Mouth to Mouth (Beach Kingdom 1)

“Really not making me want you any less,” she whispered, right before unzipping his jeans and tugging the denim down, along with his briefs, leaving them bunched at his knees. When she crawled back up for a kiss, Rory kicked his garments the rest of the way off, greeting her with his tongue and lips. He didn’t know whether to lose himself in the taste of her mouth or marvel over the gorgeous tits swaying above his chest, the thighs moving restlessly on the outsides of his. Mostly, more than anything on the planet, he just wanted to get her off. Because she needed it.

“Baby,” he managed in between long, drugging kisses. “I don’t have to be inside of you. To make you come.” He reached down and fisted his cock, moving it up and back between her thighs, cursing over the slickness between her folds. “Rub your little clit on me. Enjoy my cock. It’s there for your personal use.”

A shudder wracked Olive and she fell forward onto his chest, her hips shifting as she found the exact right angle…and Rory watched with satisfaction as her eyes rolled back in her head, her hips beginning to pump, sliding her pussy up and down his swollen cock. “Rory,” she choked out. “Oh God. It’s so sensitive.”

“Lean into it, baby. Nothing wrong with that.” He gave her bottom a light slap. “Grind.”

With their gazes locked, Olive did as he instructed, dropping forward to moan into his shoulder, but she didn’t press down enough to muffle the sound, and he hoped everyone in the surrounding apartments heard it. Heard his girl taking her orgasm. From him. It was his fucking job and everyone would know he did it well, whether they heard her whimpering as they walked down their fancy hallway or spotted her in the elevator with a dazed expression on her face.

“Oh. Oh.” She threw her head back, mouth open, her hips busy, busy, moving faster. “I’m going to. I’m going to.”

“Good girl. Give your wet pussy what it needs.”

“I am. Y-you are.”

“Who, baby?”

“Rory.”

It took her another few seconds to come, and Rory had to fight to stay still while she rode up and back on his length, tucking her thighs back and rubbing her clit on his dick like she would die without the friction. Sweat formed on his upper lip, his chest, his brow. If his hands wrapped around the sheets any tighter, he was going to rip them to shreds. His balls throbbed, the same thick tempo echoing in his head. Don’t move. Don’t move. She’s going off…

Rory actually shouted when she hit her peak, it was so hot to witness. She bore down on him, trembling violently, eyes blind. “Goddammit, how can you be so beautiful?” Rory gritted out, flipping her over onto her back and standing above her on his knees, cock in hand, stroking himself at the pace a man only hit when he neared the end and wanted the agony over. She panted below him in the sheets, her belly directly below the erection he jacked off, her blonde hair spread out around her like spilled paint. “You look like a fucking angel, but I’m going to come all over you, anyway. Going to mark what’s mine.”

A look of wonder crossed Olive’s face, as if she’d only caught on that he was out of his mind obsessed with her. That wonder turned to innocence as she arched her back and shook her tits for his entertainment and Rory came with a roar, moisture leaving him in white ropes and striping her belly, her breasts, before finally dripping on the ruined thong that covered only a strip of her pussy. Coming that hard twice in one night must have been a shock to the system, because he couldn’t get his shaking body under control. It kept up as he found a towel in her bathroom and cleaned her off carefully. And it was only beginning to subside when he fell onto the bed and gathered Olive up into his arms, raining kisses on her hair, her cheeks, her mouth.

“Rory,” she said into the darkness. “Will you be here in the morning?”

“Of course I will, sunbeam,” he answered, covering her in the light sheet. “I have to prep the bar, but I won’t leave without saying goodbye, all right?”

If he’d been more alert or less drained by what they’d just done, maybe he would have noticed how she rapidly deflated in relief. And wondered why.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Olive had never been so warm and relaxed in her life.

She usually woke to a distinct sense of woe, knowing she’d have to drag herself out of bed, perform hygienic rituals and slog to class. This morning was another story entirely. She might as well have been floating on a river of golden orbs to the soundtrack of babbling water. Her limbs wouldn’t move and that was A-OK with her. Moving seemed totally overrated when Rory had her wrapped in a bear hug and her bare backside was tucked into his lap.