Breaking A Bad Boy Page 10

  His gaze flicked over her and then toward the recliner in her part of the tattoo parlor. Now he saw a way to relieve some of their pressure.

  “Come here,” he said, holding out his hand. When their fingers connected, he felt a jolt flash across his skin and he threaded his fingers with hers. “I have always had a fantasy about this place.”

  “Really,” she replied and smiled. First one since this morning, and his chest squeezed at the sight of her grin. “Secrets, secrets are no fun. Give it up.”

  “Baby, I promise this one will be.” He hooked one of his hands on hip, fingering her waistband, then slipped his fingers in between her silky skin and the tight denim covering where he needed to be. Inching lower, he delved his hand past the elastic of her panties and groaned as her curls wrapped around his finger. Lower still, and he toyed with the cleft of her pussy. “Did you enjoy what I did to you last night?” He fisted his hand to make room between her jeans and his palm.

  She rocked against him and he moved his finger between her lips, swiping across her wetness. Her heat. He rubbed over her clit, erect under his finger as he teased the tip and she shivered, closing her eyes for a beat.

  “God yes,” she gasped, holding onto his arm and flexing her hips, gyrating against his finger. “Is this on your holiday menu?”

  “You’re as wet as you were last night. No sense in letting a delicious taste sensation like what you’ve got between your legs go to waste. Lie down, Sommer. Spread those beautiful legs of yours and fuck my face. Pull my hair. Baby, I want to hear you scream.”

  She inhaled, or tried to as Rory plunged into her with his finger. She lifted her leg without thinking…so ready to jump onto the crazy train and never look back. “Please,” she purred into her ear. “Fuck me hard with that dirty mouth of yours.”

  “With pleasure,” he said, lifting her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked over to her recliner and deposited her on top, then leaned over and unbuckled her belt and unzipped her jeans. He untied her Chuck Taylor’s, dropping one then the other. He started to pull her jeans off by grabbing the cuff at her ankles. She held onto the side of the recliner, wearing a T-shirt, her undies, and a grin when his eyes widened at the sight of her panties—white, transparent, and held in place with tiny laces tied in a bow at each hip.

  She bent one knee and turned her hip to the side. “Do you like?”

  “So much,” he growled, reaching down and pulling one of the laces. “Fuck, these are sexy.” Rory trailed his fingers to her other hip, untied her panties, removed then pocketed them.

  “Are you going to keep my panties?”

  “Damn straight!” He walked along the side of the chaise. “Hold up your arms, Sommer.”

  “Is that an order or is there room to negotiate?” she drawled before biting dead center on her bottom lip.

  “An order? You saying that’s what you like, spitfire?”

  Oh she knew all about BDSM, thanks to her friends, magazines, and e-books. One day, she promised herself, she’d order a pair of handcuffs. She’d ride Rory, giving him a taste of how wild…wild sex could get.

  “Just want to know my options,” she returned.

  “We’re gonna take that shirt off or I’ll rip it off. Clearer?”

  “Very,” she said, lifting her arms. “You think one day we can explore tying each other’s wrists?”

  He reached for the bottom of her shirt and removed it in one swift snap of his hands. Now, all she wore—besides a smile—was her bra.

  “Options like that are tempting,” he said in a low voice, tracing his fingers over her chest, circling around the edge of her bra, then downward. He rubbed his strong palms over her belly, squeezing her hips, before moving his hands closer together when he reached the juncture where her thighs met her body. He gazed upward, as if waiting to see if she’d spread her legs for him and he arched a brow. “If we were back at the ranch, I could show you what it feels like to be held down. Still have my roping skills, sugar.”

  She panted, “Please, bring rope next time.”

  “One day. Real soon, if you say the word. Just think of all the things I’d do to you. From sun up to sundown and all of the hours in between.”

  “Play fair,” she growled. When he talked about marriage and paired it with sex, she wanted to scream her agreement. “I mean it, McLemore.”

