Page 42 of Vodka And Virtue

I lifted my eyes from his chest to his face. “I want to experience everything with you.” I swallowed past the feelings and nerves that threatened to steal my words. “And not just tonight. I want this over and over again.”

Rory lifted his hand to my cheek and stroked his fingers across my skin. “So we want the same thing then. Something real and lasting.”

I nodded, not able to say more.

“I will always tell you the truth, Carly. Even if you won’t like it, I won’t lie to you. Ever.”

“Tell me the truth right now. What are you thinking?”

Rory chuckled darkly. “I think we both know what I’m thinking. I want to be buried inside of your body all night long. And once I am,” he stroked his thumb over my lip, “I’ll never get enough of you. But it’s enough for me to just hold you close tonight. Come here, sweetness.”

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me to his chest. It was the safest and most comforting feeling I’d ever felt with another person, aside from my brother.

He murmured into my neck. “I want to kiss you so badly, but I know I won’t be able to stop.”

I was so turned on, probably because I felt so incredibly at ease and safe with him, and I pushed my dick against his belly. The soft but textured feel of the terry cloth against my bare cock felt incredible, and I pushed harder, seeking a bit of friction. Rory stilled my hips with his large hands, laughing into my neck. Then he turned me and rolled us so that we were lying side-by-side like a pair of spoons.

There was no mistaking his hardness. I could feel it through the thick layers that separated us. His gruff voice broke the silence.

“You’re wearing too many clothes. I can’t feel your skin like this.”

I wiggled out of the robe and tossed it to the floor beside the bed.

“Mmm, much better.”

His hand trailed down my spine, drawing circles on my back with his fingertips. His other hand snaked around me to rub my chest and stomach. His hands were warm, the skin slightly roughened and calloused from hard work. It felt incredible. His touch made my dick impossibly harder.

His lips found the fleshy lobe of my ear and sucked on it, pulling gently. The sensation made my balls tingle. “You belong in my bed. In my arms.”

Rory’s mouth moved down my neck, sucking kisses onto my skin. He had completely enveloped me with his body and his mouth. His body dwarfed mine. I was completely, blissfully, wrapped up in him.

We tangled our legs together, and I pushed my bare ass against his cotton covered groin. Rory pushed back. I wished to God he would find an excuse to lose his underwear, but I knew where that would lead, and a part of me was grateful we had agreed to wait.

His passionate kisses and eager caresses gentled to a slow, lazy exploration, lulling me into a deep serenity until I drifted off to sleep.

15

RORY

I woke slowly,surfacing through layers of consciousness. The warm weight in my arms when I had fallen asleep was gone, now settled between my legs. I gasped, sitting up too quickly, my head swimming.

“Carly, fuck. What are you doing?”

He gave me a dubious look. “What’s it look like?”

“You don’t have to wake me up like that.”

“I know I don’t.”

He continued to explore, stroking the inside of my thighs.

“Are you sure you’re—” He licked the cotton barrier covering my dick. “Christ! That answers that, I guess.”

His snicker was muffled under the blanket partially covering his head, and I tossed it aside so I could watch. If he was going to swallow my dick, I wasn’t going to miss a single second.

He tugged at the elastic band, baring my hips. I lifted my ass to help him slide my briefs down, and my cock, rock hard and glistening at the tip, sprang free, slapping my belly. His green eyes widened, lips forming an O shape, and he stared up at me in awe.

“You have seen one before, haven’t you?” I loved the looks he gave me when I teased him.

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