Page 139 of Endgame
“Yeah,” he replied gruffly. “Oh.”
“Will I?” I asked, leaning back on my elbows. “Come, I mean? I’ve read online that most women don’t actually come during penetration.”
Rourke raised a brow and smirked. “You’ll come for me,” he assured me confidently as he crooked a finger in my direction.
Compliantly, I sprang to shaky feet and quickly closed the distance between us.
“You can change your mind,” Rourke said as he towered above me, fingering the buttons of my shirt. When my shirt was undone and hanging open, Rourke placed his hands on my shoulders and slowly pushed the fabric down until it pooled on the floor at my feet.
Trembling, I reached behind my back and unfastened the clasp of my bra. “I won’t change my mind,” I whispered, letting my bra join my shirt on his bedroom floor so that I was standing in front of him in nothing but my school skirt.
Rourke’s gaze immediately flicked to my bare breasts and he sucked in a loud breath, reaching out to cup one and gently thumbed my hardened nipple. The moment his fingers came into contact with my skin, I leaned my head back and moaned loudly. This was it; what I’d been dying for since I first saw Rourke. I wanted his hands on my body, his cock inside me, filling me up. I wanted him to cover my soft body with his hard one. I wanted him to pin me beneath him and keep me there forever.
Rourke pushed me down on the bed and made short work of removing my skirt and panties before lowering his hard body down on mine, and I opened my legs, welcoming him into the most intimate area of my body. His lips covered mine, moving slowly, lazily, his tongue dueling with mine, taking slow, deep swipes in my mouth.
He was kissing me like he was fucking me; deep and slow.
He didn’t rush either. Rourke took his time. Kissing every inch of my body from head to toe until I couldn’t take another second of his pleasurable torture.
“Please, Rourke?” I cried out, when I felt his tongue sweep over my swollen clit. “Please… I need you, now.”
“Now?” he purred, continuing to trail kisses up and down my pussy lips before swiping the length of my slit with his tongue. “You sure you don’t want me to keep kissing you here?” He teased and then plunged his tongue inside of me before pressing his thumb against my clit.
“Fuck!” I cried out loudly and thrashed beneath him. “Omigod…I can’t…Hmmm…stop…please!”
He stopped.
He fucking stopped.
“Rourke!” I hissed, pulling myself onto my elbows to look at him. He was nestled between my legs with his face buried in my crotch. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. “Why in the hell did you stop?”
“You asked me to,” he replied, clearly amused, looking up at me from his perch. “Want more?”
“I want your dick,” I growled, fisting the bedsheets. “Right now, dammit!”
Pushing myself up, I grabbed Rourke’s neck and dragged him down on top of me, pressing my lips to his. Rolling my hips, I slid my hands into his hair, and threw everything I had into kissing him, meeting his relentless lips with a violence of my own. He pressed down hard on me, pushing me into the mattress and making me shake from head to toe. His hands were gentle, but his lips were hard and passionate. It was as if he was punishing me with his mouth, kissing me into submission with every thrust of his skilled tongue as he stroked it against mine.
“You’re shaking,” Rourke whispered. Breaking the kiss, he held himself above me. “Six?” Using the palm of one hand, he touched the center of my chest. “Your heart is racing so hard right now.”
“I’m okay,” I assured him, covering his hand with mine and squeezing reassuringly. “I’m more than okay.”
Rourke sat back on his knees and took a slow appraisal of my naked body. Then he removed his boxers, and reached for a foil packet on his nightstand.
Mesmerized by the sheer beauty of this boy, I lay back with my head on his pillow and watched as he sheathed every thick inch of his hard cock. A trickle of apprehension flickered through my mind when I thought about howthatwas supposed to fit inside of my body. I squirmed inserting tampons, for Christ’s sake.
I didn’t have time to ponder the semantics for too long, though, because the moment Rourke had the condom on, he covered my body with his and reclaimed my lips once more.
With my hands above my head, he entwined our fingers before pressing against my opening. He moved slowly, and when he was met with resistance, he just kissed me until I felt my body loosening up beneath his gentle probing.
Pinning both of my hands with one of his, Rourke trailed his right hand down my body, his fingers leaving a burning trail in their wake. When he reached my thigh, Rourke wrapped his hand around the back of my thigh and hitched it upwards.
And then he pressed deep inside of me, burying himself to the hilt inside my core before freezing like a statue inside me. I cried out against him as a piercing pain like none other I’d felt before ricocheted through my core.
Fuck, it burned.
The stretching, tearing pain was so bad it brought tears to my eyes.
“Are you okay?” Rourke asked, tone laced with concern, remaining completely motionless above me. “Six?”
