by Eva Ashwood
He’s not touching me like he wants something, exactly, but more just because he can. There’s something almost possessive in it as he pulls me closer against him, and I don’t fight it. I could easily shake him loose, tell him not to do this kind of thing in public or whatever, but I don’t.
I don’t stop him at all, and I can feel my heart pounding and my clit throbbing with need. His fingers are close, but not close enough, and even though I know it would be a really bad idea to get into something right here at the zoo, I can’t deny I want him.
I lick my lips and finally give in, turning my head and capturing his lips with my own in a heated kiss. If he’s surprised, he doesn’t show it, and he kisses me back, echoing the same heat I feel.
As kisses go, it’s not a long one. We’re still in public, and we break apart before it gets too carried away. But there’s something about the feel of his mouth on mine while he’s holding me the way he is, something about how natural it feels, and how much I want to lean into it.
My heart is racing even faster now, slamming against my ribs, and when I pull back, I catch the same look of surprise and wonder on Rory’s face. That kiss wasn’t like the ones we usually share. There was no teasing, no banter, no feeling of trying to one-up each other. It was more loaded with feeling. More…
Just more.
Much, much harder to write off as something we’re just playing at.
Rory keeps his arms around me for the rest of the presentation, and once it’s over, the group starts to scatter. He lets me go then, and I try not to read too much into the feeling of loss that comes with it. Maybe it’s just me wanting affection after everything that’s happened. Maybe it’s as simple as that. I try to convince myself it’s that easy, but I think I know better.
Piper comes back over, eyes bright and a smile stretching her face, and Rory takes her hand immediately, listening to her chatter about the presentation and nodding along.
I fall into step with them, trying to clear my head.
We go from the penguins to the reptile house, and Piper is charmed by everything from the little baby lizards to the giant python.
“Mama says no snakes,” she announces with a pout, looking up hopefully at Rory.
“Don’t look at me, kiddo.” He grins down at her. “Your mom’s house, her rules. And she hates snakes.”
“But they’re cool,” Piper insists. She looks up at me, and I smile quickly, nodding in agreement.
“They are cool. Probably hard to take care of, though. Your mom’s right.”
That doesn’t stop her from getting as close to the glass as Rory will let her, and I laugh as I watch them.
When my tongue darts out to lick my lips, I realize I can still taste him there.
11
It’s well into mid-afternoon when Piper finally gets tired of looking at animals and says she’s ready to go home. By then, my feet hurt a bit from all the walking, but Rory seems only too happy to keep up with his daughter’s little kid energy.
He lets her ride on his shoulders as we make our way back to the car, munching on big soft pretzels that spill salt and cinnamon sugar everywhere. Piper gets buckled in again, and we head back to Jen’s house to drop her off.
She’s waiting for us so she can take Piper to visit a friend, and Rory and I don’t stay long.
Piper eagerly tells her mom all about our time at the zoo and the penguins and the snakes, and Jen listens patiently, although there’s a noticeable shudder when her daughter gets to that last part.
“See you soon,” she says to Rory, hugging him before we head out. “And thanks for your help with her, Mercy. Feel free to come with him whenever you like.”
I smile and wave and then follow Rory back to the car.
“I think I got sugar all over your seat,” I say once I’m settled in, dusting cinnamon sugar down to the floor.
“It’s fine.” He chuckles. “There’s no way you could make as big a mess as Piper does sometimes. I’ve got a hand vac just for stuff like this.”
I nod, and we both fall silent as he drives.
It’s weird, actually. Usually Rory is so talkative that getting him to shut up is the real trick, but now he has both hands on the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road, even though he glances at me every once in a while.
He still doesn’t say anything though, and it feels like there’s this huge cloud of tension hanging over us. I wonder if his mind is still on that kiss back at the zoo.
I can still feel his hands on me, warm and sturdy on my stomach and lower. It’s not even the wildest thing I’ve ever done. Not by a long shot. If any of the parents had turned around, they would have been scandalized on principle, but it wasn’t enough to get us kicked out or anything. It’s not like he finger-fucked me right there. It wasn’t even as raunchy as what Sloan and I did in that alley just yesterday.
But even those small touches from Rory were enough to have me right there on the edge. If his hand had dipped even a little bit lower, I would’ve been so close to coming.
Fuck. Shit.
I want him so bad.
I can’t deny that. Things have always been the easiest with Rory, and that hasn’t changed. The banter and teasing slips in and out of flirting so quickly, and just sitting here next to him makes me aware of how frustratingly attractive he is.
Those tattoos, his thick, muscled arms and defined chest, the playful expression that’s always on his face. Even the way he is with his daughter is just another thing that makes him desirable, and I can’t help the way my body reacts to him. The way it’s reacting right fucking now.
My nipples are tight, and my pussy throbs again, the phantom feeling of his hands on me making everything worse.
Or better. I haven’t decided yet.
Luckily, we get to the house quickly enough. I undo my seatbelt before he’s even cut the engine and open the car door, ready to escape the tension. I just need to get to my room and have some space to breathe, and it will be fine. I can touch myself in the shower and get off, and then things will go back to normal.
