Keeping Score by Cathryn Fox
Reagan
“Rocco…” I murmur as he does the most amazing things with his fingers. He hits a spot inside me so sensitive, I nearly sink to my knees as pleasure gathers in my core. I briefly close my eyes as birds take flight in a nearby tree. I wasn’t ready for sex before—and I am not about to examine that too closely at the moment—but now, I’m ready for everything and anything with Rocco. I want him to do whatever he wants to my body. Things I’ve never even heard of before.
“Feel good, Sunshine,” he murmurs, and presses the butt of his palm to my clit. I move against his hand, shamelessly, ride him furiously. Being with him is freeing, and I like it. A lot.
“So good,” I tell him, even though he already knows by the way I’m moving my body, sliding up and down his deft fingers.
“I want my mouth on you,” he whispers.
“Yes please.”
My response brings a chuckle to his lips, and I open my eyes, my breath catching at the desire and need in his eyes. I’m not sure any guy has ever looked at me the way Rocco does. His finger slides down my body, taking my panties, and I groan in protest when he inches back.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’m going to take real good care of you. I promise you that.”
He kicks off his pants, and I stand there naked, under the noonday sun, my body a hot, quivering mess of need as he lays our clothes out on the dock. My heart squeezes at his thoughtfulness. If I’m not careful here, I could fall for him and do the one thing Cochrane warned me against.
Would it be so bad to fall for Rocco? We’re different people with different goals and different pasts, but here right now, we’re the same, and who says we can’t have a future?
Oh, just my parents, and society. I’m supposed to do the right thing, marry the right guy. Anything else—anything less—would reflect badly on the family name. The thing is, Rocco isn’t…anything less. He’s caring, gentle, and is constantly putting my needs first. He has a reputation, a bad one, and he’s known to sleep around. Maybe he never shows anyone else the side he’s showing me. I’ve certainly never shown anyone this sexual side of me before.
“You okay?”
I blink to bring myself back, and smile. “I am.”
With the gentlest touch, he places his palm on my cheek. “If you don’t want—”
“I want, Rocco,” I say quickly. “I want this. I want you. I want you to…” My voice falls off.
“Don’t be shy. Not with me, okay?”
“I want you to do everything to me.”
His blue eyes darken with lust, and his chest rises, his breath suddenly labored. “What’s everything, Reagan?”
“That’s just it. I don’t know. I was a virgin, remember?”
His eyes close for a brief second. They’re full of raw lust when they open. “Fuck, like I could ever forget that.”
He steps closer, and the intimacy in his touch, combined with the fact that we’re both comfortable being naked around each other, sends a new, unfamiliar kind of warmth through my blood. It leaves me lightheaded, almost giddy with joy. I put my hand on his chest, needing the contact. His fast heartbeat matches mine.
“Is there something you’d like to do to me?”
“Christ, Reagan. I want to take you five hundred different ways and make you orgasm a thousand times before this weekend is over.” A hard quake racks my body. He reaches out, squeezes my breasts together. “I want to fuck you here, and shoot my cum into your mouth.”
I gasp, my nipples hardening beneath his touch. “I…I’d like that too.”
“I want you underneath me, on top of me. Jesus, I want you bent over the bed, your hands tied, while I put my cock into this sweet hot cunt of yours.”
“Ohmigod.”
He grins at me, my shock a dead giveaway that I want all the dirty things he mentioned and all the dirty talking.
“There we go, now we’re getting somewhere,” he says, and puts his hand between my legs. “I want my tongue inside you. I want you to come all over my mouth.” I just stare, my voice lodged somewhere in my throat. “Lay down,” he commands in a soft voice. “Spread your legs and show me your sweet pussy, so I can do all the things I want to you.”
My legs are wobbly as I walk to the pile of clothes and drop down. I spread my legs wide for him, offering myself up completely, putting my body in his talented hands.
“I’m the luckiest fucking guy in the world,” he murmurs, and it sends a thrill through me. With a simple look, a few simple words, he makes me feel worshipped, like I’m the most important woman in the world—to him. At the moment, I don’t care if he says the same thing to all the girls he takes to bed. I just want to bask in what we’re sharing this weekend.
He drops to his knees, the sun warming our bodies as he leans forward and swipes his tongue over my clit. All the dirty talk has me so turned on, I nearly climax. I don’t want to. Not yet. I want this to last forever. He flattens himself on the dock and slides his hands under my ass, bringing my pussy to his mouth for a feast, and feast he does.
He licks and sucks and puts his tongue into me until I’m writhing and calling out his name. It echoes across the water, and can undoubtedly be heard by the neighbors, if they’re near the lake. I simply don’t care. Not when it’s this good. He slides a finger into me, touches that sensitive bundle of nerves and just like that I break.
“Rocco,” I call out, my fast orgasm taking him by surprise, judging by the widening of his eyes as he tilts his head to see my face, his mouth still between my legs, drinking me in like he can’t get enough. I know the feeling. He stays between my legs, lightly licking me as my body continues to spasm and pulse in the most glorious way. I usually have to work much harder than this for an orgasm—especially with—nope, not going to think of him.
