Page 92 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

"That's a shame. We've already been in here for over a minute." He ran his hand over my ass. "This will just have to wait."

What? "Rory, please."

He sunk his finger deep inside of me.

Oh God.

"Connor and Jackson are going to know what we're up to." He pressed his thumb against my clit again.

"I don't care," I moaned.

"They're going to know I'm fucking you." He moved his finger faster. "They'll be able to hear us."

"Please, Rory."

"They're going to know that you like it rough. Because I'm going to fuck you harder than I ever have." He hooked his finger inside of me.

Oh God. "Fuck me, Rory. Please fuck me."

"Don't make a sound, Keira." He grabbed my waist and thrust himself deep inside of me.

I couldn't suppress the moan that escaped my lips. The alcohol coursing through my body somehow made the sensation of him filling me even more intense. I pressed my hands against the mirror and pushed myself back on him.

He responded by gyrating his hips. All I could feel was pleasure. I liked when he was rough with me. And I liked that he knew how to make me orgasm within a matter of minutes. I was already close. Looking back at him in the mirror was almost enough to take me over the edge. He was the sexiest specimen that I had ever laid my eyes on. And he was staring back at me with so much intensity.

Rory thrust forward, locking me between him and the cold countertop.

I moaned again.

He tilted my head to the side and kissed me, silencing my moan. His lips fell from mine and he placed a hard kiss on my neck. "If you want them to hear you, I can make sure they do," he whispered and bit down on my earlobe.

"Rory!" I moaned.

"You're so responsive." His voice was a bit airy. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and tilted my head back, kissing my neck again. He began to thrust faster and faster, making my hip bones dig into the edge of the sink.

Yes! I pressed my hands against the mirror again, making him go deeper still.

He groaned and his kiss on my neck grew harder.

Oh my God. Is he giving me a hickey?

He sucked on my neck once more and then pressed down on my back, pushing my torso against the counter. He grabbed the sides of the sink and began fucking me even harder. With each thrust, the counter dug deeper into my hip bones.

"Come, Keira." It was a demand.

And I was completely at his mercy. My orgasm was intense, making me moan louder still.

"Say my name," he said as he slapped my ass.

"Rory!" I could feel his cock pulse inside of me as he found his own climax. "Oh God, Rory!"

He continued to slide his length in and out of me as my toes uncurled. With one last thrust, he pulled out of me. I felt completely spent.

"Who knew living with your girlfriend could have such perks?" he said as he ran his hand along my ass.

I looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was staring at my ass. I turned around to look at him but he didn't make eye contact with me. Instead, his fingers lightly drifted over my hip bones.

"I'm sorry," he said gently.

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