Just Give In (6 page)

He
meant it when he said he was the type of guy that worshipped his girl, that she
was all he needed in his life, the only thing he needed to be happy. He didn’t
lie when he’d said providing for her was what he wanted, needed to do.

Chapter
Six

She’d
been dreading this day since the first time Rory spoke about it a little over a
month ago. Lena sat on the back of his pickup truck, staring at the lake across
from her, the beer in her hand ice-cold. Droplets of condensation slid down the
bottle and landed on her bare thighs, and the sound of Rory rustling in the cab
of the truck seemed overly loud. She was just in a whole other world right now,
everything seeming too sensitive, too painful.

Tomorrow
morning Rory would leave her, leave this town behind, his fucked up father,
and, she hoped, create something wonderful for himself. He deserved this more
than anyone else, but there was this part of her, this selfish part, this part
she hated but that was reality, that wished she could just tell him to stay
with her.

Of
course she wouldn’t say that to him, wouldn’t tell him to forget about leaving
the bad life he’d been dealt and starting fresh somewhere else because she was
selfish. He’d be back, but a year was such a long time. Of course thoughts of
if he’d meet someone else, fall in love with her, and forget about this town
and Lena filled her head. It was inevitable, she assumed.

She
was starting school in just a couple of months, finally deciding on just going
to a local college so she could save on dorm tuition and commute from her
parents’ house. What was the point of leaving and being on her own when she’d
wanted to experience that with Rory?

The
music started playing seconds later, and then the sound of the truck door and
of Rory’s boots crunching on the foliage, coming closer to her, filled her
head. She looked over her shoulder and saw him holding a blanket and bottle of
whiskey. Lifting her brow and smirking, she saw the wink he gave her right
before he hopped on the tailgate of the truck beside her. They didn’t speak as
he cracked open the bottle, the sound of the seal breaking having her watch him
take off the lid, lift the bottle, and toss the liquor back, drinking a hefty
shot. He breathed out when he was finished, looked over at her, and held the
bottle out, offering it to her.

Lena
wasn’t into liquor like that, and unless they went to the club, which was only
once in a while, and she preferred beer, but right now she wanted to forget
about the fact the guy she loved more than anything else was leaving. Taking
the bottle, not thinking about anything but enjoying this last night she’d have
with him in a long time, Lena tipped the bottle back and drank a rather large
swallow of the whiskey.

Setting
the bottle back on the tailgate, she gasped as the liquor burned down her
throat, having her chest tighten, her mouth go numb, but finally having this
pleasurable warmth filling her. Rory chuckled beside her, picked up the bottle,
and took a long drink from it again.

They
sat there several more moments, both staring at the lake, neither speaking, and
the tension moving between them like thick syrup.

“I
hate that I’m leaving you, Lena, but baby, this is for the best. You’ll see.”

She
nodded but didn’t say anything or look at him. She watched the water lap at the
shore against the rocks, making a soft, almost lulling sound. If she really
relaxed, just let herself only focus on right now, she could imagine that she’d
see Rory tomorrow, that he wouldn’t be leaving, and things would be okay. Right
now she felt like she was losing it, like her life was crumbling around her.
Maybe it would seem extreme to think and feel that way to anyone that didn’t
know their relationship, or the love they had for each other.

“I
know it’s for the best, Rory, and I really am glad you’re going because you
deserve to get out of here and away from Brian.” She turned and looked at him.
“But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I just want to beg you to stay with me,
that we can make it work without you leaving.” She wouldn’t cry, not now, not
in front of him. She didn’t want Rory to feel any worse than she knew he
already did. Tonight was about them being together, about being together for
the last time in what would feel like forever.

He
set the bottle down again and cupped the side of her face, exhaling as if he
were in pain. “Leaving you is the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do,
Lena, and that’s saying something given that bastard I live with.” He smoothed
his finger over her cheek, and leaned in close. “But no way in hell is this
goodbye. This is a ‘see you later, baby, because I’m coming back for you’.”

She
smiled, leaned in, and kissed him softly.

“Just
promise you won’t let any motherfuckers bother you, and if they do you’ll kick
them in the nuts like I taught you.”

She
started chuckling. “No one would even think about talking to me, not when they
know I’m Rory’s girl.”

