Page 85 of The Downside of Love
She presses her forehead to the mattress, giving me an incredible angle that I take advantage of.
I rock us back and forth, my cock burying so far inside her I’m afraid I won’t come back up, not when I hit the hilt of her center, making her buck erratically against me.
Feral sounds escape her mouth, echoing through the small space. One of her hands snakes under her and her fingers graze my balls. I still, fully inside her as she rolls my balls between her fingers.
I press into her hips, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. That feels so fucking good.
“Baby,” I groan. “Fuck, baby I’m going to come.”
“Good.” She removes her hand and rests her cheek on the mattress, angling her ass up. “Make me yours, Stryder.”
Leaning forward, my chest to her back, I bite down on her shoulder as my hips fly into hers, my cock penetrating her at a relentless pace, my teeth making their mark.
She stiffens underneath me, and then cries out when I move my hand to her clit, pushing down, swirling my finger.
Her tight pussy clenches around me, my name rolling off her tongue in waves as she comes apart beneath me. The sounds she makes from the orgasm rocking through her body sets me off.
A shot of pleasure flies up my legs as my balls tighten. My cock pulses inside her, my orgasm hitting me hard at the base of my spine and then working its way all the way up, sending my body into a sated state as my hips slow, and I ride the wave of my orgasm until there is nothing left inside me.
Breathing heavily, I collapse on top of her and kiss her shoulder, soothing the sore spot where I left small teeth marks.
My mind is on overdrive as I try to comprehend what just happened.
Rory and I just had sex for the first time, and it was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. She felt perfect in my arms, like she was made for me. The way she reacted to my body, to my length, to my every move, matching me touch for touch, stroke for stroke. It was as if we’d been doing this for years rather than spending our first night together.
I roll to the side and take care of my condom where I throw it into the trashcan. When I return, I scoop Rory into my arms and under the covers where we face each other.
For a moment, I take her in. Hair a mess, a satisfied look in her eyes, a tilt of her lips in the corner. She’s happy, and that makes me so fucking happy.How long have I wanted to be the one who put that look on her face? Joy. Ecstasy.
Just as she blinks, those long black lashes fluttering, I feel an overwhelming sense of peace, a sense of peace I’ve never felt before.
My past washes away, all the abuse and berating I suffered, my father’s assholery a distant memory. The guilt I suffer simmers in the pit of my stomach but never truly reaches my threshold of concern, not after what we just did. Not when she’s lying next to me, completely naked—completely sated—with the most endearing smile on her face while she stares at me.
Hands clasped together and tucked under her cheek, she gazes up at me. “Hi.”
I chuckle and push her hair behind her ear. “Hi, baby.” I stroke her cheek, her soft skin smooth under my touch, and as I look into her beautifully mossy green eyes, I feel the last of my wall crumble to the ground.
I have to tell her.
Ineedto tell her.
The words are heavy on my tongue, ready to be unleashed.
I don’t think I can go another minute without confessing how I really feel.
With a deep breath, I fix my eyes on hers, nerves icing my veins. With one last breath, I say, “I . . . I love you, Rory.” Her eyes widen for a split second before softening, her body shifting closer to mine. “I’ve loved you for so fucking long. So goddamned long.”
One of her hands goes to my chest and plays with my dog tags, the almost silent clanging of them filling in the silence. “What do you mean?”
“The party,” I say, playing with a strand of her hair, “where you met Colby for the first time. I was completely enamored with you. I saw you from across the deck before he did, I lusted after you before he did, and I wanted you before he did.”
Shifting so she’s propped up on an elbow, staring down at me, her brow crinkles together in confusion. “You’ve liked me since . . . since the party?” Her voice stutters, total disbelief in her words.
I nod. “Yes.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because when I saw the way Colby looked at you, it was one of the first times I’d ever seen the stoic look in his eyes falter. I knew he liked you and he—” my voice catches in my throat, a golf-ball-sized lump forming, “—he’s my brother. I would have done anything for him, even if it meant stepping aside.”
