CHAPTER NINETEEN | RORY
I needed to ‘cool down,’ alright.
I needed a cold shower. I needed to soak in a bathtub filled with dry ice. I needed a harsh rinse from the firehose. I needed to pour a 10lb bag of ice down the front of my boxer-briefs.
I needed anything to defuse the bomb that was inching closer and closer to exploding inside my ripped black jeans.
What I really needed was Des… but that wasn’t an option. Not yet, anyways.
Des and I both had scars. I wore mine on my arms, buried underneath my tattoos. Des wore her scars on the inside, too deep for me to kiss away. But I knew they were there, and I knew that some of the biggest ones were left by me.
I had left a nasty gash when I disappeared, and I knew it would take time before that old wound healed entirely. I had to earn her trust again. I had to prove that I wasn’t going anywhere.
That’s why we had to take things slow. That’s why I had to use restraint. And that’s how I found myself leading Des up the apartment building’s dimly lit cinderblock stairwell.
“So… any chance you’re going to tell me where we’re going?” Des asked as we rounded the twelfth -- and final -- flight of stairs.
“Nope,” I winked over my shoulder. “But you’ll see for yourself in about thirty seconds.”
We climbed up the final steps and found ourselves in a narrow concrete hallway.
There was a door at the end of the hall, and affixed to the wall directly next to it was a control panel. The digital screen glowed bright yellow, creating an aura of light in the darkness.
I tapped a button on the panel and it chirped loudly, then prompted me to type in a six-digit clearance code.
“Rory, are we--” Des lowered her voice to a hiss “--breaking in?!”
“Technically we’re entering on official fire department business,” I told her as I typed in the clearance code. “The Connecticut state fire code stipulates that certain places must be accessible to fire personnel at all times. This six-digit code is like a digital key to the city…”
I tapped the ‘enter’ key and the panel chirped again, then we heard the sound of a deadbolt disengaging and the door popping open gently. I grabbed the handle and pulled it open.
“After you,” I said, ushering Des through the door. She hesitated, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Can we get in trouble for this?” she asked.
“Only if we get caught,” I winked.
A smile twitched at the corners of her mouth, and she sucked in her bottom lip to stop it from spreading to her cheeks. Then she ducked under my arm and slipped through the open door. I followed, ignoring the Louisville Slugger that was taking practice swings inside my jeans.
When I was trying to sell Charlie on the idea of moving to Hartford, this rooftop pool had been one of my biggest bargaining chips. It looked even better in real life than it had in the glossy brochure photos. The pool was a rectangle of turquoise water, casting a cool blue glow over the rest of the deck. Black pool chairs were arranged in neat rows on either side of the water, and glass bulb string lights were hung in a zig-zag pattern over the entire deck.
“Oh my God, Rory… this is incredible!” Des said, turning around slowly as she took it all in. “This makes my apartment’s pool look like a garbage dump.”
“You’d probably feel differently if you saw it during normal pool hours,” I quipped.
Des was biting her lip again as she turned back around to face me, and her eyes were glistening mischievously.
“So… are we gonna get in, or what?”
My eyebrows flung up in surprise.
“What?” she narrowed her eyes at me playfully. “Don’t tell me we came all the way up here just to get our feet wet?”
That’s exactly why we came up here, I thought.
“We don’t have any swimsuits,” I pointed out.
“Oh well,” she shrugged. She smiled innocently at me, and I felt my dick twitch eagerly in my jeans.
Fire. This is playing with fire.
Her hands crawled along her waist, wrapping around the hem of her white t-shirt and rolling it up slowly.
Fire, fire, fire…
She slipped the shirt over her shoulders and tossed it aside, and in the soft yellow glow from the sting lights I saw her breasts spilling out of a black lace bra.
Fuck…
I didn’t think I could get any harder than I already was, but when I saw those tits I felt all of the hot blood in my body pulse straight to the steel rod in my jeans.
I gulped, trying to stay in control… but she was making it damn near impossible. Her hands slid down her taut stomach towards the waistband of her denim shorts. She popped the button open easily and shoved down the zipper, then gave her hips a little wiggle until the denim slid down her thighs and puddled on the floor around her ankles.
FIRE.
She stood still just long enough for me to confirm that the black lace panties matched the black lace bra… then she took two giant strides and leapt towards the pool, crashing into the turquoise water with a giant SPLASH.
Tiny droplets of shimmering water pelted the deck, and when her head emerged through a wave of blue she was buried under a curtain of soggy black hair, laughing hysterically.
She shoved the hair away from her face and glanced up at me.
“Are you coming?”
My cock was throbbing through the seams of my jet-black Levis, and I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell of me stripping down to my briefs and jumping into the pool without her catching a glimpse of my unbridled beast.
“I’ll just put my feet in,” I resolved, waddling awkwardly towards the edge of the pool and bending down to sit on the edge. I rolled up the hems of my black denim pants and thrust my legs into the water.
