by Calista Fox
“Stop admiring and start touching,” she urged, her heart pounding, every fiber of her being yearning for him.
“Tasting,” he reminded her. He whipped his tee over his head and discarded it, then spread her thighs and settled between them.
His head dipped and he inhaled her scent. Let out a guttural, primal sound that turned her on even more, flooding her body with heat.
Rory’s tongue swept slowly over her slick folds, the intimate touch jarring her. Possibly because Christian’s head had been between her legs the night before and it was an enticing thought to speculate over how different their techniques might be. But more than that, it was thrilling to know this man wanted to pleasure her this way—as Christian had. And that Rory wanted to sample her cream, revel in the very essence of her.
He licked languidly, making her squirm with anticipation. But she did nothing to hurry him along. Let him tug gently on her pussy lips with his mouth, let him tease her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue as it swirled and pressed, then fluttered.
Oh, Christ, the fluttering …
A long stream of air blew through her teeth.
This really was different from Christian. He’d been purposeful and determined. Aggressive. He’d eaten her pussy with fervor and the need to get her off. It had been fucking fantastic.
But this … Jesus. Rory was taking his time. Torturing her in the absolute sexiest way as his tongue circled the knot of nerves, then toyed with her dewy folds, then lapped over her opening, before tracing the flesh. Slightly penetrating, retreating, penetrating.
“Rory,” she said on a sharp murmur. “You’re driving me wild.”
“Good.” His hot breath on her moist flesh lit her up even more. He draped one of her legs over his shoulder, the crook behind her knee resting on his traps. “You taste like heaven. I’m just going to spend a little more time here, if you don’t mind.”
She nearly choked on a sob. “This could very well be the death of me.”
“I think you can handle it.” His lips grazed her lower ones as he spoke. Teasing her senseless.
“Don’t be too sure.” The scintillating sensations were boiling once again.
Rory’s tongue swiped over her labia with more pressure this time. The tip flicked her clit—with more pressure this time. Then he suckled the little pearl, his teeth grazing, the suctioning pulling at the tiny bud.
“Shit,” she ground out. “Rory, that’s just … That’s so … Oh, fuck.” One of her hands threaded through his thick, lush hair. The other slid under her hip, spreading wide the leg not draped over his shoulder. “Do that again.”
He repeated the sequence.
“Yes,” she practically wailed as her body writhed and excitement ripped through her. “Again,” she quietly demanded.
He didn’t hesitate. Added a little to his repertoire at the end, licking her with fervor, his tongue really stroking with the intent to make her come again. His hand slipped under her thigh to tangle with hers just below her hip and he held on. Suckled all her tingly flesh and pushed her higher and higher.
As he returned to licking, two fingers from his free hand plunged into her and he stroked her quickly, the pace and the force sending her barreling toward another orgasm. One that would have her screaming his name, she had no doubt.
Her hand clasped his tighter beneath her leg. Rory worked a third finger into her. Twisted them just as he drew her clit against his teeth.
“Oh, Christ—Rory!” She did scream. And climaxed with such intensity, her body bowed off the cushion beneath her and her pussy clamped around his fingers, milking them, bringing her even more pleasure.
“Yes,” he muttered, his mouth hovering over her. “Come for me. Come all over my fingers.”
She could feel they were coated as they still slid along her inner walls. Pushing just a bit deeper to keep her free-falling into sexual bliss.
“Goddamn, you’re tight. And so fucking responsive.”
Christian had said the same thing. They apparently cataloged similar feminine traits with their women.
Rory released the hand he was holding and deftly unfastened his belt and jeans, jamming the material—along with his boxer briefs—down his hips. Then he withdrew his fingers from her and stroked his cock with her juices.
“Jesus, Rory,” she said on a harsh breath as another blaze sparked between her legs. He fisted his cock and pumped while his gaze locked with hers. Bayli’s chest heaved. She couldn’t quite get a grip on herself but knew exactly what she wanted to do for him.
