Page 82 of Gold Rush

She won’t meet my gaze. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I just … I wanted it to be good for you.”

“You’re terrible at tons of things. Cooking, getting B’s, taking compliments. But you’re insanely good at sucking cock. It was fucking incredible for me.”

“I did some research during my lunch break,” she admits.

I grin. “You watched porn at the office?”

“No! It was an article.”

“So academic.” I reach out, tilting her chin up. “Say it, Rory.”

She huffs, making sure I’m aware of how ridiculous she thinks this is. But she says it. “It’s a fucking privilege to be in my mouth.”

“A-plus,” I murmur. “Did having me in your mouth get you wet?”

“Yes,” she answers, all the annoyance fleeing her expression when I grasp the hem of her skirt and work it higher up her thighs.

“I bought some condoms on my way home.”

Rory bites her bottom lip as I reach under her bunched skirt and tug the thong she’s wearing down. “We could do it without anything once more?”

Fuck. Yes. My cock is starting to swell again at the prospect of feeling her bare. Before last night, I’d always had sex with some barrier.

“I already filled your mouth. You want more of my cum in your pussy?”

She blinks rapidly, looking a little dazed. “You’re really good at dirty talk.”

“Nah, I just don’t have much of a filter. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Talk to me like normal. It’s just you and me here. You up to try another position?”

“Ye—ow.” She glares after I swat her ass. “Was that really necessary?”

“If that’s your pain tolerance, never give Finch a bath. Go wait by the table.”

Another huff before she saunters in that direction. I walk over to the fridge to grab the whipped cream out.

Rory’s eyebrows rise as she spots the can. “You bought condoms and whipped cream? What a cliché.”

I smirk, shaking the can’s contents. “Talk nicer to me, or I won’t lick this off your tits. I noticed you liked my mouth on them. This is supposed to be a treat for both of us.”

She clears her throat, still uncomfortable with my bluntness. That’s fine. I’m happy to practice until she’s less shy.

I pull out one of the chairs and take a seat, setting the can on the table with one hand and giving my dick a couple strokes with the other. Rory’s throat works as she watches me.

“Come here,” I say huskily. Once she’s within reach, I rest a hand on each hip, guiding her so she’s positioned over me. “Rub your clit.”

The bunched fabric of her skirt prevents a perfect view, but it’s almost hotter, seeing her hand disappear. Watching her eyes heat and her face flush as she touches herself.

“How wet are you?”

“Really wet.” She shows me her fingers.

I grab her wrist, sucking the tips of two into my mouth, then releasing them. “Put me in.”

Rory grips me the same way she did earlier, adjusting my cock until I feel her hot cunt envelop the tip. She sinks down slowly, an inch, maybe less, disappearing at a time.

We both moan at the delicious friction of our bodies coming together. I keep my hold on her hips loose, letting her decide how fast and how much she takes. Her head tilts back, eyes closing and lips parting.

“How does it feel?”