Loud and Ours

Rory POV

Glass shattered loud, the window busting open, and Leo shoved me flat on the bed, his body hard over mine. My heart slammed, my breath stuck, and something heavy crashed to the floor wood splintering, a thud shaking the room. “Stay down!” he hissed, his voice rough, his hands gripping my arms tight. My chest heaved, my legs shaky, and I peeked dark, no lights, just shadows moving fast outside. Then nothing. Silence hit, heavy and cold, and he rolled off, his breath fast, checking the broken window. “Gone,” he muttered, his voice shaky, but my stomach stayed knotted, my hands cold.

Next day at work, my head buzzed fear, want, him. The Siren’s Call clanged loud slots ringing, voices yelling and my hands shook dealing cards, my eyes darting to Leo behind the bar. He looked wrecked pale, tense, pouring drinks slow but when he caught me staring, he smirked, small and soft. My chest jumped, my throat tight, and I knew I couldn’t keep hiding, not from this, not from us.

Shift dragged, my legs restless, my skin itchy. Leo brushed by once, his hand grazing my back, and my breath hitched, heat rushing through me. I grabbed him on break, my fingers tight on his wrist, and pulled him to the storage room dark, cramped, the door creaking loud. My heart raced, my hands shaky, and I shoved it shut, locking it fast with a click.

“Rory ” he started, his voice low, but I pushed him hard against the door, my chest heaving. The room smelled like cardboard and old liquor sharp, stale mixing with his sweat and soap. The faint bass from the casino thumped through the walls, low and steady, like a heartbeat, making it ours hidden, secret, mine.

“Fuck hiding,” I growled, my voice rough, my hands grabbing his shirt. My fingers shook doubt clawing my gut but I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. I dropped to my knees, the floor cold under me, and yanked his jeans open fast, buttons popping loud. My breath fast, my hands sweaty, I pulled him out hard, hot and my stomach flipped, my mouth watering.

“Rory,” he moaned, his voice breaking, his hands slamming the door behind him. I didn’t wait just took him in, loud and sloppy, my lips tight around him. The taste hit me salt, him and my chest buzzed, my throat working fast. He groaned deep, shaky his fingers grabbing my hair, pulling hard. My hands gripped his thighs, my nails digging in, and I sucked harder, wet and messy, claiming him out loud.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his hips bucking, his voice echoing in the tiny room. The light above flickered shitty, yellow casting shadows over us, his face half-dark, half-wild. My heart pounded, my legs shaky, and I pushed deeper, my moans muffled, my hands trembling but sure. This was me defying the doubts, the fear, the world right here, on my knees.

He yanked me up fast, rough his hands under my arms, and my breath hitched, my lips wet and red. “Leo ” I started, my voice hoarse, but he kissed me hard, deep his tongue pushing in, tasting himself on me. My chest heaved, my hands fisting his shirt, and he spun me, shoving me over a crate. The wood scraped my palms, my jeans tugged down fast, and my stomach flipped, heat rushing low.

“You’re mine,” he panted, his voice thick, his hands spreading me open rough, needy. My breath stopped, my legs shaking, and he pressed in slow at first, then hard, deep. I yelled sharp, loud my voice bouncing off the walls, and he groaned long, possessive his hands tight on my hips. “Rory,” he moaned, his breath hot on my neck, and my chest squeezed, my hands gripping the crate.

“Leo,” I gasped, my voice breaking, my hips pushing back. The bass thumped faint outside, the room rocking with us cardboard stacks wobbling, liquor bottles clinking soft. He pounded in steady, deep his grip bruising my hips, and I moaned loud, raw my head tipping back. “No more running,” I panted, my voice shaky, my heart spilling out, and he froze just a second his breath catching loud.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice cracking, his hands softening on me. He leaned down, kissing my neck soft, slow his lips warm on my skin. My chest swelled big, heavy and I turned my head, catching his mouth, kissing him messy and deep. He thrust again slower now, possessive and my legs shook, my moans mixing with his.

“Mine,” he whispered, his voice rough, his forehead on my shoulder. My heart raced, my skin buzzing, and I nodded fast, dumb my hands reaching back, grabbing his thighs. We moved together slow, hard our breaths fast, our names spilling out loud. “Rory,” he groaned, his voice breaking, and I felt it him, us claiming it, shouting it.

The light flickered again shadows dancing over us and my chest heaved, my body shaking. “Leo,” I moaned long, needy and he gripped me tighter, his thrusts deep, hitting hard. My head spun, my legs weak, and I came loud, messy my voice cracking, my hands slipping on the crate. He followed fast, shaky his moan rough in my ear, his arms wrapping me tight.

We slumped, panting hard, my back against his chest, his breath hot on my neck. My legs wobbled, my hands sweaty, and he kissed my shoulder soft, slow his hands sliding up my sides. My chest buzzed warm, full but my throat tightened, my heart still racing. I turned, my lips brushing his, and grinned small, shaky loving him out loud, no hiding.

He pulled me up, his hands soft now, fixing my jeans slow. My breath slowed, my chest heavy, and I leaned into him, my arms around his neck. “No more running,” I said again, my voice low, my eyes on his dark, soft, scared. He nodded, his hands shaky on my hips, and kissed me gentle, deep his breath trembling.

“Never,” he mumbled, his voice rough, his forehead on mine. My heart swelled hopeful, dumb and I hugged him tight, the storage room fading cardboard, liquor, bass all gone, just us. My hands brushed his hair messy, wet and my chest ached, wanting this forever.

Then a knock hit sharp, quick on the door. My heart jumped, my breath stopping, and Leo tensed, his arms tightening around me. “Who ” I said, my voice cracking, my chest tight. He pulled back fast, stiff his eyes darting to the lock, his hands shaky.

“Stay here,” he muttered, his voice low, stepping to the door. My stomach dropped, my legs cold, and I grabbed his arm hard, fast my fingers digging in.

“Leo ” I said, my voice breaking, my eyes wide. He shook his head, his jaw clenching, and unlocked it slow click loud in the quiet. My heart raced, my chest heaving, and the door creaked open halfway, shadows spilling in. A voice hissed low, rough outside, and Leo froze, his back blocking me.

“Time’s up,” it said cold, mean and my breath caught, my hands cold. Leo’s shoulders stiffened, his hand twitching toward me, and my stomach flipped fear choking me watching a shadow move closer, boots scraping loud in the dark.