“Let me,” she simply said. And slipped from the couch to kneel before him.
Her hand replaced his on his shaft and she held him firmly as her head lowered and her tongue slid over his hot, slick skin. She tasted herself, mixed with his distinct flavor … and the combination was a heady one.
Bayli’s mouth closed around his tip and she slowly drew him in, his cock heavy against her tongue. His fingers plowed through her hair, which was already a tangled mess as the strands escaped the ponytail.
She took him as deep as she could while her fingers remained around his root. She sucked him hard and his body jolted.
“Fuck, yes,” he murmured. “Like that.”
She repeated the gesture, sucking with a bit more force.
Perhaps too much force, because he jerked her head up.
“Don’t make me come. Not yet.” He gently set her away from him and stood. He whisked off the rest of his clothes and pulled a condom from his wallet. “I need to be inside you when I come. Really deep inside you, honey.”
His prominent features had turned to stone, need etching every chiseled-to-perfection inch of him.
Bayli was breathless, captivated. Dripping wet from the desire and raw intensity exuding from him. Hell, it practically rolled off him in waves. Exciting her to the point of fear. The good kind of fear, she mentally contended. The kind that told her she was in for something far beyond her comprehension.
Even Christian’s mad skills in the bedroom had come with a certain level of understanding on his part that she was fragile in a sense, sexually. He’d known she hadn’t been with anyone in a long while—and he’d learned a great deal about her emotional state before they’d become intimately involved.
Rory didn’t know quite so much about her. And she wasn’t inclined to explain it all. Because she wanted him feasting on her the way he did with his smoldering irises and she wanted him exuding that silent demand that she surrender to him … somehow knowing he would do the same.
She eased back onto the sofa. Spread her legs. “Fuck me.” Her chest rose and fell rapidly again. She had no control over her pounding heart and erratic pulse. “I want to feel you hot and hard inside me, Rory. I want you to fuck me hard. Until you can’t take it anymore. Until you have to come.”
His jaw clenched.
She said, “I want to feel every inch of you, and I don’t want you holding back the tiniest bit. Unleash all of your passion on me. You haven’t been in a kitchen since this morning, right? That has to have you teeming with the need for some sort of release. Make me your release.”
“Bayli—”
“Do it.” She hadn’t missed the warning in his tone. Nor did she care about it. “Do me.”
He was sheathed moments later. His gaze continued to hold hers as he moved in close, spiking her adrenaline, keeping her juices flowing.
Her fingers grazed over his sculpted cheeks and set jaw. Down his thick, corded throat to his collarbone. Lower to his chest. One nail scraped his small, pebbled nipple. He smirked.
“Careful there, beauty queen. Payback can be a real bitch.”
“Promise?”
He nipped at the corner of her mouth. “You didn’t tease Christian like this, did you?”
“He’s more the sort to be direct with, you know? Like … ‘let’s get down to brass tacks.’”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?”
“Well, yes. I did tell you to fuck me.”
He gently bit her jaw, her neck. “Say it again.”
“Seriously?” she asked, breathy and wiggling beneath him. Her hand skated down his heavily muscled back to his bare ass. “Are you worried I might change my mind once you’re inside me?”
“I don’t make love,” he told her as he stared into her eyes. “Just so you know.”
Everything inside her went haywire. “Rory. The way you just—”
“I don’t,” he insisted. Not even wanting to hear that the way he’d just set her off had been all about his extreme attention to detail. Using every single one of her whimpers, moans, and sighs as it had escaped her parted lips as a guide.
But … okay. She’d play along.
“Say it,” he commanded.
Her gaze didn’t waver. “Fuck me. Like you really and truly can’t get enough of me.”
His strong forearm hooked under her leg, at the bend in her knee, and he lifted it, widening her for his entry. The head of his cock nudged her opening. His eyes didn’t leave hers. There were questions and answers not necessarily correlating with each other in his dark gaze. She had no delusions she was in over her head. Maybe he felt the same way.
