Rourke
I HAD NO FUCKING clue where I stood with the girl. One minute everything was rosy between me and Six and the next she was pulling away from me; retreating into herself. In all honesty, I had never been more confused in my life.
Females were hard fucking work and I was quickly learning that no two were alike. In my limited experience, I always thought girls loved to go shopping and buy shit. Hell, anytime I had offered to buy Britt something when we were dating, she had practically clawed the black American Express card out of my wallet. Six had proven to be quite the opposite.
I had unintentionally offended her when I offered to take her dress shopping for the homecoming dance last weekend. And bringing it up again this afternoon had been a stupid fucking move on my behalf.
Personally, I didn’t see what the big deal was. Six was my girlfriend and I knew she didn’t have much – the majority of her income from the coffee shop was spent on gas and maintaining her car.
Meanwhile, I had more than enough and was willing to share it with her. But every time I offered, she shot me down with a glare and a cutting remark.
She was so damn prideful...
“I booked us a suite at the hotel tonight,” I announced when I pulled into the driveway of our house a little while later and killed the engine.
“You did?” Six’s voice was full of surprise. She turned in her seat, giving me her full attention. “Really?”
“Really,” I replied a little cagey. I hadn’t been sure of what her reaction would be. I was half expecting her to get pissed with me like she had when I brought up the dress. “Figured it would be easier than trying to find a ride home in the middle of the night.”
“I’ve never stayed in a hotel before,” Six squealed. Seconds later, she had her seatbelt off and was straddling my lap. “Thanks, Rourke. This is so fricking cool!”
Relief flooded my body followed by a sudden pang of lust. Six bouncing up and down on my lap had me hard as rock. The tiny, grey school skirt she had on rode up from her movements, exposing the tiniest slither of pink lace.
“You’re welcome,” I managed to squeeze out as I clamped my hands on her curvy waist and bit back a moan.
“Rourke?” Her voice was softer now and full of awareness. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, she made a slow rocking movement with her hips. “Are you okay?”
“Yep.” I clenched my eyes shut and groaned, my dick straining to get to her. “I’m…good.”
“Do you want to…” her voice trailed off and she rotated her hips in that sexy way that drove me out of my fucking mind. “Go up to your room for a little bit?”
More than I wanted my next breath.
“I can’t,” I bit out, jaw strained with tension. “No sex before a game.” I didn’t make the rules, and I rarely followed them, but football was important to me. When coach instilled the no sex on game day rule in sophomore year, I’d followed it no problem. But now, with my girlfriend pressing her tight, little pussy down on my junk, I was having a sudden conflict of interests…
“Are you sure?” Six rubbed against my hard-on again and whispered, “I won’t tell if you won’t.” She pressed her lips to my neck and nibbled. “It can be our little secret,” she continued to tease, as she rocked herself on top of my dick; small, breathy moans escaping her mouth with every thrust. “Our dirty, little secret.”
Fuck me.
I was done.
Football could kiss my ass.
Hell, the whole damn world could.
I didn’t care.
Growling in defeat, I caught Six’s face between my hands seconds before our lips crashed together violently.
This girl.
This fucking girl.
I felt complete when I was around her, like I didn’t have to search for the comfort and approval I’d been trying to find since my mother died. Somehow, Six gave that to me. She was enough for me. Fucking her, tasting her, being inside her, was more than anything I could have hoped for. She was fucking perfect for me.
I knew most of the guys at school would kill to have Six, but she was mine.
All mine.
And I had no intention of letting her go.
Fucking never.
Mercedes
THE MOMENT WE MADE it to his bedroom and had our clothes off, Rourke was inside me, filling me deeply.
“Rourke,” I cried out as the sensation of his cock filling me set my body on fire. “Omigod…yes!”
“Fucking perfect,” he grunted as he hitched my legs over his shoulders and quickened the rhythm of his thrusts until he wasn’t just having sex with me; he was fucking me. Raw, carnal fucking that caused my pussy to clench and suck him in tighter.
“God…” My body jolted violently from his merciless fucking and I had to press the palms of my hands against the headboard to stop myself from buckling from the pressure. “Harder,” I goaded, loving every second of it. “Fuck me harder, Rourke. I can take it.”
The growl that tore from Rourke’s chest then was so guttural and raw that it caused my orgasm to take ahold of me, and I came hard, the muscles in my core clenching tightly around his cock.
