Chapter Ten
They burst through the door into her tiny, empty apartment, their mouths locked together, hands all over each other’s bodies. Ivy slapped blindly for the light switch on the wall, then gave up as Rory hooked her knee over his hip, grinding against her core. He broke away for just a moment to kick the door shut behind him, then spun Ivy around and put her back against it, pressing her against the painted wooden surface with the full weight of his body.
She tugged the hem of his T-shirt up and ran her hands underneath, over the smooth, hard flesh of his toned stomach and further up to the sparse scattering of hair across his pecs. He laced his fingers through her hair and tugged her head to the side so he could suckle on her earlobe and kiss and bite the side of her neck, his breathing fast and excited. Then he drew back for a moment and skimmed her T-shirt over her head.
Her fingers went to his fly, and she shoved his jeans and pants down over his hips. His erection sprang free, hard and thick, the head already slick with pre-cum as she ran her fingers over it then wrapped her hand around his length.
He groaned into her mouth, and unbuttoned her jeans as she worked his shaft, running her hand along his full length, squeezing gently to coax more deep sounds of pleasure from him. Then he hooked his hands under her thighs and lifted her effortlessly, pressing her back against the door as she guided him to her slick pussy and he drove himself inside her in a single hard, greedy thrust.
She whimpered and dug her fingers into his back, holding on for dear life as he fucked her right there against the door, making it bang in its frame as he plunged in and out of her slick, needy body.
She felt the rising tension coiling inside her as his cock dragged over her G-spot each time he withdrew and nudged her clit each time he thrust back inside her, and her breathless moans made him groan and hide his face against her neck, struggling for control.
As she tumbled over the edge into orgasm, she gave a brief, hoarse cry and grabbed his ass, urging him inside her harder and faster as the bliss spilled over from her pussy and washed out through the rest of her body.
He fucked her helplessly, out of control, the door rattling in its frame, and as her intimate muscles tightened around him with each sweet, exquisite throb of her climax, he threw back his head and shouted, the sound raw with bliss as he spilled himself inside her over and over again.
He lowered her feet to the floor as they caught their breath, frantic heartbeats slowly returning to normal.
Then she leaned past him to switch on the light, grazing a teasing kiss over his pec as she did so, and she took his hand and led him over to her neatly made, narrow single bed.
This time, they took it slow and sweet. They undressed each other, exploring each new inch of skin that was exposed with fingers and mouths. He grazed her collarbone with his teeth and kissed her breasts, dark lashes fluttering closed against his cheeks as he drew her nipple into his mouth; she explored the powerful muscles of his thighs, the planes and valleys of his finely muscled torso, the strong column of his neck.
Rory worked his way down her body, sucking her nipples into tight pink peaks then dragging his lips further down, dipping his tongue into her navel and parting her thighs with his big hands, opening her slick pink folds to his gaze.
He lowered his head and kissed her pussy, working his tongue into her slit, then lapping at her clit until she was gasping and trembling, head thrashing back and forth against the pillow.
At the last moment, just as she was about to come, he drew back then rose up above her, looking down at her with a feverish glitter of desire in his impossibly blue eyes.
He was kissing her as he slid inside her, and she twined her arms around his neck and held him close, murmuring encouragement as he hit all the right spots to drive her back towards quivering, clenching orgasm. She arched against him as she came, fire roaring through her blood and consuming her utterly, a heat and light that could be quenched only by his body.
Afterwards, they lay wrapped in each other’s arms, lazy and drowsy and content. He drew meandering spirals on her shoulder with his forefinger.
“We should head back to the firehouse,” he said reluctantly. “I don’t want the Chief to worry.”
“I guess,” she said, but she snuggled closer, splaying her fingers across his warm stomach. “I don’t have to bunk down with the guys, do I?”
He laughed. “No. I wouldn’t subject someone I care about to Ben’s snoring.” A glow of happiness spread inside her at his words. “In fact I wouldn’t submit my worst enemy to Ben’s snoring. We'll set up a bed for you in the Chief's office.”
She played with the little trail of hair just below his belly button. “I find it a bit overwhelming, how close you all are,” she admitted. “I guess, growing up in the system…there were always lots of other kids around, but you didn’t make connections. Not after the first few times you let yourself care about someone only for them to be taken away.”
Rory stroked her hair, playing his fingers through the dark, silky strands. “You can let yourself care about me,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