It felt cool… but not cool enough to relieve the sweltering heat the was pounding through my veins.
Des swam up beside me and propped her elbows on the concrete edge of the pool, then she glanced up at me. Her skin was glistening wet, and the water droplets looked like tiny twinkling diamonds in the light.
Her burning hot eyes rolled down my chest towards my crotch, and they widened when she saw the bulge.
“I want you to come in,” she said. Her voice was low, husky… almost a purr.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“You don’t need to protect me, Rory,” she said, flicking her gaze back up to me. “I can handle it… I can handle you.”
She pushed herself away from the wall and glided closer towards me, planting her hands on my knees and positioning her torso between my legs under the water. Then her hands crept over the tops of my thighs, slowly inching towards my cock.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Des…”
“You won’t,” she whispered. “You have to trust me. I want you, Rory. I want all of you…”
Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking through the thick black denim. I sucked in a breath as my body reacted to her touch.
“Fuck, Des…”
Her hand slipped away and she slid back down into the water, gliding away from me.
Fuck me…
I grunted, pulling myself up from the edge of the pool. I peeled off my shirt and undid the front of my jeans. As soon as I undid the zipper, I felt an immediate sense of relief tingle through my suffocated shaft. I kicked off my jeans, then I jumped straight into the water.
I crashed through the turquoise waves and I let my body sink all the way to the bottom of the concrete pool. All the way down, I tried to convince myself that this was horrible idea… but reason and logic had gone out the window. All I knew was that I wanted her… and she wanted me too.
I kicked off the bottom of the pool and surged back to the top, popping through the surface and taking a deep gulp of breath. I opened my eyes and immediately found myself nose-to-nose with Des.
She was hovering directly in front of me, and before I could think twice I reached forwards and gripped onto her. As I tugged her towards me, her thighs eased apart and wrapped around my waist. I felt the scratch of lace rub against my chest as our bodies latched together.
Our lips found each other like a pair of magnets. This wasn’t a gentle kiss, like before… this time, it was messy.
This kiss was wet, desperate, and urgent. We were both gasping and panting as our lips slipped and slid together. I scooped my hand around her waist, cradling her ass and dragging her closer to me. Her hips bucked forward, thrusting against my throbbing rod.
That thrust was almost more than I could take, and I pulled back. Des immediately pouted.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered.
“Oh, I’m not fucking stopping…” I promised her. Then I gripped her waist and pulled us both towards the edge of the pool. In one swift motion, I had lifted her out of the water and propped her ass on the concrete deck, so that she was sitting in the same spot I had occupied moments earlier.
She was dripping wet, and her bra and panties were soaked through and clinging to her skin. I could see the rosy-pink outlines of her nipples through the lace bra, and her panties were so damn soaked that they clung to the shape of her mound, forming a perfect outline of her anatomy.
I wanted to bury my face in those tits until they smothered me… but her pussy needed my attention more. I eased her knees apart and pressed my lips into her inner thigh, kissing my way towards her juicy wet center.
“Rory!” she gasped, stiffening as I got closer and closer. She reclined backwards, propping herself up on her elbows as her back arched up.
I sunk my teeth into her inner thigh and bit down gently, sucking in the sensitive flesh until her knees were shaking on either side of me.
By the time I reached the lace panties, I was desperate to taste her on my tongue. So desperate, that I ripped the flimsy fabric straight off of her. She gasped again, and I opened her legs further apart so that I could see all of her glistening, quivering sex.
Her plump lips were swollen and oozing with excitement. I spread her slit apart with my fingers and traced around her rim with my thumb. She was tight… and just imagining how her walls would feel around my cock sent a tremor through me.
I thrust my thumb into her hole and dug my tongue up her slit until I hit her hard clit. It was swollen and pink, like a tiny little raspberry, and when I flicked it with the tip of my tongue her entire body bucked towards me.
“Rory, I’m--I’m--” she stammered, rocking her head back and forth.
“Are you close?”
She nodded her head and whimpered softly, practically begging me to let her finish.
I had never seen this side of Des before. She had always been so shy, so reserved, so quiet… but now she was writhing on the concrete like a wild animal, and I was the one holding her by the reins.
Her hands reached up, gripping around her own tits and squeezing through the lace. She moaned softly and her eyes rolled back.
I buried my head between her soft thighs, and with one swift flick of my tongue her entire body crumbled. She convulsed as the orgasm roared through her body, and she made a sharp cry as her head tilted back and her mouth fell open.
When it was over, she looked like she was seeing stars. She rocked forward, gasping for breath, and I reached up to steady her.
“Holy shit,” she murmured.
“We should probably get back to the apartment,” I whispered, pressing my lips into her stomach.
“Get back?!” she gasped, glancing down at me. “Bu--but… we… you…” she glanced down at me through the water.
“We have plenty of time for that,” I said.
The truth was, I wanted nothing more than to ravage her; to thrust inside of her until we both exploded. But Des was special, and I wanted our first time together to be special, too.
Not here. Not like this...