But Rory’s out of the car just as fast, moving around the hood to grab my wrist before I can head for the door that leads to the house. He pulls me back toward him, and I don’t resist. No one else is around, and it’s quiet in the garage, just the two of us.
Rory lifts me easily enough and puts me right up on the hood of the car, still warm from the drive. I spread my legs, and he moves between them, fitting in perfectly. That tension that’s been building since the zoo finally boils over, and Rory gives in to it, leaning in to kiss me again.
I can feel the hunger behind it, and I kiss him back, our mouths clashing but not in a chaotic way. There’s no fighting for dominance here, just like before at the zoo. We’re just kissing because we want to be kissing.
As our lips move against each other, Rory pulls me closer and slides his hands under my shirt. They bypass my stomach and push my bra up and over my breasts, giving him free rein to touch and tease my nipples.
My breath catches, and I arch my back for him, breaking the kiss.
He just smiles and trails those kisses down my neck instead, and the combination of his mouth right against my pulse and the way he’s pinching and twisting my nipples makes me whimper softly.
I press forward, trying to grind against him, and I know he’s hard in his jeans. I wonder if he spent the whole ride back to the house hard and wanting.
“Rory,” I breathe, practically begging with my tone.
I need him. I want him. I’m soaking wet in my panties, and every pinch to my nipples sends a jolt of pure desire down to my pussy, making it impossible to focus on anything else. All I can think about is how much I’ve wanted him since that kiss at the zoo.
It’s the same feeling now, but we have no audience this time, so I try to grind against him, making the point of what I want with my body.
Rory picks up on it easily enough. He slides one hand free and makes short work of the button and z
ipper on my jeans, opening them quickly. That same hand snakes its way into my panties, and I gasp as soon as I feel the heat of his fingers, so close to where I want them.
“Is this what you need?” he asks, voice low and husky. “Hm?”
I nod, almost frantically, legs going even wider, trying to tempt him to touch me. I don’t have to wait too long. One of those thick, calloused fingers makes its way inside, breaching my folds and sliding into me with ease, slicked by how fucking wet I am.
I close my eyes and tip my head back, letting out a shuddering breath. It’s like fireworks going off inside me, and I go a little tight around that finger, like I’m trying to coax it in deeper. I’m so turned on, and just the press of his palm against my clit and the feel of his finger inside me is enough to have me so close to coming already. I grind forward against his hand, seeking the friction I need to get there.
Rory strokes me inside with that finger and leans in so he can murmur right in my ear. “I know Levi’s got a thing for you. Hell, Sloan does too. But I don’t care. It doesn’t make me want you any less.”
My breath catches again, and I don’t know if it’s his words or the way he said them that does it. All I know is that when he adjusts his hand so he can press against my clit with his thumb, I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming out. He rubs a slow, torturous circle over it, and my toes curl in my shoes.
“I loved how it felt when you came on my tongue the other day,” he says, the heat in his tone borderline intoxicating. “Now I want to feel you come on my fingers. And then on my cock.”
He presses hard again, and that’s enough to have me practically flying over the edge, all the pleasure erupting, and I have to bury my face in the crook of Rory’s neck, muffling my moans as I rock against him and come in a shuddery rush.
It takes a second for me to get my breath back, and I stay right where I am, leaning against him, his fingers still buried inside me. His words echo back through my brain, that he wants me to come on his cock, and fuck. It sounds so goddamned good. I want it too. I want to feel him inside me, stretching me open with his dick and making me come apart for him. I can’t deny it anymore, and at this point, I don’t want to. The need courses through my body, right on the heels of my first orgasm, and it’s all I can do to catch my breath before I let the need take over, directing my next movements.
Rory pulls his hand free from my pants, and I grab the hem of his shirt, ripping it off and over his head in a flash. He laughs, watching as his shirt lands somewhere on the floor of the garage.
The location of his shirt is the last thing I care about when his chest is revealed to me in all its muscular glory, and I groan low in my chest and then lean forward, lips finding his collar bone. I kiss my way across his chest and then down a bit lower, dragging my tongue down the valley between his pecs. He’s been so into my tits, but his chest is just as impressive, well-defined and chiseled without being obnoxiously buff.
His hands slide down my back, but he lets me do what I want. I’m practically attacking him, biting and mouthing at his chest and then up to his neck. Deep grunts of pleasure rumble through him, and I keep going, setting my teeth into the space between his neck and shoulder like I’m trying to lay claim to him. Maybe in some way I am.
“Fuck, Mercy,” he groans. “If I’d known you were going to be like this, I would have done this ages ago.”
It probably wouldn’t have worked ages ago, but I don’t have the headspace to think about that. Not when I can feel the heat pouring off his body, and I know he wants me just as much as I want him.
I look up, and he kisses me again, hard and fast like he wants to steal the breath from me. His hands find their way back down to my pants, and he starts pushing them off. We have to break the kiss for me to get them all the way down my legs, and I kick my shoes off too for good measure. He shoves his pants down enough that he can free his cock, and I immediately get wetter just looking at it.
