Take It All

When I hear a knock on my front door, I check the clock. Celeste isn’t out of school for at least another hour. When I look out the window, I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face when I see who is standing there waiting.

“Rory.” I smile up at him as I open the door and lean against it. Damn, he’s even more handsome than I remember.

“You didn’t call,” he accuses, and I lift my brows. “Fuck. That came out wrong.” He runs his hand through his short hair and he’s once again adorably flustered. Okay, maybe he wasn’t lying about not having been with a woman in years.

“How was it supposed to come out?” I tease.

“Like this.” He rushes forward and grabs me, then pulls me into his body. His mouth comes down onto mine faster than I can blink, and as much as I want to push him away, I melt at his touch.

This is a bad idea. I know Rory is dangerous because he has me wanting things that I shouldn’t. And the worst part is he has me questioning myself. Even with all those reasons, my fingers dig into his shirt as I try to pull him closer.

“Open for me, Anna. I need this.” How does he make it sound like he’s begging and demanding all at once?

My body is doing what it wants now, not listening to my logic. His tongue touches mine, and he groans into my mouth. The sound reverberates through to my chest and straight to my sex.

His hands go to my ass as he lifts me off the ground and kicks the door closed behind us. When it’s shut, he carries me over to the couch and lays me down without his mouth ever leaving mine.

“Rory.” I break from the kiss, trying to catch my breath. His mouth moves down my neck, and desires I put away long ago come crawling to the surface with a vengeance.

“I’ve been going insane,” he says between open-mouthed kisses on my neck. “You didn’t call,” he repeats. “You know how many times I’ve driven past here just trying to see you?” His mouth moves down to the top of my breasts.

“Stalker,” I moan. It really shouldn’t turn me on that he drove by so much, but I can’t talk to my body right now because it’s beyond my control. Instead of running for the hills, I spread my legs.

“You have no fucking idea.” His hands push my dress up, and I lift my hips in invitation.

I want his mouth everywhere all at once, and I’m beginning to bargain with my determination. How much could it really hurt? We could have a bit of fun, and it might work out some of this fascination I have for him. Maybe this is exactly what I need to get him out of my system.

He moves farther down my body as his fingers slip into my panties and he drags them down my legs. To my shock, he stuffs them into his pocket, but I don’t have time to process that right now. His eyes are staring right at my pussy, and there’s a barely restrained hunger there.

“You smell so damn good.” He leans in, and his warm breath tickles as he inhales deeply.

“Stop teasing.” I try to lift my hips, but he pins me to the couch.

“I’m the one teasing? I could have been eating your pussy for the past week. I think you’re the one stringing me along.”

“Rory,” I moan, and then I do something I said I’d never do again: I beg. “Please.”

“Oh, you’ll get it, Anna. I’m not leaving here without having you on my tongue,” he says before his mouth descends.

He groans loudly the second his mouth connects with my clit, and I gasp at the sensation. His tongue circles around the bundle of nerves before dipping lower to thrust inside of me. He pumps his tongue in and out like he’s fucking me, and holy shit, does it feel good.

With each thrust of his tongue, he knocks down all the walls I’ve built to keep out the desires to be with a man. Now all I can think about is him rutting on top of me. Maybe it’s because we’ve both gone so long without, or it’s the crazy desire between us, but right now this room is charged with electric lust.

He replaces his tongue with his fingers and goes back to sucking on my clit. The first orgasm hits me fast, and I cry out his name as my legs shake. Then he pins me down with his arm as he keeps eating, and I think I might die from the erotic torture. When he hooks his finger deep inside of me, another orgasm hits. This one is different from any other I’ve ever felt in my life, and I cry out his name.