Mouth to Mouth (Beach Kingdom 1)

“I don’t need you to fix anything for me,” she said, brushing their lips together, side to side. “Just…”

“Just what?”

She looked down. “I don’t like knowing that you were waiting for me to break up with you. That you had some plan to leave me alone, let me live my life, at the first sign of trouble.”

Rory understood Olive more in that moment. She didn’t want casual. She needed to be secure in the knowledge that he wasn’t budging. That his presence in her life was as solid and indestructible. If it took from now until the end of time, he would make sure she never questioned that he’d be standing beside her forever.

Unable to wait another second, Rory teased her mouth into a reunion kiss that escalated quickly, tongues finding each other and mating, heads slanting. Her thighs turned restless around his hips almost immediately, her fingers tugging at the collar of his shirt to bring him closer. And fuck, he’d missed those little whimper sounds.

Rory reached down between their bodies and unzipped his jeans, wincing as he pulled out the source of his ache. He covered himself quickly with the condom, pushing aside Olive’s thong with the head of his dick, leaving himself positioned at her entrance. But not quite inside. Just pressing, pressing, letting her wetness coat the latex.

“It’s yours whenever you want to start riding it,” he gritted out, leaning back so he could watch the lips of her pussy part, hugging his cock and sliding down a few inches, Olive working her hips to take him inside, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. “When I’m deep as you can handle me, we’re going to have a little talk.”

“Okay,” she gasped, turning glassy-eyed. “Talk. S-sure.”

Rory’s heart swelled with love, but lust surged up and demanded attention as Olive’s tight pussy rippled and squeezed around the entire throbbing length of him. “Good girl,” he managed, finding her taut ass cheeks in his hands, easing her into a rhythm that made her mouth form an O. “That’s right, baby. It’s a perfect fit.” He slapped her bottom lightly, the smack sound echoing in the back seat. “Fuck your man.”

“Rory,” she moaned, seeking out his mouth for a kiss. He gave it to her and then some, growling deep in his throat as she rolled into a faster pace, learning on the fly exactly how to angle her hips so that sweet clit rubbed on his cock every time she moved. “I’m going to come so fast. I can’t help it. Missed you. Need you.”

“Time for our talk, Olive.” The love inside him expanded to include a little darkness. A lot of possessiveness. Those things had always been there, ready to bleed into the intense feelings she’d stirred, but Rory’s instinct rose up and set them free now. To plunder. Because his soul told him Olive needed them. “I’m done being noble. If you ever ask me to leave again,” he rasped against her mouth. “I won’t. Fucking. Go. Is that what you want to hear?”

Olive’s nod was jerky, excitement lighting her gray eyes. “Yes.”

He brought his mouth over to her ear, breathing against it. “You’ll have to call the cops, Olive. Tell them to bring an army. That’s what it’ll taken to drag me out. Away from my girl.”

“It won’t happen. It’ll never happen.”

“If it does, I’ll still come back.” He kissed her hard, swallowing her sobs with a greedy mouth. “This is how obsession works. Is. This. What you need?”

“Yes,” she cried out, riding him hard. Fast. “That’s what I need, Rory.”

“Done.” Rory began lifting his hips in sharp thrusts, meeting every twist and grind of her hips, and Olive gasped, increasing her pace, gaining more and more momentum. “Christ, baby. Baby. You’re getting me off so good.” Knowing if she didn’t come in the next thirty seconds, he was in danger of peaking first, Rory undid the top three buttons of her dress, pushing aside the wet material to suck her nipples through the thin silk of her bra—and her pussy seized up around him, broken versions of his name filling the car as she shook through an orgasm.

Rory surged up into her tightness one final time and roared, the climax pounding through him with such force, his lungs wouldn’t fill for long moments, his vision blurring. There was nothing but Olive and the love overflowing their hearts into the back seat of the car. They clung to each other for several minutes as the rain slowed into a pitter patter, their mouths meeting in slow, meandering kisses, their hearts pounding closely together, as if attempting to merge into one.

“I love you, Olive. My God, I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Rory.” She kissed his chin, his cheek, his mouth, resting her cheek on his shoulder with a contented sigh he planned to hear every day for the rest of his life. “Are you ready to go inside?”