Rory (Savage MC-Tennessee 3)

It’s fucking late by the time I move my ass back to my room and seek Rory out. My mind is still a mess, but I couldn’t stay away. I need my woman more than air.

As expected, Rory’s in bed. I walk slowly toward her, taking a breath.

“Are you awake, Gorgeous?” I ask her softly, because she left the light on. There’s a chance she’s awake.

She doesn’t stir. I’ve been in bed with her for a bit now, but when we’ve come together, each time it’s been hurried. Ryan said that King pushed Rory down and ripped her clothes and beat her with a belt. I kneel down and then as carefully as I can I pull up the silk pajama top she’s wearing. At first I don’t see it. I have to look closely. There, just below her shoulder blade, is the first one. It’s thin and feels almost like a spider web. It’s not a big scar, probably caused by the buckle. There are a few more and I brush my finger softly over each and every one of them. Rory whimpers a little, but doesn’t wake.

“Protected my son, when I wasn’t there. Put yourself in danger for him. Tried to defend his fucking mother, all to make my boy feel safe and loved when no one else could. I’m going to make him pay, Rory. I’m going to make him bleed and I can’t bring our baby back, but I’ll send King to hell. I promise you Gorgeous. I promise.” She still doesn’t wake, which is probably a good thing with the fucking mess my brain is. “And I promise you, Rory. I’ll find out what your dreams are and I’ll do everything in my power to give them to you. I’ll give you every last one of them… and more.”

She doesn’t hear my vow, but just giving it to her makes me feel better.50Rory“Noah,” I moan, waking up to find my body on fire. My hips thrust up off the mattress as his fingers slide deep inside of me. I reach down blindly and my hands find his hair and I grab it, roughly, pushing on his head as I thrust to grind against his mouth.

“You taste so fucking good, Gorgeous. Nothing better in this world than your sweet pussy,” he growls against my clit, before moving his tongue over it so lightly that it’s almost a painful tease.

“Noah,” I gasp again. “I need…”

“What do you need, Rory? Tell me and I’ll give it to you,” he urges. I feel his hands move to hold onto my ass as he tilts me into him and then his tongue is diving inside of me, his lips, teeth… God, I feel it all as he eats at my pussy.

“You…” I cry, so close to coming I can feel it and it’s going to be huge when it does.

Noah shifts, so his fingers dive back into my pussy, the tips of his fingers sliding against my wet walls. Then, I feel his teeth, nibbling against my clit. My legs are over his shoulders, as he takes control of my body. I’m completely at his mercy and I love every minute of it. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue gently lapping against it, while he finger-fucks me hard. My body tightens and I cry out as I come so hard I could almost see stars.

My hands tighten into his hair so tight that it’s a wonder I don’t pull it out, as I ride out my orgasm. Noah continually laps at my pussy, helping to bring me down.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers against my tender pussy, his hot breath sending pleasurable chills over my body. “My gorgeous, beautiful, sweet as sugar, girl,” he adds, as I relax against the bed.

His words of praise pour over me and I open my eyes to look down at him. He’s staring up at me, a look on his face that I can’t quite place, but there’s an intensity to it that makes my heart beat faster.

“Noah,” I breathe out. It’s one word, just his name, but it’s full of everything I am feeling at that moment… Confusion, hunger, happiness, sadness, need, satisfaction… and perhaps most importantly, love. My relationship with Noah is nothing else if not complicated.

“Good morning, Gorgeous,” Noah murmurs softly against my lips.

I taste myself on his lips, which adds to the deliciously wicked feeling flowing through me right now. His rough hand slides against the side of my throat, making me want to purr. When he pulls back just enough space so he can look at me, I catch that intense look on his face again. It hasn’t softened at all despite the pleasure he’s given me.

I bring my hand up and drag my thumb through his short beard and the scruff on his face. I blush as I see signs of my orgasm glistening there.