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“So are you, Ivy League,” she said, her voice both soft and throaty. “Now take off your clothes.”
I grinned, leaning up and pulling off my shirt and tossing it aside. Then I quickly undid her bra, her breasts spilling from the material and rendering me momentarily speechless.
I ran a finger around her nipple, her breath hitching as the berry-colored peak hardened. I stared, mesmerized, my mouth going dry and for a second, I forgot what I was supposed to do next. I had the sudden flash of the time I’d gotten lost in the woods on a Pelion Lake fishing trip. I’d been there a hundred times before and yet somehow, I got turned around, my internal overhead map blinking off and rendering me disoriented and confused. My instinct then had been to run, to go crashing through the woods as I yelled for help. But I hadn’t. I’d taken a deep breath, centered myself and found my way home. Now though? I wasn’t sure which direction to head in. My instinct was only to put my mouth on her. It didn’t matter the order or the technique. I just wanted to taste every part of her. To feel her skin, to relish her most intimate scents. I chuckled at my disjointed thoughts and the foreign feeling of being lost on familiar territory and the choked laugh sounded as bewildered as I felt. And again, there was only honesty. “You make me forget what to do.” You make me forget who I am. And that felt scary but somehow good too. Like being lost…and then found.
She wove her fingers through my hair as I kissed the dip between her breasts, licking the skin there and finding it both sweet and slightly salty. “Is there an agenda?”
Was there? There always had been. Wasn’t an agenda good? An agenda meant skill. And skill ensured both parties were ultimately satisfied. Right?
No. No, suddenly that seemed so boring. So choreographed. My mind half removed as I shifted through the motions.
At my hesitation, Rory tipped my face to hers, her heated gaze meeting mine. “No agenda. No perfect. I don’t want that. Just you and me. Just now. I just want you to touch me and I want to touch you. If this is any indication,” she said, reaching between our bodies and cupping my throbbing erection, “I think you want that too. Very badly.”
I groaned, pressing toward her hand. “Yes,” I breathed.
“Let go, Gage.”
Let go. I didn’t know how to do that. But apparently, my body had some idea because when my pent-up breath gusted from my mouth and I leaned in, trailing my lips over and around her breast, drawing ever closer to her nipple, that feeling of being lost descended once again. I was only sensation and instinct and yearning. I heard her head fall back on the pool table and felt her core ground up into mine. We both made sounds of frustrated pleasure, hers turning into a sigh as I sucked one nipple into my mouth, testing and tasting as her sighs turned into pants and her legs came up, wrapping around my hips.
“Gage, I want you so much. Please,” she moaned. But I wasn’t done tasting her. I ached with the need for release, but I didn’t want this to be over yet. Because it’s all you’ll ever get of her.
Only I wouldn’t think of that. Not now when her nipple was in my mouth, her scent was all around me and sweet little groans of pleasure were growing louder and more persistent.
I grunted, and she let out a pained laugh at what I assumed to be the vibration against her breast. And so I did it again to the same result. No agenda. Just need and response. I felt free in a way I never had before. Free and more aroused than I even knew was possible.
We twisted together, pressing and touching and gasping, mouths and limbs tangled until I could barely breathe.
“I…God…”
“Yes, yes…”
“Now…”
“Yesssss.”
Then I was standing, my feet planted on the floor as she lifted her ass and I removed her pants and underwear with shaking hands and then tossed them aside. “Condom,” she said and for a second the word made no sense.
But then it dawned, and I reached in my pocket, pulling out that tiny package with the red condom inside. I blinked at it, gratitude flooding me as I held it up to Rory like it was a winning lottery ticket.
In that moment, that’s what it was.
“Thank you, God,” she breathed.
Thank you, Aidan.
I dropped my pants and kicked them aside as Rory sat up. “Let me,” she said.
I met her eyes as I handed her the condom and stepped forward and then we both watched as she stretched it over my shaft. A shiver went through me, lust pumping so feverishly I wondered if I might spill in her hand. I almost laughed but didn’t have the breath. I hadn’t lost control like that since I was a teenager.
I needed to get inside her, needed to feel her tight warmth envelop me, but first, I had to taste her. I gently pushed her back on the table and she let out a squeak of surprise as I bent forward and pushed her knees apart inelegantly, so desperate I practically dove between her legs. I inhaled as she fisted my hair and then put my lips around her clit, giving it a long suck. She bucked against my mouth and I growled in response, her orgasm shuddering through her as she panted and moaned my name.
I couldn’t wait another second. I stood and then used one arm to hitch under her and drag her back before climbing on top. The sun was streaming inside now as I lined myself up at her entrance, our eyes meeting as I pushed inside her. Her sated gaze widened and she reached for me, pulling me down into a kiss.
Our mouths met as I rocked into her, surrendering to the push and pull that was those few dwindling moments of this unexpected rapture I’d somehow found in this unplanned place. Time slowing, blood rushing, something crumbling, breaking apart.
I swallowed down her staggered breaths and small gasps of bliss, the feverish pitch of my own pleasure growing ever louder as I careened crazily toward climax. “Oh God, Rory, Rory, I can’t—” I pumped faster, all control gone as I flew toward the edge of some internal cliff, the ground dropping out from beneath me, in the same but much different way as had happened earlier and caused me to end up here, with her. Every muscle in my body suddenly released and I could do nothing but throw my head back and let myself go, the ground rising up to meet me. And when it hit, the orgasm rushed through me so intensely it felt like I really had flown apart, my very being scattered far and wide, never to be put back together again.
I came back to reality slowly, Rory’s fingers running through my hair. She was murmuring, but the words I thought she’d said were, “I’ve got you.”
