Page 49 of Dirty Rotten Love

I turn a page I haven’t read. The paper rustles. Far below me the North Sea whispers gently. It’s a calm night.

I’ve turned the overhead light off, so its hum is absent. The reading light is quiet, and it paints my cabin in soft hues of amber. It’s not candles and rose petals, but it’s what I have out here on the rig in the middle of the sea.

Besides, Rory brings the magic. Every space he enters transforms into something special. When he is here, this ceases to be a tiny cabin with metal walls, and becomes something else. A piece of heaven on Earth. A glimpse of paradise.

I put my book down. Were those footsteps I heard? I listen carefully, straining my hearing. Yes! I was right. Soft footsteps rapidly approaching down the hallway. Unmistakably Rory’s. I know how he sounds. His light, swift footsteps, his laugh, the musical lilt to his voice as he cries out his pleasure.

Rory has chosen to visit me. Again.

My heart starts thumping against my ribcage. I throw off the bedcovers and hurry to the door. My hand rests on the doorhandle. Waiting.

I hold my breath.

He knocks, sending a wave of glee shooting through me. I open the door and pull him in. Then I shut out the outside world, so it’s just me and him, and it’s bliss.

Rory grins up at me. “Sorry, Tam took forever to go to sleep.”

I try to think of a reply because I want to wag my tail, but then Rory is in my arms kissing me. No small talk needed. Just this.

Heat floods my body, and I kiss Rory back. Our hands begin fumbling and tearing at each other’s clothes. I’m in pajamas because I didn’t want to presume Rory would visit tonight. He is in his off-duty clothes. But not for long. With impressive speed, we manage to both get naked.

He smiles at me again. More dazzling than the sun. Then, to my utter astonishment, he drops to his knees.

Pleasure thrums through me, not merely anticipation at what he is offering, but pride at witnessing his confidence bloom. He was a ball of anxiety and nerves the first day he knocked on my door. Now he is a confident young man, as he should be.

If I play no other part in Rory’s life, I’m honored to have been a part of his self-discovery. His sexual awakening and his newfound confidence.

I hope he will remember me fondly.

Rory’s warm, wet lips wrap around the head of my cock. I shudder and groan. Fuck. That’s incredible. I’m already feeling lightheaded.

Rory kneels before me and gets to work. My hand threads through his blond hair. He sucks and licks. I’m pretty sure this is the first time he has given a blowjob. It’s an honor, for sure. But he is, understandably, seriously lacking technique.

However, there is nothing lacking in his enthusiasm. And it’s Rory, so I don’t care about anything else. If anything, his inexperience is endearing.

A groan rumbles through me as Rory laps eagerly at my hard cock. A fizzing sensation races along my nerve endings. Rory is licking and sucking my cock, but I’m feeling him everywhere.

He bobs down a little too enthusiastically and chokes. My fingers tighten in his hair, and I pull him back a little.

“Slowly,” I growl. “No need to rush. No need to take more than you can handle.”

He hums his assent, and I relax my hold of his hair. He gets right back to enthusiastically working my cock.

“That’s it, good boy,” I say.

He moans at my words, and the vibrations make me shiver.

“Relax your jaw.”

He does so immediately. I was going to let him experiment and figure things out by himself, but my Rory loves receiving instruction. And I love giving them.

“Work your tongue all the way around my head.”

He makes a happy, blissful noise before doing as he is told. I can almost feel his relief that I’ve taken control.

His motions slow. His silken tongue obediently licks around and around the swollen head of my cock.

“Perfect. You’re so perfect.” I groan as my heart races and my toes curl.