Mara

I slowly came awake the next morning, my body aching in the most delicious way. Rocky had woken me three times last night and into this morning. I’d thought him claiming my virginity would hurt more, but I’d only felt a twinge of pain that first time. My pussy had burned as he stretched me wide, but it had felt so damn good to have him inside me. Little did he realize that he’d made a lot of my fantasies come true. We hadn’t done anything too crazy, but there was a list of things I wanted to experience. I’d been reading romances since I was thirteen, the hotter the better, but none of them had prepared me for how amazing it was to actually have sex. I’d thought they were all just made-up stories and complete bullshit. Rocky had proven me wrong. Or maybe it was because of the incredible man who had claimed me.

I shifted and the way my thighs stuck together sent a flash of panic through me. Not once had we discussed birth control. Obviously, I was clean, not having ever been with anyone, but I didn’t know about Rocky. I didn’t think he would have taken me bare if he’d been carrying an STD, though. As much as he tried to take care of me, that didn’t seem like something he would do. I felt stupid for not asking him last night. Still, that wasn’t the only issue. I didn’t know if he wanted kids. Hell, I didn’t know if I wanted kids. I hadn’t exactly had a stellar upbringing. What if I sucked at parenthood as badly as my mom had? Not that it would matter if he kept taking me without a condom, because sooner or later I would end up pregnant.

It was something we should have discussed before anything happened last night, or before that little episode at the motel in Kansas, but I’d been too caught up in the moment both times. Either he had been too, or he wasn’t worried about it. I’d always thought guys were paranoid about knocking someone up. Did Rocky think I was on birth control, even though I’d been a virgin? I’d heard of girls taking it for years before they had sex, but if he was expecting me to take care of something like that, he should have at least mentioned it. Would he be mad when he found out that I could possibly be pregnant right now?

I’d rolled onto my stomach at some point during the night, and I turned my head to look toward the other side of the bed. Rocky was sprawled on his back, one arm thrown over the top of his pillow and the other resting on the back of my thigh, as if he had to touch me in some way even in his sleep. After last night, I should just be glad he hadn’t decided to sleep with his hand on my pussy, or with his cock inside me. He’d been insatiable, but then so had I. While I’d read about being consumed with a need for someone, I’d never actually experienced it until now. Unfortunately, I was feeling the effects of our all-night lovemaking.

Even with the blinds closed, enough daylight was coming through that I could study Rocky. His lips were slightly parted, and his beard was scruffy. He’d shaved the sides and back of his hair, but it was still longer on top and was sticking out every which way. I couldn’t ever remember seeing a man rumpled from sleep. It was kind of sexy. He was too rugged to call him beautiful, but to me, Rocky was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. My heart fluttered every time I looked at him, and butterflies flitted around my stomach every time we touched.

And now, he was mine. I might be the one who would be inked and branded as property, but by claiming me, he’d given me a gift. Him.

A soft rumble escaped Rocky, and he rolled toward me, wrapping both arms around my waist and dragging me closer. As he pulled me across the bed, my body turned until we were lying chest to chest. He was cuddlier than I’d expected. Not in the soft teddy bear kind of way, but more in the “I want you as close as possible” kind of way. Who would have thought such a big, growly man would want to snuggle in bed? I ran my hand up his arm, admiring the muscles that bulged even in his sleep. I had yet to see him exercise, so I had no idea how he’d stayed so fit. Then again, pulling a woman from a wrecked car, then finding out she’s on the run probably had put a cramp in his usual schedule.

Despite how sore I was between my legs, feeling his hard cock press against me was enough to make me wet. As much as I wanted him, I didn’t think I could go another round right now. My body needed a break, even if it didn’t think so. If we kept at it, I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. I guess there were worse things in life, like running from Sebastian, but being bedridden didn’t sound like much fun. Not even if the hunk lying next to me was in the bed with me.

His arms tightened around me, and I felt his lips brush the top of my head.

“Morning, sweet girl,” he said, his voice a deep rumble.

“Morning, Rocky.”

“You sleep okay?”

I smiled a little. “Yeah. Once you let me sleep, that is.”

He chuckled. “I won’t apologize because I’m not sorry.”

I wasn’t either. I’d enjoyed every minute of last night and this morning, and I hoped we had many more nights and days like that. Now that I’d had a taste of him, I wanted more. There were so many things I wanted to try, and I hoped he’d be up for it. He’d taken me hard and deep, nearly consuming me. I’d loved every minute of it. The commands he’d given me, demanding my obedience, had sent a shiver of pleasure through me. He was definitely all alpha male. I couldn’t see him ever being submissive. If anyone in this relationship would get tied up, no doubt it would be me. And I didn’t have a problem with that at all.

“Sore?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said softly. My cheeks flushed as I remembered exactly why I was so sore. I’d been well and thoroughly used. Maybe used wasn’t the best word. Pleasured? I was fairly certain I’d been as close to heaven last night as I was ever going to get. I’d seen stars, felt the earth move, and every other thing that happens in romance novels that you swear just doesn’t take place in real life. Apparently, it did when you had a man like Rocky between your thighs.

