Page 84 of Chasing Home
In one quick move, I take both of her wrists and encourage her to tear the fucking shirt all the way in half. Her pupils blow as she focuses on my chest, inch after inch becoming exposed as we rip the fabric clean down the centre. The moment I release her, she’s pressing her palms to my abs, her fingers tracing the dip between each one, counting them.
She doesn’t so much as blink when I lead us back toward the house. There’s no taking her attention off her task right now. Not yet. For now, she can explore.
There won’t be much chance for her to do so in a few minutes.
“Step up.” I breathe the demand when we stop in front of the single step to the front door. She does as she’s told, blinking up at me in a daze. “Good girl.”
Pleasure contorts her features, and I throb in my jeans, tucking that piece of information away for later.
I type in the code for the front door and kick it shut behind us before guiding us inside the dark house. Bypassing the lights, I take the same route I always do, down the hallway and to the right toward my bedroom.
“Need to make good on my promise,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her hard.
She sighs into my mouth, opening up for me to dive in. My ears fill with the sound of my blood pumping as I spin us inside my room and press her to the wall. It takes a moment for my vision to adjust to the dark, but finally, I can make out her features.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I whisper, grabbing her hands and threading our fingers before lifting them above her head, opening her up to me. “I want to touch you.”
“Where?” she asks, her hips lifting in search of something between them. I grit my jaw and keep myself still.
“Everywhere. I want to strip you bare and trace every inch of your body with my tongue. I won’t stop until I have you memorized. Until I know I’ll be able to taste you in my dreams.”
“You keep teasing me.”
“I know, baby, I know. Let me make it up to you.”
Her chin jerks in approval, and then I’m lifting her shirt over her head. My eyes nearly cross at the picture she makes in front of me. Chest heaving, big tits trapped within the cups of a bra. Her nipples are hard, stabbing through the lace. I drag my thumb across one, hearing the hitch in her breathing before doing it again, my touch feather light.
“Are they sensitive, Aurora?” I ask, the sound of my voice deep, a near grunt.
“Yes,” she sighs.
Reaching around her back, I unclasp the bra, my thumb sweeping over her second nipple just once. She arches toward me, and the straps droop down her shoulders. Then I’m there guiding them the rest of the way, my attention focused on the slow fall of the cups as more and more of her breasts are exposed. A groan stalls in my throat once it falls to the ground, her chest bare.
I’m on my knees in an instant, falling hard enough they ache with the force. Grabbing her tit, I squeeze it slightly and guide it toward my mouth before wrapping my lips around her hard nipple and sucking. She gasps, hands swiping at my hat and sending it sailing through the room before finding my shoulders. I fill my hand with her other breast and squeeze it just a bit harder, feeling the hard jab of her nipple against my palm.
I become enamoured with tasting her chest, licking and sucking and even teasing her nipple with my teeth to see if she likes it. She cries out when I give it a small bite, and I grin like a fucking fool into her skin in response.
I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life, my cock pulsing in my jeans. Every shift of my hips makes me shudder. I’m on a fucking hair trigger, and I refuse to come in my pants like a teenage boy.
Dropping a hand, I pop my jeans open and shove them down my hips just enough to alleviate some of the pressure. When I glance back up, Rory’s eyes are trained on my crotch, those huge black pupils half-covered as her eyelids droop.
“I’m so fucking hard for you,” I admit weakly, plucking at her jeans now, first the button and then the zipper. “I need to taste your pussy.”
She watches, her head tipped forward to get a closer view as I start sliding her jeans down, the band of her panties becoming visible. I nearly blow right then and there at the first sight of her lace-clad slit. Leaning forward, I press my mouth between her thighs and drag a line up the centre of her panties with my tongue before sucking the fabric between my lips.
I groan at my first taste of her pussy, a switch in my brain flicking on as I tug on the panties, wanting them out of my fucking way.
“Take my jeans the rest of the way off, Johnny.”
I only half hear the demand, but I follow it without a second thought. Her jeans go flying across the room once I’ve helped her step out of them, leaving her only in those panties I want to tear to shreds with my teeth.
“Please, Rory. Please, can I lick your pussy?” I beg, every breath I take burning without her on my tongue.
“Get on the bed first. You’re not the only one of us who wants a taste.”
“Fuck yes,” I hiss before standing and taking her hand, bringing her to the edge of the bed.
Two hands pushing on my chest have me falling back, the mattress sinking beneath my weight. She takes my jeans off with more grace than I had with hers.