It’s long and thick, curved upward from how hard he is, and it’s impossible not to feel proud about the fact that I did that to him. Fuck, I want it inside me.
Rory can clearly tell how turned on I am just from the look on my face, and he echoes that same look, reaching out to drag me closer. My bare ass slides against the hood of the car, and I wrap my legs around his waist, putting his cock at the perfect angle to slide against the sensitive wetness of my pussy.
“God,” I groan, head tipped back.
He huffs a laugh and reaches between us to wrap his hand around the shaft of his dick. “No, my name is—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I manage to say with a straight face, but the smile still peeks out before I’m done.
Rory’s laugh is breathless, and he doesn’t waste any more time. With that hand, he guides himself into me, and I gasp for breath as soon as the thick head breaches my entrance.
“Too much?” he asks, and I shake my head quickly.
“No. More. Come on.” I roll my hips forward, trying to get more of him, and he gives in easily, shoving the rest of his cock inside me in one smooth motion. The fact that I’m so wet I’m probably going to leave a mess on the hood of his car makes it all the easier, and then he’s deep inside me, his balls pressing right up against my pussy.
His hands are at my waist, and the fingers dig in tightly, like he needs something to hold on to. I’m doing the same thing with my hands at his shoulders, and my legs are tight around his waist, like I’m afraid he’ll pull out and leave me wanting if I give him too much room to move. We stay locked together for a long second, both of us breathing through the feeling, and then he does move, drawing himself back enough that I can feel the slide of that thick cock, every ridge and vein in it as he pulls out and then slams back in, rocking the car and my body along with it.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, the sensation overwhelming me for a moment.
Rory just smirks and continues, setting a pace that’s fast and deep and doesn’t give me time to so much as catch my breath.
But that’s what I want.
I want my head clear, just focused on how good this feels. I want to lose myself in the slide of our bodies, the way his balls slap against my skin when he slams into me again and again.
He leans down to catch my mouth in a messy kiss, and that’s fucking good too. I moan into it, holding on to him and rocking with him, meeting him in the middle while he shoves his tongue in my mouth.
It hasn’t been long at all since my last orgasm, just a matter of minutes, but fuck, I can already feel myself cresting that peak again. His cock is hitting all the right places, the thick, blunt head finding my g-spot with impressive accuracy and laying into it, hitting that button over and over again.
“You’re so good,” he pants, breaking from the kiss to huff warm breath against my face. “You’re so fucking good. So tight and wet for me.”
I swallow hard and squeeze my walls around his cock like I’m trying to milk him for all he has. “Harder,” I pant out. “Fuck, Rory. Please. I wanna feel it.”
I’m babbling, and I sound desperate as hell, but from the moan Rory gives, it’s pretty clear he’s into it. He nods and reaches down lower to grip my ass, setting his fingers firmly into the flesh of it so he can use it for leverage. I don’t have to work my hips anymore because he’s dragging me into each thrust, practically using my body for both of our pleasure.
All I can do is hold on to him, my breath coming out in high whines that echo just a bit in the garage. Anyone inside the house would probably be able to hear it, but I don’t care about that even a little bit in this moment. All I’m focused on is his massive dick inside me and how close I am to coming on it.
And I’m real damn close.
Each punishing thrust knocks me just that bit closer to the edge, and I can feel my inner walls fluttering, the pulse of my heart echoing right down through to my clit.
I’m so close, so, so close, and I realize I’ve been saying that out loud, repeating it like a plea for Rory to tak
e me right over the edge.
He doesn’t disappoint, either.
His hips snap harder, faster, and he grinds into me on the end of each thrust, letting me really feel him. It’s incredible, and that heat burns out of control, sparking a fire that starts an explosion of pleasure inside me. I nearly scream, but I bury my face in the crook of Rory’s neck instead, muffling the sound as he fucks me through my orgasm.
I can tell he’s getting close too by the way the measured quality of his thrusts has turned into something messier and more erratic. He’s chasing his pleasure, and when I go tight from my own orgasm, he swears under his breath and slams into me a few more times before he finishes on a deep groan.
The feel of his cock pulsing inside me sends a shiver down my spine, and I cling to him with my arms and legs, still rocking against him a little to draw out the last fluttery sensations of pleasure.
He holds on to me just as tightly, locking our bodies together like he never wants us to separate.
Like he never wants to let go.
12
It takes a minute or two for us both to come down from the high of our orgasms. I keep holding on to Rory, and he strokes my back with his big hands, muttering muffled words against my skin.
I try to remember how to breathe, how to think, but my breath comes back before my sanity does.
And when rationality returns, it hits me full-force in the face.
What the fuck am I doing? Why do I keep letting the line get blurred like this?
I’m not supposed to be catching feelings for these guys. Not for real, anyway. It’s supposed to be a game, a ruse, something to get me close enough to them that I can find out what I need to know to destroy them. I’m supposed to flirt with them, but having sex on the hood of Rory’s car is definitely a step too far.