  “Baby, there are no ground rules when it comes to getting you. You’re mine, Kincaid. One day—sooner or later, you’ll see the light.” He ran his fingers between her thighs and wedged them open, then traced a line up the insides of her legs and touched her between her lips. A flicking of his thumb over her the tip of swollen clit and they both groaned. He grazed his fingertips across her sex, lightly fingering her clit. Teasing her. She tried to grind against him, but he held her down.

  One day. What about now? “More,” she whispered in a voice so low, the word reverberated on her tongue.

  “Yeah. Definitely, we need to explore me tying you up.” Rory stopped. “I think you need to learn to listen and mind a whole lot better. Only one of us can run this show, and darlin’, it’s me.”

  “I beg your pardon,” she scoffed. “I’ve got opinions too.”

  “Yep, fine opinions. Just too mouthy at times. Like now,” he whispered, lowering his lips to her tattooed hipbone and sucking on her skin until she stopped all thinking and plunged into this moment. A moment in which his hot mouth and finger tracing around her clit made her body tingle and between her legs clench. God, maybe he had a point.

  He lifted upward, staring down at her—his entrancing sapphire eyes hotter than hell. She tried to breathe. Near impossible until Rory ran his fingers over her arm and up to her bra, unclasping the back. He removed it while she gulped a mouthful of air…loudly. His fingers skimmed over her skin, igniting a scorching trail of burning embers as he squeezed her breasts.

  When he thumbed her nipples, she hissed out a rasp. “Take off your shirt, please,” she moaned. She was naked on the recliner while he was fully clothed.

  “What’d we just discuss? I’m in charge. Say, it Sommer.”

  Her whole body clenched when he stopped touching her and stood there, gazing down at her with a massive hard-on still constrained in his jeans.

  Licking her lips, she replied, “You’re in charge. You top.”

  “Oh yeah. I’m top. And I want you to touch yourself. Show me what I want, baby.”

  A thousand-watt-jolt rushed under skin at the idea of her masturbating for him. Last night, the sight of him stroking his cock was hotter than blue-tipped flames.

  “You want this.” Sommer touched between her legs and moaned, “Squeezing you. Being teased by your tongue.”

  “Where do you want me?” he asked. “Show me exactly and don’t make me say it twice.” He began to unbutton his shirt.

  She opened her legs, spreading herself for him. “Right here. This is where you’re going to be, if I let you.”

  Groaning, he let his shirt slide from his broad shoulders, while staring at her fingers, coated in her own wetness. “Teasing? Girl, open your legs wider.”

  “Rory,” she whimpered as she spread herself completely.

  “Keep going.” He walked to the end of the recliner, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he watched her hand stroking between her legs.

  She felt her body tighten, moving her fingers over her slick flesh, and circling around her opening. She returned to fingering her clit, just as he’d done. Oh damn, she was unbearably close. Tiny pinpoints of perspiration pricked her skin and the coil of ecstasy, shimmering deep in her belly expanded.

  Kneeling down at the end of the chair, he pulled her legs up and over his shoulders. “Now, we’ll be skin to skin when I fuck you with my tongue.” He held her hands still. “Hold yourself open for me.”

  She did as he asked, separating her lips, tempting him, and he buried his face between her legs, his rough stubble scraping the insides of her thighs and then across
her pussy. She let go, and the pleasure of his tongue licking across her ricocheted all over her body.

  “I got you,” he said, taking hold of her knees. Rebounding erotic sensations tore across her nerves, and she clenched her thighs, unable to control herself. He needed to be ready for how she was about to release. Full-body. No-holds-barred.

  “Please,” she scream-whispered, arching off the recliner. After last night, he must have known she’d end up gripping his head like this was some wrestling match, even though she was the one who was helpless. Immobilized by mind-altering pleasure.

  He held her thighs apart, hooking his palms over her knees, and then he went to work, sucking her clit and lapping up her release using his hot mouth like a weapon. “That’s it. Give it to me, Sommer.”