My coming only seemed to spur Rourke on, and he moved faster, pounding into me over and over as his hands dug into my hips, pinning my body to the mattress beneath him.
“Omigod,” I cried out when a strange bursting sensation filled me.
“Mmmm…fuck, baby,” Rourke moaned, thrusting harder. “It’s so fucking good this way.”
He was right. It was good. Amazingly good. But something felt…different.
“Ahhhhh,” I squeaked, definitely feeling a strange pressure. “Rourke, stop.”
“Shh,” Rourke begged, grinding into me. “Please, baby. I’m so fucking close… this is the best it’s ever felt…”
“Something feels weird.” I wiggled and he groaned loudly. “Oh my god! Pull out.”
“Fuck, Six,” he groaned, halting mid-thrust. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“Just pull out,” I ordered.
“Jesus Christ,” Rourke muttered before slowly pulling out of me and resting back on his heels. “Happy now?” he grunted, palming his dick. “Tease.”
Scrambling out from underneath him, my eyes landed on his naked dick and a scream tore from my throat. “Where the hell is it?”
He threw his hands up in retreat. “Where’s what, Six?”
“The condom!” I strangled out, pointing at his fully erect dick. “Where did it go, Rourke?”
Rourke’s gaze immediately went to his dick and then my vagina. “Shit,” he muttered, looking lost. He looked back and forth again and again before meeting my gaze. “Where the hell did it go?” he muttered, scratching the back on his head in puzzlement.
“How am I supposed to know?” I wailed. “It’s your dick, Rourke. Which means it’s your condom and your responsibility!”
“Calm down,” he coaxed before dropping between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I screamed, batting him away from my crotch.
“I’m going to get it out of you,” he replied, deadpan.
“You’ll do no such thing,” I hissed, trying and failing to close my thighs.
“It’s me or the nurse at the emergency room, Six,” Rourke replied, using his hands to spread my thighs wide open. “Either way, it’s gotta come out.”
“Omigod,” I sobbed, covering my face with my hands in shame. “I’m going to have to go to the hospital, aren’t I?”
“Six, I’ve got this,” Rourke coaxed in a soothing tone. “I love you, and I am going to get this condom out of you. And once I do? I’m going to put my dick back inside you. Okay?”
“Yeah,” I whimpered with a sniffle. “Okay.”
“Good. Now lie back and tilt your hips upwards.”
Mortified, I did as he asked, keeping my eyes closed the entire time. “Omigod,” I cried out when I felt his finger slide inside of me. “Rourke…”
“Relax, baby, and keep your legs open,” he coaxed in an achingly sweet tone. “Don’t clam up on me.”
Oh my fucking god. “I’m trying not to.”
I felt Rourke hook his finger inside me a few seconds before saying, “I think I can feel it.”
“You can?” I asked, biting back a moan. The pressure was so freaking intense. “Can you really feel it, Rourke?”
“Yeah… Hold on.”
I released a loud cry as I felt Rourke pull his fingers out of me. “Oh my god!”
“Got it.” Rourke looked as proud as punch as he slowly dragged the condom out of my vagina and held it up for me to see. “All good, Six.”
“Get rid of it,” I begged, mortified. “God!”
Chuckling, Rourke disappeared into the adjoining bathroom for the briefest of moments before returning to the room with a shit eating grin on his face. He looked so freaking proud of himself for managing to snag a condom out of my vagina.
“You good, Six?” he asked. Crawling onto the bed, Rourke settled back in the spot he’d just vacated and pressed a kiss to my pubic bone. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked when I flinched from the contact. “Are you sore?”
“I’m not sore,” I admitted. “But I think I might die of embarrassment.”
Chuckling, Rourke settled down beside me and pulled me into his arms. “Don’t be embarrassed, Six.” He kissed my temple and squeezed me tighter. “I’m not.”
“Rourke,” I snapped, flushing. “You basically just performed minor surgery on my fricking vagina! How can I not be embarrassed?” Suddenly, my mind flashed back to something he had said and I balked. “Wait!”
I love you, and I am going to get this condom out of you…
“You said you love me,” I croaked out, burying my face in his chest.
“I did,” he confirmed calmly as he trailed his fingers up and down my arm.
“Did you…” I swallowed deeply, heart hammering in my chest. “Are you going to say it again?”
“Probably,” he replied, giving nothing away.
“Are you going to mean it?”
“I always mean what I say, Six,” he whispered.