“Not yet,” I moan.
He shakes his head, gaze returning to me with a drugged, desperate look in his eyes. “Not yet,” he repeats to himself. “Not yet.” He curses. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I clench my muscles on purpose and his eyes widen.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Hartley,” he says with a laugh. He delivers a sharp slap to my ass before he palms it, squeezing. “I’m obsessed with your ass,” he growls. “Always have been.”
I tighten again, wearing my own smirk as his jaw ticks.
“You want to play?” He leans forward, surrounding me, bringing his hand between my legs, drawing wet circles on my clit in a way he knows is going to make me come.
Fucking antagonist. I hold his eyes in the mirror, clenching tighter, and he shakes his head, wearing that lazy smile, circling faster. A sweet ache of affection takes up all the space in my chest, expanding through me, because knowing Rory and getting to see all the sides of him, it’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten.
Love bursts in my chest, and the tremors start.
“Rory,” I moan, dropping my head. It’s too much, the feel of him inside me, pushing against all the spots that make me lose my mind. The competitive focus in his eyes only makes it hotter.
“I hate to lose, Hartley,” he grits out.
My release closes in on me and I see stars, muscles spasming around his arousal. Wave after wave of pleasure ripples through me but I anchor to the feeling of him inside me, his hand gripping my shoulder, and the desperate, possessive look in his eyes as I spin out, shuddering. Again and again, my pussy clamps down on him, and a moment later, I feel him stiffen.
CHAPTER 75
RORY
Being inside Hazel, watching her face in the mirror as she falls apart for me, it snaps me in half.
My hips jerk against her, rhythm turning erratic as I slide toward my release. There’s no holding off, not when she’s wearing my name on her back so enthusiastically, not when her pussy is still squeezing and gripping my cock like a fist, and sure as fuck not when there’s nothing between us and I can feel every slip and slick inside her perfect pussy. The heavy ache in my balls surges and I’m pounding against her, coming inside her, losing my fucking mind with pleasure and need as I groan her name.
It’s always been Hazel.
I give everything I have to give, spilling into her, eyes locked with hers in the mirror as her pussy flutters around me, and when our orgasms subside, I’m pulling her to me, burying my face in her neck and huffing in her scent.
“You’re mine,” I rasp, chest heaving for air, and she nods.
Running on pure instinct, pure desire to claim her in every way, my hand drops to between her legs. I pull out of her, dipping my fingers inside her, watching as her eyes flare with surprise and desire.
“Like that?” I ask, stroking in and out of her, my fingers slipping against the wetness of my release.
She nods, eyes going hazy.
I drag my fingers up between her cheeks, circling the pucker of her ass, drawing my release over her. My heart pounds and possessive instincts roar through me as I push my wet finger inside.
She gasps. The way she’s positioned, braced against the dresser, bent over and open for me, it both satisfies me and makes me want more. As much as she’s willing to give me.
My perfect, trusting Hazel.
“I’m addicted to that look on your face,” I tell her.
My finger pumps in and out, working my cum back into her, and she tightens around me, meeting my gaze in the mirror, lip curling with need. Blood rushes to my cock, and within seconds, I’m stiff again, aching and ready to go.
With my finger still buried inside her tight asshole, I lift my gaze to hers with a question in my eyes, and she jerks a nod like she can’t wait.
I sink back into her tight pussy, groaning at how wet and hot she feels. Around my finger, she tightens again. My other hand drifts to her clit, and within a minute, her eyes go wide and she starts to flutter around my cock.
“Rory,” she says, gasping for air. “I’m coming again.”
I slam in and out of her, stroking my finger deep inside her ass as she clenches, and a moment later, my release follows.
“This doesn’t happen,” I choke out as I spill into her, heat rushing through my blood and pressure expanding through me. In my hazy thoughts, I remember her saying that to me once. We’ve had a hundred firsts together, and when I think forward to the future, I beg the universe that we’ll have a hundred more.
After, in the shower, I kiss Hazel on every inch of her body while the hot water trickles down her skin.