All she knew at the moment was that she needed him inside her, wanted him to take everything he needed from her.
His lips swept over hers and he said, “You really do bring out the animal in me.”
He thrust into her.
So very fucking deep into her.
Bayli cried out. Not from pain—from sheer and utter ecstasy.
He recognized the difference. And instantly retreated and plunged with the sort of diligence that pushed the air from her lungs and had her hips lifting off the sofa to meet every assertive thrust.
His mouth was on her throat and he bit her with each stroke, sending shock waves through her. The sensual assault was frenetic and electrifying.
Rory slipped a hand under her ass and tilted her hips, giving him a better angle, better leverage to drive into her. Bayli clutched at him. With her fingernails digging into his shoulders, with her pussy contracting around his cock.
Jesus, he was thick and wide … and filled her so beautifully.
His hips bucked and he jarred her with his fervent movements—she loved every second of it.
“You feel so damn good,” he told her. “So fucking good.”
Bayli couldn’t get a word out. Couldn’t speak around the oh, hell, yes, please keep doing this to me! lodged in her throat.
He was hammering into her, the head of his cock hitting that precious spot that made unfamiliar and untamed sounds lurch from low in her throat. Made her mind swim in a sea of erotic thoughts. Made her body quiver and her insides home in on every sensation that expanded and coalesced and then once again erupted.
“Rory!” she called out. “Oh! Oh, God!”
“Bayli,” he grunted. “Honey … not so tight. Don’t squeeze me so damn … Ah, hell!” He pumped into her. “Not so fucking tight…”
But she knew it was too late. He knew it was too late.
She couldn’t stop. Neither could he.
His hips continued to surge; his cock swelled. She felt the throbbing within her, even as she succumbed to her own orgasm. And sensed another building behind it.
Rory’s hand on her ass clasped her cheek tightly, kept her angled just right. His mouth was on her neck, tugging at the skin with his teeth, soothing the bites with his tongue.
“Shit…,” he said on a rough sigh. Then, “Oh, hell, yes.”
He gave a final thrust. His body convulsed, his cock exploded deep within her.
“Oh, God, Rory!” She came again on a rush of heat and a wave of euphoria. “Oh, fuck.”
She held him to her as they both lost themselves in the heat of the moment, in the electrifying release.
Bayli had absolutely no desire to move. To return to reality. To face the fact that she was drowning in a sexual abyss created by two unbelievably sensual, talented men … and she didn’t want anything or anyone to encroach on the most incredible fantasy/fairy tale any woman could ever wish for.…
TEN
“I’m crushing you,” was the first thing out of Rory’s mouth when he eventually came around. How long that took him he had no fucking clue.
“I’m okay,” Bayli said in a soft, languorous tone. “No need to move just yet.”
“This can’t be comfortable.”
“It’s fantastic,” she assured him. “You on top of me, inside me, breathing quite heavily on my neck. All amazingly fantastic.”
He chuckled, low and just as lazy as her voice was. “Well, you did pretty much blow my mind.”
“Impossible.”
“Says you.” He shifted slightly and she groaned in protest. “Just trying to alleviate some of the weight on you.”
“I did just say that it’s fantastic, right? Are you hard of hearing?”
“No, I am not hard of hearing. Smart-ass.” His lips skimmed the long column of her neck down to her collarbone. She shivered from the touch. So he continued on. His tongue swept over the top of one breast. Then his head dipped so that he could curl his tongue around her puckered nipple. Her perfectly pink puckered nipple, to be exact.
She writhed beneath him. Sighed contentedly.
“That’ll lead to all kinds of crazy things happening between us again,” she said.
“I didn’t think you’d complain.”
“I’m clearly not complaining.” Her leg was draped over his lower back. Her fingers were tangled in his hair. Well, one hand, anyway. The other gripped his ass cheek. It’d been there for some time. She’d pressed him into her as he’d fucked her, telling him in no uncertain terms that she wanted more and more of what he had to offer. Without even saying a word.
