracks and rustles beneath my shoes. I kneel down and squint my eyes as I pick up the material that is now scattered on the concrete floor. Red and silver. My stomach drops and I fall to the floor. My legs collapsing from under me. I struggle to catch my breath as I hold the contents in my hands.

  Rory’s mask.

  The mask she was wearing tonight.

  I hold it to my chest and scan around the balcony. My eyes doubling in size as an envelope catches my eye. I lean across the floor and scoop up the envelope. I burrow my eyebrows and read the words on the front. Fuck, it’s addressed to Rory. It’s the last letter. How did he know that she would be here?

  I pull the letter out and read the words on the paper.

  “I told you we would meet again. Turn around button, you’re mine now.”

  My head goes foggy and my body goes limp. He’s got her.

  He has Rory.

  Rory’s gone.

  18

  Rory

  Ten Years Ago

  I hold my hands over my ears and try to drone out the screams and the cries coming from downstairs. I hate it when they fight. I hate hearing my Dad raise his voice at her. I hate hearing my Mom’s cries and wails as she cowers at the hurtful and toxic words that leave his lips.

  “You don’t do it for me anymore” or “You’re a terrible mother. Rory would be better off without you. You pollute her mind’. His words sting. His words are like a knife, repeatedly being driven into my heart. My body shivers whenever I hear him say these things. My body flinches whenever he opens his mouth. He’s changed. He’s a different man now. He’s no longer my father. He’s never been my father. I don’t care that we share DNA, to me he is nothing. I walk over to my bed and jump under the covers, my hands no longer acting as successful noise cancelling headphones. I tuck my knees to my chest in the fetal position before opening my phone and texting the only person who can make me forget. The only person who knows me, the real me.

  Me: He’s shouting again. Occupy me.

  A few seconds later the three dots appear, making my heartbeat speed up. Even in the darkest times he takes me breath away. He’s not even said anything, and my heart is already lunging from my stomach, threatening to fall out and splatter all over my freshly washed linen.

  Theodore: Theodore Riley, at your service ma’am.

  I giggle before typing a response
, the pads of my fingers quickly sweeping across my phone’s keyboard.

  Me: Well Theodore Riley, if you’re at my service does that mean I can ask anything of you?

  Theodore: As long as it’s legal and won’t get my ass kicked, even though I’d kick any ass for you, I’m yours. Spill it. What do you need? Chocolate? Cookies? Burgers? No, I’ve got it. You need Rocky Road. Stat.

  A roar of laughter purrs from my throat as I shake my head. He knows me so well.

  Me: Rocky road and thin mints, get your butt over here. The window will be open.

  Theodore: Sit tight, Theodore is coming to save you ;)

  I lock my phone and toss it to the side of me. I close my eyes momentarily before sliding out from under my duvet covers. My body instantly going numb as I hear the sound of crashing and glass smashing.

  I suck in a breath before rushing downstairs, taking two steps at time, focusing on my feet to ensure I don’t miss step. I jump the last two steps, my feet firmly pressing against the hard wood floor. The sound of banging and cries crippling my body as I follow the noise.

  “Mom,” I scream at the top of my lungs. I run over to her and fall to my knees, the hard wood floor sending a searing pain through my body. I shake the feeling away before grabbing her shoulders. She’s bleeding. Everywhere. Blood gushes from several wounds, her face, her arm, her legs.

  I cup her face in my hands, her body flinching at my touch.

  “Mom, what did he do to you? Where is he?” I ask, pleading for her to tell me.

  She closes her eyes before looking at me, sorrow and sadness filling her eyes, ‘I asked him where he was this evening and he got angry. He told me to stop prying. He told me to back off, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I know he’s been having an affair,” she pauses, “I’ve known for months, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t sit by idly watching him push you, push us from his life.”

  I stroke the pads of my thumbs across her face, wiping the tears flooding from her tear ducts, giving any waterfall a run for their money. I can’t believe he’s done this. I can’t believe he’s been cheating on Mom, cheating on me. I knew he was different. I knew he had changed. He’s been angrier, more ruthless, vehement. Everything we do makes him furious, everything we say make him irate, enraged.