Chapter 48 Touch yourself
RORY POV
The moment we got in, he dropped me on the bed, making me bounce off the mattress. My head spun for a second, but my temper was faster.
"You have no right to carry me that way," | snapped. My anger was flaring hot, he'd been gone for two days without a word, and now he thinks he can just haul me around and do whatever he wants?
"I have every right, starting with being your husband." He didn't even look at me as he walked to my vanity. I watched him unbuckle his watch with that precise, cold movement that never gave a fuck about the world. He started loosening his tie, then stopped and turned toward me, that insufferable smirk playing at his lips.
His eyes were like ice, staring at me like he could rip my soul out right through my skin.
"Sit at the edge of the bed," he ordered.
I did as he said, sliding to the very edge. I probably didn't even want to be sitting on the side of the bed he slept on.
"Take off your panties."
The command ran a jagged shiver down my spine, pooling straight in my clit.
"What? No," | let out hurriedly, my heart hammering.
"I've been gone for two days trying to get you off my head, which by the way failed horribly," he growled, stepping closer until he towered over me. "The last thing I want from you right now is disobedience. Take off your panties, Aurora.”
I looked up at him, stunned. I couldn't believe the confession he'd just made-that l'd been haunting him. He looked down at me clinically, calculating, like he had a dark motive for every breath I took.
I gulped. My hand found the hem of my skirt, and I pulled it off along with my panties. They hit the floor in a silent heap.
"Spread your legs," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched me.
I shut my eyes tight and parted my thighs. I felt the cool air of the room rush against my slick, swollen clit. I knew I was soaking wet down there, a mess of need he could see clearly.
When he didn't say anything else, I forced my eyes open.
He was staring directly between my legs. At my pink wet clit. Like he was enjoying the view completely and had zero concern for my discomfort. It had been almost a week since I had shaved and there was a small amount of hair around it and he was looking at all of it without blinking.
He tore his gaze away from my wetness forcefully, settling them on my eyes. Heat crawled up my neck, hot and shameful.
"I know what you did last night."
I had total whiplash. I snapped my thighs together instantly, my face on fire. He cocked a brow.
"What?" my voice came out shaky. He couldn't possibly mean that I-
"I watched you touch yourself three times on this bed yesterday. Through the CCTV."
I wished for hell to open up and drag me away.
The shame was a physical weight. He watched me touch myself all three times while I screamed his name into the empty room. I was so done for. I hid my face in my hands, unable to look at him. God, I was so foolish. Could I not do one thing discreetly?
"You were so bad at it," he chuckled lightly, the sound mocking and dark. "You didn't learn a thing or two from your little boyfriend?"
His eyes darted back to my legs. I parted them again before he could say something else to throw me off the edge. I saw a smirk tug at the corner of his lips. He began unbuttoning his cuffs, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows to reveal the heavy ink on his strong forearms.
He grappled my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he hauled my ass to the very edge of the bed. Then, he dropped.
Alexander Miller was kneeling on the floor between my legs.
"I'm going to make you come, hard, Aurora. Try not to wake up the whole house."
Oh my freaking God! He’s going touch me?
My body shuddered as his hot tongue made contact. I lost all my senses when he pushed his tongue deep inside my pussy, fucking me with it — thrusting deep, curling, lapping at my inner walls. My legs curled as I let out a strangled, messy moan.
Fuck. This felt too good.
I could feel myself getting wetter, my juices coating his tongue and dripping down my ass crack the more he pushed inside me. He pulled back a little, then lapped at my swollen clit, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it fast with the tip of his tongue. He pushed back a little, then began to lap at my clit with a punishing pace. He kept at it, stroking me, driving me crazy with pure need. I pushed his head closer, grinding my hips shamelessly against his face, my legs lifting up in the air on their own. His tongue lapped up every drop of me, he was sucking and eating me out like he'd been starving for days, swallowing every bit of my wetness.
I couldn't control it anymore. "Alexander, please.." I moaned. I felt like I was levitating, a rush of adrenaline l'd never felt in my life.
He pulled back from my thighs for a second. I almost whined at the loss of contact, but when I looked down at him, I gasped.
The sight was the most erotic thing l'd ever seen. His eyes were filled with pure lust and something that looked so close to admiration.
His lips were tainted with my cum— it was on his nose, dripping onto his chin and into his dark beard, even his nose was shiny and dripping.
Alexander, on his knees, his tattooed hands bruising my hips, with my juices glistening across his face. He kept that usual smirk, looking up at me like I was his finest prize. The view made my pussy clench hard. It was breathtaking.
“Did your little boyfriend ever make you feel like this?”
I had no idea why he was so obsessed with Steve but I could not think about that right now. Not when my husband was between my legs looking like that.
When I didn’t answer he lowered his head and bit my clit.
Hard.
My whole body jolted off the bed.
“No,” I breathed desperately. “He didn’t. God please continue—”