He suckled her nipple and she moaned. A sound he loved hearing.
Rory murmured, “I could completely lose myself in this body of yours.” He kissed the underside of her breast, then down her rib cage to her belly. She had to let go of his ass, but it was a price he was willing to pay. Because he was headed south again to that incredibly delectable spot between her legs where—
“Hey,” she said as his cock started to pull out of her to accommodate the new position. “Where are you going? You were getting hard again.”
He gave her a self-assured grin. “I’ll get there even faster while I’m licking your pussy.”
“Oooh,” she said on a long breath. And smiled.
Rory sat back just long enough to whip off the condom and set it on top of the wrapper. Then found one more in his wallet, thank God.
The mere thought of pleasuring her again with his mouth had his cock stiffening. But it was more the prospect of being buried to the hilt in her tight, wet pussy that really turned him on.
“Shit.” He marveled as he stared at the bounty before him. “You honestly do have the most tempting pink parts. Small, glistening, looking as though they really, really need my mouth on them.”
She combed a hand through his hair once more. “All well and good … stud muffin.…”
He chuckled at her joke.
“But I’d rather have you inside me.”
“You’re just sassy enough for me to oblige.” He shifted slightly. Slid into her heat and moisture. Let out a low groan of pleasure.
“Such a nice spot…,” she mused.
“You like it like this?”
“Just like this.”
Their hips rocked together. But Rory wanted, needed, more.
His hand swept around to her backside and his index finger rimmed her anus. She jerked against him.
“Not there,” she murmured.
“Yes, here,” he quietly insisted. “You’re wet enough that I can lube up my finger and ease it inside.”
“No.…” Her eyes widened.
“Yes.” He nipped at her bottom lip, then kissed her passionately until she was melting beneath him and he knew she’d give him whatever he wanted. Breaking their kiss, he told
her, “I’m going to fuck this tight, gorgeous ass of yours.”
The thought sent violent tremors through his body. He thrust vigorously into her until she was panting and he was heaving.
But she fought the lure—fought him. Her palms pressed to his chest.
“No, Rory. That’s not something I can do.”
“I’ll teach you. We’ll take it slow and easy.” Though that was hardly what he was doing at the moment as he drove into her slick pussy.
“Rory, I’m not kidding.…”
He heard the panic in her voice. That was definitely a warning to be heeded.
He shifted slightly and they both lost their balance on the edge of the sofa. Bayli’s body twisted in some sort of auto-correct move, and the next thing he knew Rory was flat on his back on the hardwood floor and she was lying on top of him.
“Whoa, holy hell,” she said on a dazed breath.
“Yeah. Holy hell, indeed.” It wasn’t a bad position to be in by any stretch of the imagination. His hands gripped her hips and he pressed her down against his pelvis as his butt clenched and he thrust up into her.
“Wait.” The panic returned. Her hands splayed across his pecs. Her messy hair fell over one bare shoulder and she stared down at him with a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.
“Why? I’m not doing anything you said you didn’t want me to do.” She was straddling his hips and his dick was deep inside her. All he had to do was coax her into a slow and steady rhythm that would morph into a wild and wicked one and they’d both be coming again.
But Bayli’s fingertips curled into his skin, the nails digging in. “This isn’t something…” She shook her head. “This isn’t…” She swore under her breath. “I’m not exactly sure what to do.…”
Rory sat up suddenly and that startled her all the more.
“Whoa!” she called out again. Gasped as his arms wrapped around her waist. “Rory!”
“What?”
Her gaze locked with his. “Jesus Christ. You’re … huge to begin with. So much bigger this way.”
His eyes narrowed on her. “Bayli. Honey. You’ve never done it like this before?”
She stared at him, her mouth working as though she had something to say but couldn’t quite get the words to form.