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A shiver runs through me, and I rub a soft circle over the damp fabric, shuddering. I’m going to come so hard from this.
He strokes faster, nostrils flaring as he sucks in a sharp breath. Heat stirs through my limbs, and I move my fingers faster, matching his pace.
“We’re doing this again,” he tells me. “This is going to make me come so fucking hard, Hazel.”
A moan slips out of me and my hips tilt forward as I rub tight swirls over the lace, drawing this out, wishing my hand was his and that I was the one stroking his cock.
If he sent me this video to push me over the edge, to force me to admit I want to fuck him, it worked.
A groan rumbles from deep in his chest, and he wears the most delicious frown as every muscle in his torso tightens. His hand moves fast over his cock.
“I’m going to come,” he murmurs, head tilted back, the long line of his throat working. Every sensation in my body heightens and my lips part with pleasure at his strained expression.
Watching Rory jerk off is the best thing I’ve ever seen. Urgent, insistent pleasure builds between my legs. I’m so close.
His eyes open and he looks at the camera, looks right into my head, before he sends me the cockiest, smuggest grin and nudges the phone with his free hand.
There’s a clacking noise, and now the only thing visible on screen is his hotel room ceiling.
“Fuck,baby,” he grits out, and my eyes are wide as I listen to the sound of him stroking himself.
Listen, not see. I blink at the screen in disbelief. Did he actually—
That fuckingdick.He did that on purpose. He did that to tease me, to wind me up and then leave me aching for him. I nearly scream in frustration. I’m too horny, too worked up and desperate and wet and needy.
I just need to come. And I still haven’t seenRorycome, which pisses me off.
I close my eyes, picturing what I wanted to see from the video. Picturing his cock pulsing, his abs tightening, and him spilling hot cum all over his stomach. I imagine his chest rising and falling fast as he catches his breath, shooting me a sated, glazed look, the same one he gave me after I rode his face.
Pressure builds and I’m about to come—
There’s a knock at the door, and I freeze.
“Hazel,” Rory thunders from outside. “Let me in.”
CHAPTER47
HAZEL
Through the peephole,I see Rory on the other side of the door, wearing a murderous expression, arms folded. My heart starts pounding but I open the door.
“Hi.” My skin prickles as his gaze moves down my body, flaring with heat. There’s a hard set to his jaw, and his nostrils flare. “I didn’t like the last thing you sent and I’m not wearing it.”
“Good.” He steps inside with an expression like a storm cloud, eyes flashing with possessive fury as I shut the door. “Because I didn’t send it.”
My whole body goes cold and tense. “What?”
When he meets my eyes, my stomach wobbles from the way his flash.
“Who bought it?” I whisper.
“McKinnon.”
My stomach turns inside out, and I gag. “What?”
“Are you okay?” His hands land on my upper arms, and worry flickers through his eyes as he scans my face. “What can I do to make this better?”