“I’ll fill the tub with some hot water. You should soak for a bit. I should have been easier with you last night.” He smoothed my hair back. “I’d have stopped anytime you wanted me to. Don’t ever feel like you have to give into me if it’s not something you really want. At least, as far as the bedroom is concerned.”

“Last night was perfect,” I said. My cheeks flushed. “But I think I need a break this morning.”

Rocky tipped my chin up so that I had no choice but to look at him. “I may be a demanding bastard, but I never want to hurt you. If you tell me you’re sore, then I’ll wait until you aren’t. It’s not just about me getting off. I want you to enjoy it too. My favorite part is making you come.”

I’d more than enjoyed it, but I wasn’t going to shower him with praise. I had a feeling his ego was big enough already. Any man who could navigate a woman’s body as well as Rocky did, and have her scream his name until she was hoarse, already knew that he was damn good between the sheets. I had no doubt countless women had already told him as much, and I refused to be part of the crowd. While those faceless women might have been notches on his bedpost, I was something more. I was his, and only his.

“Maybe you should shower first, in case there’s not a lot of hot water.”

He kissed me softly. “No, sweet girl. I’m going to take care of you. If I have to take a cold shower, then that’s what I’ll do. A little cold water isn’t going to hurt me. You wait here while I draw the water for your bath. You can soak as long as you want.”

His lips brushed against mine again, then he rolled out of bed and walked out of the room. I had to admit, the view was nice. It should be a crime for a man to have an ass that good. Where mine jiggled, his was nice and firm. I’d be willing to bet I could bounce a quarter off it. I wondered if he’d let me try that sometime? Probably not.

“Mara, it’s ready,” Rocky called out from down the hall.

I shoved the covers off me and got out of bed, wincing as I took my first step. The dull throb I’d felt before was minor compared to what I was feeling now. Maybe a sex marathon hadn’t been the best of ideas, even if it had felt incredible at the time. I gingerly walked down the hall to the bathroom, feeling raw and achy. Rocky met me at the door, lifted me into his arms, then set me down into the tub. I gasped as the hot water closed over my feet, the skin instantly turning pink, but it quickly changed to a groan of appreciation as I sank all the way down. The tub was small, but I was short enough the water reached the middle of my stomach. As long as my lower half was submerged, that was good enough.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling up at Rocky.

“Call me if you need anything. I’ll be in the bedroom.”

His gaze caressed me for a moment before he turned and walked away. Tipping my head back against the tub, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the hot water. When my fingers and toes began to prune, I decided to wash and get out. I pulled the plug and stood, then reached for the towel Rocky had hung over the rack. As I stepped over the edge of the tub, I nearly slipped and fell, but managed to catch myself just in time. Maybe we needed one of those rubber mats for the bottom of the tub.

I dried myself gently, still a bit sore, especially between my legs. I hung the towel back up to dry and slowly walked back to the bedroom. Rocky was sprawled across the bed, his hands folded behind his head. His gaze jerked my way as I stepped into the room, and he sprang up out of the bed.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“A bit.”

He pointed to the bed. “Lie down and spread your legs.”

“Rocky, I don’t think I can…”

“Not for sex. I had a feeling you would be sore after your first time, so I picked up something for you.”

Curious, I did as he’d commanded, lying back against the mattress and parting my thighs. He pulled something out of the bedside table drawer, then pushed my legs farther apart. I heard a top unscrew, and the scent of coconut filled the air. I had no idea what he was doing, but I trusted him. Cool ointment smoothed across my skin as his fingers brushed over my pussy. He smoothed some more on my inner thighs where I had beard-burn from all the times he’d gone down on me last night and this morning.

“What is that?” I asked.

“Coconut oil.”

“And you just happen to know that you can use that on me to make the aches go away?” I asked.

“After the motel in Kansas, I did some research on my phone, in the event I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. This was recommended if you had a sore pussy after I took your virginity, but they didn’t say whether or not I could put any inside you. I’m going to assume the answer is no.”

I started to close my legs and sit up, but he splayed his hand across my belly, holding me down. I relaxed against the bed, feeling a little odd that he was just staring at me while I was wide-open like this. His gaze was hungry as he softly stroked my pussy, rubbing more of the cream into my skin. He couldn’t hide his monstrous, hard cock, and I knew he was turned on seeing me spread open like a buffet, touching me yet unable to do more. I was too sore for what I knew he really wanted, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t still take care of him. I’d managed well enough at the motel, even though I’d never sucked a cock before that. I could do it again.

My heart nearly beat out of my chest as I thought about what I was going to say. There was a scene in a book that I remembered well, and it was something I wanted to try. I’d thought it sounded hot, and completely naughty, when I’d read it. I licked my lips and gathered the courage to ask for what I wanted. His fingers were still lightly stroking me, and while his touch didn’t hurt, it was starting to turn me on. I could feel myself growing slick with desire, and if he kept it up, I was going to beg for things I shouldn’t right now.

“Rocky.”

He looked up at me and his fingers stilled. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, but there’s something I want.”

“Your pussy can’t handle my cock right now,” he said.