  Since she couldn’t yell like she’d done last night, her body clenched tighter, trembled harder, and she yanked his hair between her fingers as she dived off an erotic cliff. With his thick hair tangled around her fingers, she pulled his mouth closer to her, and rolled her hips, moving across his face at a fast-paced tempo. Oh she truly fucked his face, enjoying the stubble-burn from his jaw and the nipping of his teeth, as his mouth sucked and owned her. Every last drop.

  His eyes were half-closed while he rocked her world as he vowed he’d do. God, he gave good face. Each time he took her to the edge, he didn’t stop sucking on her until her breathing turned serrated and she thrashed and moaned. Wilder when he drove his finger into her.

  He thrust his finger in and out of her, curling the tip—finding and unlocking her secret spot—and she splintered apart. For him.

  Her body quivered…she couldn’t seem to gather a sliver of control as pleasure swam through her, a river he made rise, and now spread into her very core. Never had she imagined having such a mind-blowing orgasm. His hands moved to her breasts, cupping her curves and kneading her skin using his talented fingers until she bowed against him. He pinched her pierced nipples, forcing her to groan his name aloud as he lightly traced his tongue around her navel, climbing up her body, his jeans rough over her sensitive skin.

  Rory kissed a wet path up her ribcage and stopped when he captured her nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the metal ring at the tip. His cock was hard against her thigh and she rubbed her leg up and down his length until he growled against her breast.

  “Your turn,” she whispered. The words she longed to tell him spread through her like the raging river he incited, filling her to the brim. She needed an outlet.

  He watched Sommer’s face and body begin to glow. Then he felt her grow taut, her body bow, and she came apart under his mouth. Sweet against his tongue as she fucked his face, fucked his mouth, and released her own special brand honey over his lips. He held her down, sucking her pussy without mercy until she gave it all up for him. Then he moved upward, licking a path, and wanting to taste her tits. Tonight, he wanted to see satisfaction sizzle in her eyes. Spend the evening with Sommer under the stars, dance with her, feed her, and then take her to the place where their future would begin.

  He stood up and unzipped his pants, and lifted a bottle of aloe lotion from her work station. “Need some of this,” he said.

  “What have you got in mind, cowboy?”

  “Wanted to fuck those tits of yours ever since high school,” he replied.

  “Well, since you just blew my mind and my pussy, it’s only right.”

  He squeezed the bottle and rubbed the lotion between his hands, then rubbed his hands over her breasts, swirling his fingertips over her nipples, and strumming her metal rings. Her nipples were so responsive, growing pinker and tauter, and he had trouble concentrating with her pebbling peaks in between his fingers, making his cock so hard it felt like he was ready to jet.

  Sommer leaned back, dangling her beautiful legs over the side of the recliner. With her thighs parted, she gave him a mind-blowing visual that branded his brain. “Baby, a little wider,” he groaned. “Damn!” He cupped her tits and was instantly captivated by the sight of her pussy below. “Open your legs. All the way. Let me see your pussy spread apart like before. Today, for hours, I fantasized about you…like this.”

  He released one of her tits to stroke his cock, moving closer to her and swiping his crown over her chest. So turned on, he took her tits and pressed his cock in between. Pure heaven to feel her warm flesh squeezing him. He pumped his hips, moving his throbbing dick up and down. Bobbing his crown above her slippery cleavage, he pulled his dick lower between her satiny tits as she dug her fingers into his thighs. He fucked her curves, pummeling his hips roughly until his cock swelled. The feeling of her warm skin wrapped around him fucking incited his senses to the max. Holy, holy fuck! His eyes rolled back in his head as he found the edge. He pushed her tits closer around his dick, plunging his head in a hammering beat.

  “Oh baby. That’s it.” A jagged line of light flashed across his eyes, and he was over the cliff, jetting and rising up onto the balls of his feet. All the while his muscles burning, his spine tingling, and his cock exploding.

  She filled him, even as he emptied himself onto her glowing skin. He watched his cock lace her tits with his release. Sommer’s essence flowed in his blood, rode through him, enticing his imagination, and rocking his world…every corner of his universe. When he touched down, his breath came out in erratic puffs, but he was totally centered in his thinking as he lifted her up, into his arms. “Baby, I love your tits.”

