Page 36 of Dirty Rotten Love

I’m still sucking on his nipple. It’s hard and swollen between my lips. I’m also sliding two lubed fingers in and out of Rory. My free hand is tugging and twisting Rory’s other nipple.

His noises are exquisite. I’m looking up at his face. His eyes are closed. Jaw loose. Soft lips parted. Cheeks flushed pink. A profound expression of serene joy.

It was looking up and witnessing this sight that had nearly pushed me over the edge. And I’m not as young as Rory. I can no longer come multiple times a night. My orgasms need to be spent wisely and I need to cum inside him, need to watch Rory fall apart on my cock. I need it more than I need life itself.

I shift position, moving faster than I knew I could. As if my body is trying to disprove my assertion that it’s old.

Leaving the warmth of Rory’s body feels like a sin. I was pressed close to him, breathing in his scent, absorbing his body heat. The feel of him around my fingers was divine.

Now I’m kneeling above him and it feels like I’m a million light-years away. The distance between us is vast, wrong. Hopefully, the sacrifice will be worth it.

Hastily, I roll on a condom. Thankfully, my hands don’t fumble the task.

Rory watches me with gorgeous blue eyes. Bright. Trusting. Hazy with pleasure, as if drunk with it.

It’s the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I drink it down, every nuance of it. I need to capture it as a crystal-clear memory, one I can pull out and admire for years and years.

He huffs out a small sound of impatience. I rouse myself with a shake. He’s right, he’s not here to be stared at adoringly. He’s here to be fucked well. He deserves no less. And a mere heartbeat ago I was damn impatient to get back to him.

My body moves swiftly. I lean over him. I notch my cock against his hole. He breathes, relaxes. Doesn’t look away, just holds my gaze calmly.

I push in, there is a brief moment of resistance, and then I’m past his tight ring of muscle. Into the soft, tight heat of him. He has learned how to take me so well.

His chin lifts as he throws his head back. “MacLeod!”

It’s a cry of pleasure and joy. Euphoria given voice. It stirs my heart and fills me with pride. Nevertheless, I pause, falling motionless.

“Mac,” I say.

His chin lowers, bright blue eyes come back to me. He stares into my soul, and I don’t mind at all.

“What?” he gasps.

“My friends call me Mac,” I say slowly and carefully.

His eyebrows lift. “Am I your friend?”

“Aye, something like that.”

His grin is dazzling. A great beaming thing that seems to imply that the words I just uttered are a revelation.

My gaze drops down to where our bodies are joined. “My cock is in your ass.”

He wheezes out a chuckle. “Right. Yeah. I noticed that.”

“Good to know,” I say wryly.

He chuckles again, and the movement feels good.

“Mac, then? In here?” he asks softly. Tentatively, as if I am bestowing him with a great gift, when surely he knows he is the gift.

I nod.

He smiles. Beautiful and bright. “In that case, you have to call me Rory. In here.”

“Aye. Rory,” I agree, and the shape of his name on my lips feels incredible. I’ve never said his name out loud before. I’m already looking forward to saying it again.

Rory’s grin glows even brighter, and my hips move of their own accord. Driven by instinct and hunger. An inability to wait any longer.