Play Rough (Black Rose Kisses 2)

As our lips move against each other, Rory pulls me closer and slides his hands under my shirt. They bypass my stomach and push my bra up and over my breasts, giving him free rein to touch and tease my nipples.

My breath catches, and I arch my back for him, breaking the kiss.

He just smiles and trails those kisses down my neck instead, and the combination of his mouth right against my pulse and the way he’s pinching and twisting my nipples makes me whimper softly.

I press forward, trying to grind against him, and I know he’s hard in his jeans. I wonder if he spent the whole ride back to the house hard and wanting.

“Rory,” I breathe, practically begging with my tone.

I need him. I want him. I’m soaking wet in my panties, and every pinch to my nipples sends a jolt of pure desire down to my pussy, making it impossible to focus on anything else. All I can think about is how much I’ve wanted him since that kiss at the zoo.

It’s the same feeling now, but we have no audience this time, so I try to grind against him, making the point of what I want with my body.

Rory picks up on it easily enough. He slides one hand free and makes short work of the button and z

ipper on my jeans, opening them quickly. That same hand snakes its way into my panties, and I gasp as soon as I feel the heat of his fingers, so close to where I want them.

“Is this what you need?” he asks, voice low and husky. “Hm?”

I nod, almost frantically, legs going even wider, trying to tempt him to touch me. I don’t have to wait too long. One of those thick, calloused fingers makes its way inside, breaching my folds and sliding into me with ease, slicked by how fucking wet I am.

I close my eyes and tip my head back, letting out a shuddering breath. It’s like fireworks going off inside me, and I go a little tight around that finger, like I’m trying to coax it in deeper. I’m so turned on, and just the press of his palm against my clit and the feel of his finger inside me is enough to have me so close to coming already. I grind forward against his hand, seeking the friction I need to get there.

Rory strokes me inside with that finger and leans in so he can murmur right in my ear. “I know Levi’s got a thing for you. Hell, Sloan does too. But I don’t care. It doesn’t make me want you any less.”

My breath catches again, and I don’t know if it’s his words or the way he said them that does it. All I know is that when he adjusts his hand so he can press against my clit with his thumb, I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming out. He rubs a slow, torturous circle over it, and my toes curl in my shoes.

“I loved how it felt when you came on my tongue the other day,” he says, the heat in his tone borderline intoxicating. “Now I want to feel you come on my fingers. And then on my cock.”

He presses hard again, and that’s enough to have me practically flying over the edge, all the pleasure erupting, and I have to bury my face in the crook of Rory’s neck, muffling my moans as I rock against him and come in a shuddery rush.

It takes a second for me to get my breath back, and I stay right where I am, leaning against him, his fingers still buried inside me. His words echo back through my brain, that he wants me to come on his cock, and fuck. It sounds so goddamned good. I want it too. I want to feel him inside me, stretching me open with his dick and making me come apart for him. I can’t deny it anymore, and at this point, I don’t want to. The need courses through my body, right on the heels of my first orgasm, and it’s all I can do to catch my breath before I let the need take over, directing my next movements.

Rory pulls his hand free from my pants, and I grab the hem of his shirt, ripping it off and over his head in a flash. He laughs, watching as his shirt lands somewhere on the floor of the garage.

The location of his shirt is the last thing I care about when his chest is revealed to me in all its muscular glory, and I groan low in my chest and then lean forward, lips finding his collar bone. I kiss my way across his chest and then down a bit lower, dragging my tongue down the valley between his pecs. He’s been so into my tits, but his chest is just as impressive, well-defined and chiseled without being obnoxiously buff.

His hands slide down my back, but he lets me do what I want. I’m practically attacking him, biting and mouthing at his chest and then up to his neck. Deep grunts of pleasure rumble through him, and I keep going, setting my teeth into the space between his neck and shoulder like I’m trying to lay claim to him. Maybe in some way I am.

“Fuck, Mercy,” he groans. “If I’d known you were going to be like this, I would have done this ages ago.”

It probably wouldn’t have worked ages ago, but I don’t have the headspace to think about that. Not when I can feel the heat pouring off his body, and I know he wants me just as much as I want him.

I look up, and he kisses me again, hard and fast like he wants to steal the breath from me. His hands find their way back down to my pants, and he starts pushing them off. We have to break the kiss for me to get them all the way down my legs, and I kick my shoes off too for good measure. He shoves his pants down enough that he can free his cock, and I immediately get wetter just looking at it.

It’s long and thick, curved upward from how hard he is, and it’s impossible not to feel proud about the fact that I did that to him. Fuck, I want it inside me.

Rory can clearly tell how turned on I am just from the look on my face, and he echoes that same look, reaching out to drag me closer. My bare ass slides against the hood of the car, and I wrap my legs around his waist, putting his cock at the perfect angle to slide against the sensitive wetness of my pussy.

“God,” I groan, head tipped back.

He huffs a laugh and reaches between us to wrap his hand around the shaft of his dick. “No, my name is—”

“Shut the fuck up,” I manage to say with a straight face, but the smile still peeks out before I’m done.

Rory’s laugh is breathless, and he doesn’t waste any more time. With that hand, he guides himself into me, and I gasp for breath as soon as the thick head breaches my entrance.

“Too much?” he asks, and I shake my head quickly.