I swallowed hard and nodded, and he rubbed his thumb over my aching center, still over the fabric and driving me wild. "You have gorgeous tits, Gemma. Play with them. I want to watch you."
As I cupped my breasts, I brought my nipples between my first two fingers and rolled, pinching and brushing them the way I always did when I was alone. I'd never played with my own breasts when I was with a man, and my first thought was that it might be weird. But my God… it wasn't. It was enthralling. I bounced a look from my own breasts, round and full in my hands, down to Rook, who watched me with rapt attention as he slid his fingers under my panties and along the moisture beneath. I let out a breathy, needy sound, but he didn't break eye contact as he sat back on his heels, watching me and sliding his fingers to my clit where he moved in circles.
His erection strained against his black dress pants, and I wanted desperately to reach out and touch him, but I was too captivated by the way he was watching me, by the way he was teasing me. My thighs began to shake as he circled the apex of my desire, bringing me closer to a peak. As if he could sense that I was getting close, he eased his fingers away from the nub and dipped in and out of my soaking heat. I moaned, letting my head fall back and dropping my hands to the bench to support my weight.
Rook hooked both his thumbs under the sides of my panties, and slowly, almost reverently, he slid them down my hips and legs. When he had slid them aside, I sat bare and panting under his heated gaze. He grazed his hands back up my calves and to my thighs where he parted my legs. Breathing hard, I watched him with wide eyes as he dropped kisses along my thighs and closer to my pussy that dripped for his touch again.
I hadn't thought he'd been literal when he'd said he would eat me until I was speechless. But already, I had no words I could formulate to express what he was doing to me. I'd imagined his touch so many times, it was almost mythological. He was a dark beast from my sweetest nightmares, come to torment me and bring me untold pleasure.
Rook licked a long line from the bottom of my labia to the top, flicking my clit. I moaned louder, and my head came to rest against the bench as he scooted me right to its edge and supported my ass with one of his large hands. With the other hand, he inserted two fingers inside of me, curling up to brush against my G-spot. I writhed, so turned on I wondered how I hadn't climaxed already. He moved in and out slowly, pressing hard against that sensitive spot inside, and then licking sensual circles around my clit.
The sounds gusting from my open mouth trilled up to a soprano pitch, and I felt sweat bead between my breasts. Rookgrowled in satisfaction against my sensitive skin. "That's it, baby. Scream for me."
My core tightened, reeling up to an orgasm that, frankly, terrified me. I'd never been this high, this alight with desire that I worried my orgasm would be so intense it might hurt. I wasn't even sure that was a thing… it justfeltlike it might be. I tucked my hips down, suddenly overthinking everything.
"Don't you dare," he murmured, curling his fingers and swirling them inside of me so that starbursts of pleasure exploded behind my closed eyelids. "Hips up, Gemma. Relax into it."
I did, and he increased his pace, vaulting me straight for that release again. I breathed hard, my fingers curling inward and my toes pointing. I moved my hips in time with Rook’s fingers, begging for more pressure on my clit, begging for the tension to break. He moved his tongue against my clit in time with his fingers, a sensual dance that would probably play on repeat in my wet dreams forever.
"Rook, oh my God," I moaned. "I'm going to—I have to—"
"I know, baby. You can do it." Rook moved the tip of his tongue in smaller, more pointed circles around my clit, and his fingers pumped faster in and out of me. I cried out, hitting the very peak of ecstasy, and then I let go with a cresting wave of blissful release. Wave after crashing wave pulsed and clenched, wringing out each moment of euphoria that Rook had built from the first moment he'd touched me. Brick by brick, he'd built my desire for him, and as it came crashing down around his fingers and against his tongue, I melted into it with glorious satiation.
Knox smoothed his hands down the tops of my thighs, soothing me as I came down from my orgasm with trembling legs. He licked the side of my labia, easing away the tremors from my climax, and then kissed the juncture of my legs. "Jesus, you taste good," he groaned.
With my head still thrown back and my body suddenly gelatinous, I panted, "Like a cakepop?"
He chuckled, brushing his lips against the skin on the inside of my thigh. "Like you. Like the forbidden Gemma I knew would taste so good, I wouldn't want to stop once I started."
I slumped against the bench. "I'm a liquid."
"And I'm very hard," he joked, wrapping his arms around my hips and dragging me to him. With alarming ease, he lifted me so that I straddled his hips, and then he had our positions switched. He sat on the bench, and I straddled him, resting my ass on his legs and his arousal up against my soaked core.
I jumped as the cold of his wet pants contrasted with my warm center. "Yikes, that's cold."
"I'll warm you up," he promised softly. His hands cupped my bottom, and with gratifying circles, he massaged up to my lower back. "Unless you'd rather I take you home. Then, we can do that, too."
His light hair was starting to dry, swirling over his forehead and taking on a beachy wave that I couldn't help but run my fingers through. I combed through his soft hair and then tickled down the sides of his face, scratching my nails against his five o'clock shadow. He closed his eyes, sighing contentedly. "This is an awful lot of touching for someone who doesn't like it," I observed dryly.
Wintry eyes opened to hook me with an intense stare. "I've wanted nothing more since the moment I tore you from my shower."
My brows drew together in confusion. "Then… why?"
His hands continued massaging their way up my back as he looked to the side in thought. "I'll tell you, but not right now. I don't want to go there." He returned his gaze to mine. "I want to be here with you. Right here. Is that okay?"
He's hurt, I realized finally.Something from his past has wounded him, and I'm a complete dunce and missed it.I nodded once. "Of course. I'm all yours."
A rueful smile lifted one corner of his mouth. "Careful what you promise, Gem."
I knew what I'd said. I wasn't taking it back. I bent down to kiss him, and the taste of my arousal on his lips sent a spasm of want right to my center. I'd just had the orgasm of my life, but even the thought of his mouth on my pussy was sending me straight back into a spiral of desire. And God, the way he kissed. It was criminal. It put every kiss I'd ever had to this point to absolute shame, and Ihated himfor holding out on me this long. He could have been blowing my mind for weeks now. The shared roommate thing could have beenfun, dammit.
Whatever pain he had in his past, I hoped he would be honest with me eventually. At the very least, we could have some transparency between us, and it would make our strange arrangement a little more bearable. And hell, if I could keep kissing him, that would be enough to make it enjoyable.
My racing thoughts suddenly blurred into a haze of lust, and our passionate kiss turned into fevered need in an instant. I wanted more of him. My need for him coursed through my veins, molten lead and heated blood mixed with heady desire. Running my hands down his hard chest and to his defined abs, I tugged at the belt on his dress pants. Rook didn't need any more invitation than that. He undid the belt and then the button, and with one strong arm around me, he lifted us both so he could take his pants and briefs down. When he sat down again, I looked between us, and my breath caught in my throat.
"Ye Gods," I eked out.
Rook made a strangled sound. "Should I be offended?"
