Page 59 of Iron Will
I could definitely get used to it.
I find myself hoping I’ll get the chance to.
My throat feels dry as we go back inside the clubhouse. The muted music I heard outside is louder now, the men talking and laughing above it as they play pool or cards, shots of whiskey and bottles of beer in front of them. A couple of them whistle and catcall as we go past, but Rourke ignores them. He takes me through the narrow hallway Bethany pointed out earlier. Toward the back, where she said some of the men have apartments.
A low ache starts between my legs when I realize where Rourke must be taking me.
“Is this the next part of our date?” I whisper.
Instead of giving me an answer, he opens a door far down on the right side of the hallway and leads me through it. Inside, he flips the switch on a lamp that’s sitting on a small table just inside the door. It bathes the room in a low, warm glow, revealing a small studio apartment that’s a lot nicer than I would have expected. It’s sparse, and clean, with a king-sized bed off to one side of the room, under a long window through which I glimpse the same stars we were sitting under just a few minutes ago.
“Your apartment?” I ask.
Rourke nods, drawing me to him. “Yeah. I have a place in town, too, but I stay here when I’m at the clubhouse late enough that I don’t want to ride home.”
“You know, this is almost romantic,” I tease him. I raise my arms and put them around his neck, feeling the cords of his muscles through the fabric of his shirt.
He breathes out a low rumble of laughter. “You were expecting candles and roses?”
I turn my face up to his, seeing the intensity of his gaze as it bores into me. There’s no mistaking the desire in Rourke’s eyes. It burns hot as fire, making my heart speed up fast as a hummingbird’s in my chest. Suddenly short of breath, my lips part. I feel like I’m falling. But I know Rourke is here to catch me.
“No,” I whisper. “This is what I want. Just this.”
When he puts his lips to mine, its as though all the air is sucked from the room. He pulls me closer, my sex pressed hard against his hip. I moan and writhe against him, already driven nearly wild with desire. After last night, Iknowwhat he can do to me, and I need it, needhimto take control of me, body and soul. My arms go tighter around his neck as he devours me, his hands lowering to cup my ass and pull me against the hard steely length of him. Oh,God, it’s good.
Suddenly, Rourke tenses. “Fuck,” he groans, but it sounds more like pain. Then it hits me.
“Oh, my God, I totally forgot you’re hurt!” I cry, pulling away.
Rourke grits his teeth. “It’s okay. Not that bad. I just gotta move a little differently, is all.”
He pulls me back to him, his mouth on mine. Our tongues find each other. One of Rourke’s hands comes up to my hair, his fingers twisting it into a rope. With a tug, he pulls my head back, exposing my neck. His mouth leaves mine, and begins its descent down the sensitive skin. The roughness of his beard contrasts with the heat of his lips, making me tremble and cling to him. The hand that was on my ass reaches under my shirt, his fingers grazing my skin. Somehow, he’s unclasped my bra, and then he’s cupping my breast, sliding a callused thumb against my nipple. A loud moan escapes my throat; I angle my hips upward, needing to feel more of his hardness against me, to relieve the pressure that’s quickly building inside me.
Rourke raises his head and pulls away from me, taking a couple of steps back. I’m so dizzy with need I almost stumble, but manage to keep myself upright.
He shrugs out of his cut and pulls off his T-shirt with one hand, the other going to his fly. A second later, he’s naked to the waist, and he’s unsheathed himself, his cock hard and pulsing in his hand. I watch, paralyzed with lust and admiration, as he slowly begins to stroke. His eyes on me.
“I want to see you,” he rasps.
Even though we were together last night, I’ve never stood in front of him naked before. But seeing him like this, huge and hard, makes me bold. I want him to look at me as he strokes himself. I want to see that it’s me who’s doing that to him.
My lower lip sliding between my teeth, I force myself to lock eyes with him. I unbutton my blouse, slowly, trembling. When I’m finished, I lower my arms, and the silky material slips down, onto the floor. My bra goes next until, like him, I’m naked from the waist up. Rourke’s eyes leave mine, moving downward, his gaze caressing my breasts as the nipples harden from desire and the slight chill in the air.
“Jesus, Laney.” His voice is thick. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
I unzip my pants and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them as well as my shoes. I stand before him now, just wearing my panties, which are soaking wet — so much so that I’m thankful the light is low.
I take a step toward him, thrumming with desire and the need to touch and be touched. When I’m standing in front of him, I reach down and encircle his cock with my hand. Rourke sucks in a breath and freezes. My fingers barely fit around him. He’s incredibly hard for me, the velvet steel of him hot to the touch. Rourke takes his own hand away as I start to stroke him, mesmerized at how gorgeous he is. I’ve never known a man who affects me like this — never seen a man whose body I find so beautiful.
My mouth is practically watering with the need to have him in my mouth. Rourke doesn’t stop me as I slowly drop to my knees. I lean forward, and see his thighs tense. Then, my tongue is sliding across the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum as I half-close my eyes.
The groan that rips from Rourke’s throat sounds like a caged animal. He stiffens, one hand going to the top of my head. I lean forward and slide more of him into my mouth, my lips tightening around him. I start to move, taking him as deep as I can, and wrapping one hand around the base of his shaft to stroke him in the same rhythm.
“Laney,” he murmurs. “Fuck, you feel good. I’m not gonna be able to take much of that.”
My heart thrills at his words.I’m doing this to him!
I slow my strokes, savoring the taste and the heat of him. I never believed women enjoyed giving blow jobs — not really — and this is a revelation to me. I would do this to Rourke every day, and never get tired of it. To feel how he responds to me, hear the way his breathing goes ragged as I suck and tease him… I want to make him come like this. I want him to lose control, his legs shaking as he explodes in my mouth.