Page 55 of Bad Medicine
For a moment, everything was frozen, the whole world standing still as I felt every solid inch of him driving up into me at a steady pace. He groaned, his head hitting the door beside me as he paused, both of us seeming to need a moment to deal with what was happening. But when I couldn’t wait anymore, desperate for the ride he had promised the first night we met, one I had gone so very long without, I squeezed, clenching my core muscles around him hard enough to make him suck in a breath.
Raising his head, he looked at me, that salacious grin back on his face.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
“I believe promises were made, Rocco.” Squeezing again, I tilted my hips, resting my shoulders against the door to give him better access. “I expect you to deliver.”
Pressing another kiss to my mouth, Rocco pulled back, dragging those incredible piercings over my delicate flesh, then slammed home again, bottoming out, the delicious force just this side of painful.
“Again,” I groaned, squeezing harder on my breast and digging my nails into his shoulder at the same time. “More.”
There was no stopping him after that; he was like a machine, powering in and out of me with dogged determination, and I watched as sweat began to bead on his forehead, evidence of how hard he was working for our combined pleasure.
“Doc,” he said, adjusting his hold on my leg as he slammed in again. “Play with your clit. Get there. I wanna see you come on my cock, Mia.” His eyes were locked on mine as he growled again. “Give me what I want. What we both want.”
Letting my hand drop, I reached between us, splaying two fingers wide at the point we were connected, feeling him moving in and out as we both thrust. Pinching those fingers around him, he snarled at me, “Don’t push me, Mia. You’ll be sorry.”
I smiled at that, thinking of all the incredible ways he could try to make me sorry, and wanting to try every one of them.
But, my supporting leg was practically numb, and I knew even Rocco couldn’t keep this pace up forever. Drawing my fingers higher, I placed them over my clit in the way I liked, pressing fast circles around the little bud and adding my own stimulation to the incredible feeling of Rocco’s dick inside me.
“You want it?”
“Yes,” I breathed, closing my eyes and tilting my head back. “I want it. I want it.”
The words became a chant, my mouth repeating them without conscious effort on my part, as Rocco and I worked toward our mutual climax like it was our freaking job.
When I came, it was like nothing I had ever experienced. My entire body felt like it was burning up, and I let out a sound I doubted I had ever made before. Stars danced in my vision, and when I opened my eyes, all I could see was him.
Rocco.
The beautiful, complex man who wanted nothing more in that moment than my pleasure.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, Mia.Fuck.”
His movements stuttered, his own groan low and loud, and I shuddered as Rocco planted himself deep and came within me, something about it feeling so very right.
I didn’t move. I didn’t dare.
All I wanted was to stay in that moment, that frozen bubble where we floated and nothing could touch us.
But of course, that wasn’t possible.
He moved first, leaning back and looking at me, his face blank and impossible to read. Rocco slowly lowered my leg to the floor, withdrawing from inside me and I winced at the feeling, my delicate tissues feeling every inch of him as he pulled out.
For a moment, he just stared at me, one hand cupping my face as his thumb traced back and forth over my cheek. He opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of a door slamming next door jolted us both out of our reverie.
Leaning down, I grabbed my leggings from the floor near my feet, ignoring my ruined panties, because who the hell knew where they had landed. Once I had my leggings on, I found my shirt, tugging it over my head inside out, not wanting to take the time to right it.
Once I felt marginally human, I spun to see Rocco, jeans done up, his own t-shirt in place as he scooped his wallet off the floor and pocketed it quickly.
“Mia,” he started, and I would have given anything to know what he was about to say.
Unfortunately, he never got to say it.
“Mom!”
If the sound of a little palm smacking on the door behind me hadn’t been enough to bring me back to reality, the look on Rock’s face surely was. His expression was somewhere between shocked and horrified, his eyes comically wide as he processed what he was hearing.
