her arm, sweeping one of mine out, in return, causing me to lose my balance. She rolls us, claiming my spot on top. She grins triumphantly and I mentally call it. She wins .
Rocky’s lips graze mine slowly. “Do you need me to kiss them and make them better?”
My cock jerks violently. Unable to miss it, she pushes her warmth closer, gliding back and forth against me in an agonizing rhythm.
A moan, low and tortured, reverberates in my chest.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she murmurs, sliding down my body. Openmouthed kisses are placed along my heated flesh, trailing down my stomach. Her tongue swirls through the patch of hair low on my naval and my breath leaves me in a burst.
“Fuck,” I choke. “Rocky, stop. I’m sweaty.”
Hooded brown eyes peer at me as her fingers work into the waistband of my shorts. “I like you sweaty.”
My balls pull tight, now aching for an entirely different reason. Sometimes she says something so simple, but it affects my whole damn body—inside and out.
Any thought is shut down the moment Rocky’s hand circles my shaft. Her tongue slides up the length before taking me inside her mouth. My head falls back to the mat. Because of her past—being attacked by two different men—I hold back as much as possible. I don’t thread my fingers through her hair and take over like I crave. Instead, I stay stock still, nails digging into my palms. This is how I’ll stay until she gives the go ahead. The muscles in my abdomen tighten. A breath hisses through my teeth. But I don’t touch her. I give her all the power.
One by one, Rocky loosens my fists, placing my hands on her face, silently giving me permission to let go. But I don’t. Not yet. I stroke her smooth skin gently; my only other movement is the gradual lifting of my hips. I maintain the measured pace she started, refusing to take all of the control from her.
My fingertips trail down her neck, her shoulders, and onto her back. Slip beneath her top, caressing whatever parts of her I can.
“Do they feel better yet?” she asks. She presses a kiss to the head of my dick as she meets my gaze. “Because I need you to be inside of me immediately.”
I don’t answer her with words. I grasp her upper arms, sliding her until she’s hovering above me. Her legs rest on either side of my hips, lining us up perfectly. She’s hot and damp through her shorts, letting me know how much she needs me.
She removes her tank top as I tug and twist her shorts until they’re far enough out of the way. I thrust upward entering her in one motion.
Rocky sighs contentedly as she takes over, gliding up and down my length. I love watching her. The look of satisfaction on her face. The parted lips. The desire in her eyes. The natural blush of exertion. My gaze is fixed on her, only slipping to watch myself disappear inside her. My favorite place to be.
She’s close. I can feel her tighten around me. I skim my fingers up to her neck, drawing her to me. She follows effortlessly, nuzzling into my shoulder. I kiss her head, breathing in the vanilla scent of her hair. A twinge of pain shoots through my chest. There was a time I only felt this ache because I wasn’t ready to let go of my first love—to let Rocky in. It’s getting to be less about Livie and more… Now, it’s more difficult to explain. Now, I’m terrified of the fact that Rocky smells like home. Terrified that I’ll lose her too. Because I will lose her. One day, she won’t be here anymore and I have no say over that. No control. No power to stop it. Helplessness lays over me like a blanket, smothering me.
I can’t go through that again.
A flash of her black and silver handgun flickers through my mind. I hate that she needs it. That she still lives in fear. I know it will never, ever go away.
Her lips find mine, kissing me back into the moment. “Stay with me,” she breathes into my mouth.
My arms lock around her back, holding her against me. My grip is hard. Harsh.