Page 117 of Deceptive Games
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” he said softly, going back to kissing me as his hand slid below the waistband of my sweats. It was a little bit uncomfortable, and when I winced, he noticed. “This is a bad idea. What are we even fucking doing?”
“I just want to be okay again,” I answered, hating how pathetic that sounded. “I wanted you, but I hated you. Now every time I look at you, all I can think about is how you broke into my fucking house and?—”
“Shh, you’re fine. You’re so fucking strong, and I kind of hate that about you,” he joked, making me scoff.
“I’m not fine. The second I fuck one of the others, they’ll know something happened. Are you clean? Should I get tested?”
“I’m clean,” he confirmed, reaching out to tug at my sweats. “Take these off.”
“Why?”
“Let me look,” he insisted, and I eyed him for a moment before lifting my hips to let him pull them down my legs. I parted my legs more as he carefully looked me over, a shudder rolling through me as his finger gently ran along my pussy. “Does that hurt?”
“No, it’s just uncomfortable.”
I hadn’t expected him to lean forward and run his tongue along my pussy, and when I flinched automatically when I expected more discomfort, nothing happened. It felt nice.
I wriggled my hips to encourage him, and my breath hitched as he did it again, swirling his tongue around my clit.
His hands slid under my ass to tug me forward more, and then he buried his tongue deep in my pussy and made me groan.
“Fuck, like that,” I mumbled, closing my eyes as my entire body relaxed into the couch.
“Rory,” he started, but I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, not looking down at him.
“Shut up and keep apologizing like this.”
He growled, making me shriek as he sucked on my clit. He didn’t push a finger inside me, only using his tongue as he brought me closer to climax, and I ground against his face to ride it out when it hit me, my whole body shaking.
I yanked him up my body by the hair, and he came willingly as his mouth collided with mine. My hands grabbed at his towel, and a curse left him as I managed to get it off him to grasp his cock in my hand.
He seemed hesitant, but he didn’t stop me as I shuffled along the couch and pulled him on top of me, my body screaming for him. A whimper escaped my lips as he kissed me into the couch, his cock pressed against my pussy as he pushed my legs apart more.
“You sure?” he asked, grabbing my jaw and pulling back when I didn’t answer. “Killer, I need to hear what you want.”
“Fuck me,” I panted, tensing slightly when he reached between us to push inside. “But can we be slow?”
“Yeah, I can do that,” he promised, going back to kissing me as he very slowly started pushing inside me. Some of the panic hit me, and he held my gaze, his voice soft. “Look at me. Tell me to stop, and I will.”
He meant it. I knew without a doubt that if I told him to stop, he’d get dressed and take me home without question.
I rolled my hips, causing him to sink deeper inside me, and then he was thrusting all the way in, my back arching and a moan leaving me as his mouth found mine again.
It was the opposite of last time, all soft and slow as he took his time with me, my arms wrapping around him to keep him close.
And then he was lifting me and carrying me into his bedroom, pulling out of me to feast on me again.
I was a squirming, sweaty mess by the time he started fucking me again, and I begged him to fuck me harder as an orgasm drew close. He was as lost in me as I was of him, his body slamming into mine as I cried out, my nails slicing his back as his teeth found my neck.
I almost came again when he growled my name as he spilled inside me, his thrusts slowing as he rode it out.
“You good?” he asked almost instantly, a chuckle leaving me.
“Yeah. You?”
