Page 55 of Rooke
A wicked glimmer flashes in his eyes. “How hard do you want it?” he asks slowly.
“As hard as you think I can take.”
“Careful, Connor. I know a lot about the human pain threshold. You can take way more than you think.” There’s a challenge in his voice that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“Do it. I can take it.Bite.”
Rooke growls, a low, rumbling sound of frustration. Carefully, he fastens my nipple in between his teeth and he gradually, slowly bites down. The pressure is pleasurable at first. I can feel the need building between my legs, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. The pain intensifies as he applies more and more pressure, until I’m arching against his mouth and I’m gritting my teeth together. I’ve never had anything pierced before, but I imagine having my nipple pierced would feel very similar to this. The pain shuttles through me, a stabbing hurt that is mirrored in my other breast, and down the backs of my legs, into the soles of my feet.
“Ahhh!”
Rooke doesn’t stop. He continues to bite down while I ride the wave of sensation. It’s dizzying. I can stop it at any time, I know I can, but that only makes it harder to say the words. He thinks I can take this, so that’s what I do. I take it. When he finally stops, I’m holding my breath and my eyes are screwed tightly shut.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Suck,” I tell him.
My nipple throbs when he takes it into his mouth. The ache is bittersweet, half tempering the sharp, stabbing pain from his teeth a moment ago, but introducing a new, burning pain now. It fills my head, sends me spiraling down a deep, dark well of sensation. I gently rock back a little, so I can feel his cock between my legs, rubbing up against my pussy. I’m so ridiculously wet, and he’s so ridiculously hard. Rooke hisses, sucking in a sharp breath, his body jolting underneath me.
“Fuck.” His voice is strained. I reach down between our bodies and I close my hand around his cock, guiding it so that it slides against my clit as I begin to rock against him. His eyes roll back into his head as he releases a jagged sigh. “You’re going to fucking kill me,” he says.
“No. I’m going to sit on your face and you’re going to make me come with your tongue,” I reply. I let go of him, moving up his body before I can change my mind. I’ve become accustomed to just how much he loves to eat my pussy over the past few weeks, but I’ve never done this before. I’ve always been on my back with him down between my legs. I kneel over Rooke’s head, and he groans, swearing under his breath. I swear I could come just from hearing that sound. The second his tongue touches my clit, my back is bowed and I’m regretting the position. It feels too damn good. Too perfect. I’ll climax so quickly like this, I know it. I wind my fingers into his hair as he licks and sucks. He reaches up and takes hold of me by the thighs, pulling me down harder onto his mouth. He’s breaking the rules, but it feels too good. I let him get away with it.
“Fuck me with your fingers,” I pant. “Rightnow.”
He snarls as he obeys. I feel like I’m swimming with sharks right now. Trying to tame a lion. Going head to head with a predator that is way, way stronger than I am, easily capable of destroying me. It’s thrilling and terrifying all at once. Rooke slides his fingers inside me and the fire that’s burning in the pit of my stomach rages out of control.
“Jesus. Holy shit.” My mind shuts down. I rock against his mouth, taking my pleasure, just as he told me to. When he slides his hand back a little, his fingers teasing, playing over my ass, I can’t cope anymore. I reach back and place my hand over his, holding it in place, letting him know what I want.
I want him inside me there too.
Rooke rumbles beneath me, a sound of extreme need. He’s gentle as he pushes a finger into my ass, but I can tell it costs him. He wants to be rough with me. He wants to flip me over and fuck me so hard right now, but he has himself on a leash.
With his tongue on my clit and his fingers in both my ass and my pussy, my body feels like an Edison bulb, a flow of electricity charging and snapping through a filament that loops and arcs through my body. “Shit, Rooke. Shit!”
He would be swearing too, if he wasn’t busy with his mouth. I’m on the brink of coming when I tear myself away from him. I need him to be inside me. Ineedit more than anything.
I shift back and sink myself down onto his erection, doing my best not to cry out. Having his fingers inside me is one thing, but his cock? I don’t know if my body will ever be able to take him easily. I’m always going to need to be seriously turned on before he tries to fuck me. Rooke bares his teeth as I rock back and forth, taking my pleasure from him here too.
“Damn, Sasha. You’re so fucking wet. I can feel you all over me,” he hisses. “Such a fucking turn on.”
I know it’s just a matter of time now. I’m edging closer and closer to a cliff face, toward a fall that is inevitable for both me and for the beautiful man beneath me.
I stretch it out though, delaying, teasing, tormenting…Every time Rooke is about to come, I hover over him, so that only the very tip of his cock is inside me, and I command him not to. He has remarkable self-control. He wants to physically own me. He wants to turn me over and fuck me like a freight train. He wants to coax my orgasm out of me just as badly as he wants to come himself, but each and every time I tell him no, he curses and grits his teeth, head back, chest proud, muscles in his throat working over time, and he beats it back.
When I do finally allow him to come, he roars at the top of his lungs, his fingers digging into the mattress, his body flexed and bowed, and I can do nothing but come right along with him. Watching him lose himself like that would make me come on the spot, no matter what.
My orgasm winds me, knocking the air right out of my lungs with its ferocity. I collapse on top of him, panting, hyperventilating, and Rooke wraps his arms around me. His whole frame is twitching and shaking, his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted. I want to stay like this forever, staring at the blissed-out pleasure on his face, him still inside me, his come slick on the inside of my thighs, his sweat and my own, so salty on my lips.
We fall asleep, tangled up in each other. I don’t know how long we’re unconscious for, but when I wake, Rooke is sitting on the end of the bed. His face is in shadow, and I find myself wanting to trace my fingers down his creased forehead, down the bridge of his nose, over his lips, his chin, down his throat. He’s carved out of stone. When you look at him, there’s no real visible softness to him. He’s a hard man to study without feeling a faint glimmer of panic sparking in your gut.
His tattoos are a warning. Mother Nature made the most dangerous of all her creatures colorful, patterned and hostile, a caution against attack, violence or consumption. Whether he meant to or not, Rooke has accomplished the same thing with his ink. Fucking with him is unsafe and ill advised. To interfere with him is to invite turmoil and anarchy to your doorstep. I’ve seen the way people look at him. They see the tattoos, as well as his formidable size, and they shrink back into themselves, looking quickly away before he can notice them noticinghim.
I’ve seen past the ink, though. I’ve moved beyond the way he looks, the way he holds his body, and the way you feel nailed to the wall when he looks at you. He’s shown me a softness I would never have expected from him, and it’s turned a tide in my heart. I think only he would have been capable of such a thing. His mouth twists into a very small, quiet kind of smile.
“I’ve never had anyone here before. You’re the first.”
This surprises me. I would have thought his bedroom had a revolving door on it, given how confident he seems with women. I really don’t like thinking about that, though. Even more surprising. I was never jealous with Andrew. I never worried about him flirting with other women at work, or some pretty young thing taking a shine to him. I just accepted that he was with me and that was that. If he wanted to go off and cheat, then that simply meant our relationship was broken beyond repair and I was better off without him anyway.