“Maybe not. But my mouth can.”

His gaze darkened, and his fingers trailed up my body to settle at my waist. “Are you sure you want that? I didn’t try it last night because I didn’t know if you’d enjoyed it at the motel.”

“I like the way you taste,” I said boldly.

He growled softly and crawled onto the bed, straddling my waist. His cock pointed upward, and his balls brushed against me.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking it up and down.

My breath caught as a bead of pre-cum formed on the tip, and he smoothed it down his cock. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

His strokes quickened. “How do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

“I want you to take what you want, what you need. I want you to fuck me fast or slow, gently or hard… I want you to come on my tongue and down my throat. I want you to do what you did at the motel and keep fucking my mouth even after you’ve come.” I swallowed hard. “I want you to take control.”

Rocky moved farther up my body until his thighs slid up against my shoulders. “Open that mouth, sweet girl. Open wide and I’ll give you everything you’ve asked for.”

I lowered my jaw. Rocky leaned forward, bracing his weight on one hand, while his other hand fed me his cock. He circled my lips with the head, painting them with his pre-cum, before sliding in a little ways. He teased me, giving me just a bit of his cock before pulling back, then pushing forward again. I reached up and cupped his ass with my hands, trying to urge him on.

“You want it all, baby?” he asked.

I hummed my approval. Rocky braced both hands on the bed and stared down at me. I waited, the head of his cock between my lips. His body was tense, his gaze never leaving mine.

“You wanted it, so I’m going to give it to you,” he said. “Every. Fucking. Inch. And you’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”

He didn’t wait for my response before thrusting forward, his cock sliding over my tongue and down the back of my throat. Tears blurred my eyes as he fucked my mouth slow but deep. After a few strokes, I was able to relax my throat and take more of him, breathing deep through my nose every time he pulled back. He curled a hand around the back of my head, holding me as he took what he wanted, used me the way I’d asked. I felt the muscles in his ass bunch and flex with every thrust, and I dug my nails into his skin.

He grunted at the bite of pain, and his strokes became erratic. The first splash of cum hit my tongue before he pushed his cock down my throat. In. Out. My mouth filled up with every stroke, and I swallowed what I could. I could feel it coating my lips and sliding out the corners of my mouth. Rocky didn’t stop. Even after the last drop of cum had shot out of him, his dick was still hard, and he still fucked me, just the way I’d asked him to. When he finally pulled away, sliding down my body to straddle my hips, I wiped off my mouth and stared at his hard cock. How the fuck could he still be hard after all that? It didn’t look like he’d come at all. I’d always heard that older men had trouble getting it up. Rocky not only didn’t have any trouble with that, but the man seemed to stay hard for a really long damn time.

“How are you still hard?” I asked, genuinely curious.

He grinned. “Because you inspire me with that naughty mouth, these sexy curves, your pretty pink pussy, and that tight ass. I could fuck you all day, every day, in every way imaginable. Except I don’t think you’d be able to walk if I did that.”

I waved a hand at the cock pointing toward the ceiling. “What are you going to do with that?”

“Go take a cold shower and hope it goes down.”

“Good luck,” I muttered as he got off the bed and headed down the hall.

While he showered, I washed off my face and brushed my teeth. My hair was too knotted to do much of anything with it, so I twisted the mass into a messy bun and put a ponytail holder around it. I went back into the bedroom and finished getting ready. I didn’t know what we had planned for today, but I hoped at some point, it would include getting more furniture. Or at least picking stuff out to be delivered later. It would be really nice to have a couch and TV, and maybe some cookware so we didn’t have to eat out for every meal.

I was slipping on my shoes when Rocky came back into the bedroom. My gaze traced over him, thinking it was a shame he had to cover up that fine body. I could look at him all day. Of course, then I’d want to touch, which would lead to other things, and I wasn’t ready for those other things right now. My body needed to rest, so it was probably best if he put on clothes. He noticed me watching him and smirked as he reached for his bag.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“A little too much. My belly clenches, and I feel all fluttery, but I’m still aching too much to act on those feelings.”

Rocky laughed and came closer, pulling me off the edge of the bed and into his arms. He kissed me hard and deep, before releasing me. I sank into a boneless heap onto the mattress again.

“Good to know you feel that way just looking at me.” He smiled.

“What are we doing today?”

“We’re going to grab some breakfast, and then we’re meeting Wire to discuss what he’s found. I probably should have stopped by his room yesterday, but we needed to get this place ready, and then I was distracted.”

“If I find out my mother had anything to do with what happened to my dad and you, I’m going to kill her.”

He gave me an intense stare. “I’m afraid that honor goes to me.”

I wasn’t certain if he meant he would actually kill her, or if it was just a turn of phrase, and I decided I didn’t really want to know. Part of me wanted to end her life myself, but I knew I didn’t have it in me. But if Rocky killed her, it wouldn’t be any great loss to me, or the rest of the world. But I didn’t want Rocky to go to prison either.

Whatever happened, he had my support. If he wanted to take out Mom and the entire Rossi clan, I wouldn’t stand in his way. Hell, I might even hand the weapons to him.