“Babe, you were so needy.”
“I know, that’s what you do to me.”
He grins and slides up my body. “I like that, you know. I also love the taste of you. I’m going to fuck you right now, but I’m definitely getting my mouth on your sweet cunt again.”
“You like the taste of me?”
“Fucking love it.”
His lips glisten, and I put my hands around his head to draw his mouth to mine. I kiss him deeply, tasting my release on his tongue. I moan, and his body vibrates. He presses into me, his cock hard against my thigh. I crave the taste of him, am about to ask if I can have him in my mouth again, when he inches back. I pull him back to me, needing the physical contact, needing skin on skin.
“Condom. Pants.”
He scrambles to pull a condom from his pants and I grin. “What makes me think you had this planned all along?”
“When it comes to you, Reagan, I’m not taking a chance that I’m not prepared. When you want sex, you get sex.”
“You want it too, right?” It’s a silly question. His erection tells me everything. But I want to hear him say it.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Sunshine.”
His words give me pause as he rips into the condom, and as he rushes to sheathe himself, I’m pretty sure he’s not aware of what he just admitted to me.
He’s wanted me for a long time.
I want to ask how long. The first night he showed up at my place? Or our freshman year when he’d follow me home to ensure I was safe? My heart beats a little faster, and I close my eyes, warm and needy sensations fluttering in my stomach.
He’s back on top of me, and I open my eyes to see his face. The second I do, I know I could be in big trouble here. I’m falling for him. I’m falling for bad boy Rocco Gianni and there isn’t a goddamn thing I can do about it. Honestly, even if I could, I’m not sure I want to do anything about it. It’s insane, really. Up until yesterday, I had a future planned with another guy.
Rocco lays over me and in one swift motion, rolls me until I’m on top of him. “Ooh, I like this,” I murmur, my nipples brushing his chest.
“I want you to fuck me, Reagan.”
With zero effort, he picks me up and poises me over his thick cock. Controlling the pace, he pulls me down and I can’t breathe, can’t think, as his crown pushes me wide open. “Rocco,” I cry out, a roller coaster of emotions tearing through me.
“Look at me, Sunshine.”
I open my eyes, and his are locked on mine as he allows one inch and then another to slowly enter until he fills me completely. My body opens for him, takes everything he’s offering, and once he’s thoroughly seated within me, my pussy stretched tight around him, he lets my waist go and puts his hands on my tits.
I sit up a little straighter and close my hands over his, rubbing with him, and reveling in the soft moans of want spilling from his lips. I shift, move my hips a little, and his moans grow louder.
“Like that, do you?” I ask.
“Uh huh.”
I move, and lift myself slightly, only to fall back down again, and his face twists in total agony. It’s fun discovering his likes too.
“Babe,” he murmurs. “Babe, fuck.”
Hands back on my hips, he holds me down hard and lifts his hips like he’s trying to get in deeper. I love it. He lifts me high, until he’s almost out, and powers into me. I gasp, but no sound escapes my lips as he hits my cervix, nearly giving me a full body orgasm, something I’ve only ever read about, and would really, really like to experience.
“Again,” I cry out, and he repeats the motions until I’m delirious and unable to form a coherent thought. Every time he pulls me down, my clit smashes against his body, and deep in my core, an orgasm builds, grows, expands, until I’m panting and begging, blinking tears from my eyes. “More.”
He continues to drive into me, hard blunt strokes meant for pleasure only. I cup my breasts, and pinch my nipples, sending shockwaves to my sex. “Rocco,” I call out, my body letting go. I tumble into an orgasm, the world around me disappearing as I sink into bliss, nothing existing but this guy, and all the wonderment coursing through my body.
“I love…watching you come,” he groans.
The breaking in his voice is a good indication that he’s not as together as he’s trying to portray. His jaw is clenched tight. He’s giving it his best effort to hold off until I’ve ridden out the waves of pleasure.
“Fill me with your cum,” I say and his fingers dig into my hips as he goes still high inside me. I concentrate on each hard pulse as he depletes into his condom. I really wish we didn’t have the barrier. I wish I could feel the heat of his release in my body.
With his cock still inside me, I fall over him, find his mouth. His hands go around me, one on my back, and one on my head as he kisses me, his mouth practically devouring me like a man starved. The kiss ends and I lay my head on his chest. We stay like that a long time, holding one another, basking in our post-orgasmic bliss as he grows flaccid inside me.
He breaks the quiet. “I need to get rid of the condom.”
I chuckle. “Are you saying I have to move?”
“Sorry babe, we can’t take a chance on it slipping off.”
I groan in protest but lift myself off, and a quiver goes through me as he slides from my body. I reach for my shirt and tug it on, then gather up the rest of our clothes as I follow him inside. He makes a fast trip to the bathroom, and he’s gloriously naked and beautiful when he steps out.
As I take him in, his grin, the playfulness in his eyes, his big hands that touched me so gently, worry worms through me. How am I ever going to go back to being the good daughter, Reagan Ellison, after Rocco?