  “They love you back,” she whispered.

  He reached for his shirt and was about to wipe her off, but she caught his hand. “I’ll get some warm water. Wait here,” she said and pushed him down onto the recliner. She picked up a white towel and walked out from beyond her area—the beaded curtain swishing in her wake. His pulse still raced—the thrumming in his chest took several seconds to settle. When Sommer returned, the vision of her coming into the room, naked, shot his hunger right back up and through the roof.

  “What happened?” she asked, her gaze shifting down to his dick.

  “Seeing you.” His smile deepened and he laughed. “This has pretty much been the state of the nation lately, sugar.”

  A blush crept up her body, getting brighter pink by the time the heat wave spread across her cheeks. “You never…once?”

  “Never once what?”

  “Had sex with another girl?” she asked, and then shook her head. “I mean, all the way kind of sex? Tell me the truth. This is all new for us. So no secrets between us. We broke up so many times and not once, Rory McLemore?”

  He reached his hand out, drawing her to his lap so that she sat on one of his thighs. “Baby, people say never say never, but this is one of those times when never is the right answer. Where’s this coming from? Something that dipstick Drew said…isn’t it?”

  “It was just the way Jen reacted. Like it was so inconceivable that you and I hadn’t had sex yet and I kinda thought, yeah… it is hard to believe.”

  Expelling a breath, he inhaled a deep one to stop from launching an attack on her friend. “Look it hasn’t been easy holding back from you. God, I have wanted to—don’t get me wrong. You and I both know we have come close. The folks around this town are only part of the issue with their string of gossip. Lies that easily get warped. Bent and beaten. Wasn’t going to let it happen to you, or us. I have seen it done to my brothers—fucked things up. You know that. Saw it happen to Matt and Stephen. I want to marry you. Not brand you.”

  “But people think I am branded.”

  “Those people aren’t in your head. How you act—what you do—the decisions we make…aren’t based on them and idle gossip. We’re different than all that. I want you Sommer, and nothing will change that. Come out to the ranch and take a look at the land we got. Our future. Nobody else is invited.”

  “Wish Momma would stop hounding me about our future.” She plucked the tips of his fingers with her own. He realized how much her mother pressured her, and Sommer never reacted well to doing things for the wrong r
easons.

  He tipped her face up to him. “You can make your own decisions.”

  “Here’s one,” she murmured. She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his. “Mmm.”

  “Let me,” he said, taking the cloth from her fingers. He wiped across her chest and removed the streaks of his release that had dried on her skin. He cleaned her curves and enjoyed watching her nipples puckering into pink rosettes, tempting him as she sat on his thigh. Suddenly, he wondered if she were asking him about the possibility of having sex, did that mean she’d gone that route? “You ever let another guy…do anything?”

  Sommer stiffened in his arms. “No. Of course not.”

  “Hey, you opened the door and asked first.” He pressed his mouth to the side of her neck, sucking on her skin until her whole body went taut, and she moaned, heading back for the cliff.

  “Please,” she groaned.

  “You’re so unbelievably beautiful. How I’d love to give you what we both want.”

  “I can spot of thing of beauty too. Like most people around here.” She stroked his cock and laughed, taking the towel out of his hand and lifting off his lap.

  He frowned. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

  “I’m trying to say we’re both very human. And yep, no way to get around that we belong to small, nosy community. But it’s a human condition. One of many, babe. Makes the point of waiting to have sex until we’re married old-fashioned. We both have regular needs. I want you with all my heart. Now lean back.” She hiked up his jean clad calves onto the recliner and began to wipe his groin.

  “Sugar, there’s no argument that we fit together,” he groaned, his cock getting harder with her fingers holding onto him. She caressed his skin with the damp cloth, stroking along his hard-on as he relished the feel of her teasing his flesh. He curled his fingers over hers, guiding her hand up and down his length. “God, that feels perfect.”