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Her liquid-green eyes snap up to meet mine. I can tell she wants so badly to say something. She’s a fighter and has never been one to put up with my shit. But she’s also too turned on to stop me. It’s a battle she will not win. The scoreboard tonight reads Jackson, one. Rory, zero.
I know the moment she decides to not tease or fight with me about this. Her throat relaxes, and I feel my cock slide further in.
“Holy shit. God, you’re so damn sexy right now.” At my praise, Rory sucks a little harder. “Good girl, just like that.” Maybe if I give her enough compliments, I can talk her into greeting me with a blowjob every time I come home.
Rory’s hand continues to work in rhythm with her mouth and her free one reaches up to play with my balls. At first she’s gentle, like most are. But then I feel the strength of her grip increase. Releasing her hair from my hand, I bring it down to the one she has cupping my balls and I squeeze. I let her know just how much pressure I like and just how much I can take. Most women are afraid to use this amount of strength on such a sensitive area. But this is how I like it. Give me a little pain with my pleasure. But Rory isn’t shy. She’s a quick learner, and soon I’m able to just place my hand back behind her head and let her do her thing. I watch as Rory’s eyes tear again, and her cheeks hollow out even more. Her increasing speed and suction have me feeling the telltale signal in the base of my spine.
Pulling Rory’s hair, I remove her mouth from my cock. Kneeling, I kiss her swollen lips long and hard while gripping the round globes of her ass firmly in my hands.
“I don’t want to finish in your mouth.” My lips kiss the corner of her mouth before moving down her jaw. “I want to come inside you. I want you to feel my cum dripping out of you while we eat dinner. Then when we’re done, I’m going to fill you up again.”
“Yes, Jackson.”
Rory shimmies out of her little shorts and then lies on the floor. I unbutton my uniform shirt, allowing it to fall off my shoulders before it hits the floor. Next to go is the Kevlar vest. I undo the Velcro and pull it up and over my head. Finally, I cage her in with an arm on either side of her head. Rory’s hands dip beneath my undershirt, and I close my eyes, enjoying the way her touch feels against my bare skin. With my cock at her entrance, I slide home, bottoming out on the first stroke.
Rory’s back arches, and she moans in response. She’s so wet, and I haven’t even laid a finger on her yet. I pull out and push in once, twice, three times until I find a speed that won’t get me there so fast.
“Reach down and play with yourself,” I tell her. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
I feel her hand slip between our bodies and I glance down to watch as Rory pleasures herself. Her slender fingers massage the swollen bud and when her speed increases, so does mine.
“Jackson,” she cries out. “You feel so good.”
“So do you, baby. So good. And this view, holy crap.”
Her thighs are quivering and with each stroke of her clit, her breathing becomes heavier and heavier. God, she’s beautiful when she comes undone.
“Jackson, I’m—oh God.”
“Fuck yes,” I groan out. “Me too. Come with me Rory.”
With my permission, Rory erupts from the inside out. Her walls clench down tightly around me, forcing my own orgasm at the same time. The two of us cry out in pleasure as we ride the waves of pure ecstasy before collapsing onto the hardwood.
My lips are once again on hers as the overwhelming need to hold on to this feeling for as long as possible hits me. The tips of my fingers trail down her neck and arm. Despite the warmth in the room, my touch causes her flesh to break out in goosebumps. I smirk, breaking our kiss, and stare down at her. Rory’s eyes are closed and my mind races with thoughts that would normally scare the crap out of me.
“Move in with me.” The words come out faster than my brain has time to process the thought.
Rory opens one eye and shakes her head. “You’re crazy.”
“I’m serious.”
“Jackson, I can’t move in with you.”
“Why not?”
“It’s too fast.”
“Fast?” How could she possibly say that we are moving too fast?
“You know what I mean.” Her eyes meet mine, and they soften when she realizes I don’t. “Jackson, right now I’m technically still supposed to be on my honeymoon. With another man. You and I have known each other forever, but this part is still very new.”
“So how much time do you think you’ll need?” I’m not going to lie, I pictured this going very differently in my head. “A couple of weeks, a few months? What?”
“I was with Brad for three years and we never lived together.”
“But I’m not him.”
“I know that.” Rory sits up and starts looking for her panties.
“Are you telling me it’s going to take years before you’ll know if you want to live with me?”
“No, yes.” She sighs. “I don’t know.” The two of us sit there quietly for a moment. A million different things run through my head. “Look, I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone else. This week has been a whirlwind, and even though I don’t regret what’s happened or how it happened, I still can’t go from being your friend to your girlfriend—much less a live-in girlfriend—in less than a week.” Her hand cups the side of my face and I can’t help but lean into her touch. “I just need time.”
The reality of her words hits me, and I nod. She’s right. The two of us will burn out before we even have a chance if we don’t slow down. I’ve always been the more impulsive out of the two of us. To me, it seemed like moving in together would be the natural next step. With our years of friendship, I know we are compatible. But Rory’s more logical and she’s right. Our relationship has completely changed. We have a solid foundation built on friendship and trust, and we need to make sure we give this new stage the time it needs to be just as strong as the others.
“You’re right,” I finally agree. “But be prepared, I will ask again. Especially if you keep wearing little outfits like this and making food that smells as delicious as that.” I point over to the kitchen.
“I’m sure I can manage that a few times a week,” she says. “Without changing my address.”
