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Instead, it makes me work harder, and I swallow around him, slurping my way back up while I grind my hips down on his face even more.
He seems determined to get me to come like this, and it’s not going to take a lot for him to get his way. His fingers sliding in and out of my core feel amazing, and even though they’re not as thick as his dick would be, I’m not complaining, especially when he’s going to town on my clit the way he is, teasing it by circling his tongue around it before giving it more firm licks.
I can feel that molten heat starting in my core, spreading outward and making me feel heavy and flushed with pleasure. My toes curl a bit, and I pull off of his cock for a second so I can catch my breath.
“Oh, god. Shit,” I pant, rocking my hips in time with the way Rory is fucking my pussy with two fingers, licking up the juices that keep flowing from how turned on I am.
I get lost in that feeling for a second, totally forgetting about what I was doing to his cock, but then he lifts his other hand from my hip and slaps my ass with it, reminding me that this is a two-way street.
I roll my eyes and consider teasing him just to be a shit, making him wait for it or barely flicking his tip with my tongue. But I’m getting so close to coming, an orgasm building in my core and spreading heat through my body. I don’t want him to stop licking me as a way of teasing me back.
No. I want to come like this, with his face buried in my pussy.
I want it more than I want anything else in this moment.
Grinding my hips against his face a little, I wrap my lips around his length and get back to sucking his cock.
There’s no more being slow and measured about it, either. I bob my head with gusto, taking him all the way down each time, moaning and groaning around him while he continues to feast on me.
Rory pulls his fingers out of my pussy, and I give a low grunt of disappointment. I can feel my walls clenching around nothing, mourning the loss of being full. I’m about a second away from pulling off of his cock and telling him to put those fingers back, when I feel the pad of his index finger rub over my asshole.
My eyes fly open wide, and I nearly choke on his cock in my surprise. His finger is slick from being buried in my pussy, and the furled pink hole parts easily for him, letting him work the tip of his index finger inside.
I don’t know if it’s my surprise or the knowledge that he’s thinking about fucking my ass that does it, but the orgasm that’s been hovering right at the edge of my awareness suddenly hits me like a ton of bricks. The way he slides his finger into my ass while thrusting his tongue as deep as possible into my pussy sends me hurtling over the edge.
I cry out, slamming my hips down on his face as the heat of my release tears through me.
My moans are still muffled, and I try not to let up with my sucking while I ride out the pleasure of coming hard enough that I feel like I’m seeing stars.
It’s clearly still enough for Rory because he pulls back for air and groans my name before thrusting his hips up a few more times and spilling himself in my mouth.
The salty flood of cum is like a reward, and I swallow it and then pull off, panting for breath. I feel almost boneless, but there’s that spark of pleasure that’s still there, not wanting to be finished with him quite yet.
That’s even more obvious when Rory flips our positions again. I end up flat on my back with him hovering over me. His face is flushed from me sitting on it, and his mouth is shiny with my arousal. I swallow hard at the sight of it, and when he leans down to kiss me, I kiss back hungrily.
I can taste myself on his tongue, the salty sweet tang of my cream, and I know the taste of his cum is right there on my tongue for him too. He doesn’t seem to mind at all, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and kissing me with even more urgency.
My body arches into his, already eager for more, eager for him. I’m sated, but I’m still wet, and my nipples are still hard, pressing against the planes of his bare chest.
We kiss for a long minute, my arms around his neck and his holding him up over me. When we finally need to breathe, he pulls back and swallows hard, his green eyes dark with pleasure.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he asks.
I open my mouth to make a sarcastic comment, still determined to play my part, but I can’t find my voice in this moment, so I just shake my head instead. I have some idea of the answer, considering he’s been the one flirting with me since the moment I met all of them, practically.
“Ever since I heard you fucking Levi in here from down the hall,” he murmurs, and his voice is low. I can’t tell if it’s from jealousy or something else. “I was hard as a fucking rock listening to it.”
I was right about him hearing us, then. I feel like I should be embarrassed about being that loud, but all I can bring myself to feel is a rush of heat. The idea of Rory in his room listening, maybe even touching himself to the sound of me and Levi going at it in here? It’s a sexy-as-hell image, and one that I’m certain I won’t be able to forget for a long time.
He leans down and kisses me again, and my lips move eagerly against his. For a second, I’m still lost in the endorphins and sated feeling of the post-orgasm high, indulging in the dirty fantasies that pass through my mind. But as my heartbeat slows a little and the more rational part of my brain kicks back in, it feels like someone threw a bucket of ice water over my head.
Whatever comfort I just found in Rory’s arms, it was an illusion. Sloan might be my biggest enemy here, but I have to start reminding myself to see Rory and Levi that way too—no matter what they know or don’t know.
I made a vow to myself and to my dad, who’s dead because of these guys. Or at least because of one of them.
I can’t get distracted from what I’m here to do.
No matter what the fuck it takes, I’m bringing the Black Roses down.