“Damn
right you’re my girl.” He kissed her harder, ran his tongue along her lips, and
she opened for him, allowing herself to just let go and focus on right here and
now. “God, Lena.” There was a hitch in Rory’s deep voice, and he pulled her
closer, so close she was now on his lap, his rock hard cock between her legs,
pushing against the zipper of his pants, rubbing along her shorts and panty
covered pussy.

Breaking
the kiss they both breathed heavily, their mouths just an inch apart, their
eyes locked on each other’s. Leaning forward, she grabbed his shoulders and
smoothed her palms over his rippling muscles. His strength poured from him, and
she couldn’t contain her moan.

She
ran her tongue along his bottom lip, and tasted the alcohol and herself on him.
He stared at her, and there was this very heated look in his eyes that had a
small sound escaping her. He moved his hand behind her back to cup her ass,
gave the mounds a squeeze, and she braced her legs further apart and rubbed her
pussy on him. The sound of the bottle falling over on the metal of the tailgate
was loud, but not nearly as loud as the groan that came from him.

“I
love you so fucking much, Lena.” He speared his hand in her hair and gripped
the strands, pulling her head back slightly, baring her throat. “You’re so
fucking beautiful, so fucking mine.” He ran his tongue up the length of her
throat, over her chin, and pulled her head forward so he could claim her mouth.

Since
they’d lost their virginity to each other last month they’d had sex more times
than she could count. Sometimes they remembered to use a condom, and sometimes
they were too worked up to think smart and be safe. And although she didn’t
need a baby right now, wanted to finish college and start her life, she also
knew if it happened Rory would be right there with her to give his support.

But
she wasn’t thinking about being smart or safe right now. Lena was only thinking
about being with the guy she loved. He speared his tongue into her mouth,
stroked every inch of her, moaned and groaned, and tightened his hold on her
hair until it bordered on pain and pleasure. She was frozen in place for him,
for this very masculine man that she was incredibly wet for.

Rory
continued to kiss her, licked at the inside of her mouth, at her lips … everywhere
until she was rubbing herself back and forth on his erection, wishing they had
nothing on, separating them. Lena’s panties were so damn wet they were soaked
clean through. But when he went to pull away, to break the kiss, she gripped
his broad, massive shoulders even harder, curled her nails into his flesh until
he hissed out in pain, and pulled him closer.

“You’re
so fucking hot, baby,” he murmured against her mouth. “Dig your nails into me,
Lena.”

She
did it again and moaned.

Her
nipples were hard, stabbing through her bra and shirt, and she felt so damn
aroused right now she couldn’t even think straight. Pressing her chest to his,
Lena gasped out softly when his hard chest pressed against her nipples, making
the already sensitive tissue even more responsive.

He
cupped both sides of her face, tilting her head to the side so he could deepen
the kiss, making her want him even more. Their breath was heated, humid, and so
frantic she couldn’t decipher where one ended and the other started.

When
Rory broke the kiss and murmured, “Let me have you, baby, give me something to
keep me warm at night while I’m in Colorado.”

If
she hadn’t been madly in love with him already, those words would have made her
fall hard for this boy.

Chapter
Seven

Lena
could have cried at his statement, but instead she pressed closer to him,
kissed him harder. Rory moved away from her mouth and trailed his lips along
her cheek, down her jawline, and started running his teeth over her pulse,
right below her ear.

“Take
me right here Rory.”

He
groaned against her neck, and she let her head fall back, relaxed, aroused, as
he slid his hands onto her shoulders and yanked her impossibly closer. And then
he moved his hands down, between their bodies, and cupped both of her breasts,
squeezing the mounds until she cried out in pleasure.

It
felt so good.
Rory
felt so good.

“God,
I fucking love you, baby.”

“I
love you, too,” she said against his mouth, wanting their clothes torn off
already. Endorphins were moving through her bloodstream fast and fierce. Lena
felt high from them, like she’d never touch the ground. When she slid her hands
over his arms and felt the muscles jump at the same time he squeezed her
breasts, everything rushed forward, exploding like fireworks inside of her.

There
was so much definition beneath his t-shirt that all she wanted to do was rip it
off and memorize every inch of his chest, lick every hard line, hard ridge.

“I
want you,” he said again, more frantic this time, his voice deeper. He bit the
side of her throat and a gasp of pain left her, but on the heels of that was
this incredible spark of pleasure. Her pussy clenched, became even wetter. Her
clit throbbed, feeling like her pulse was based right in that tiny bundle of
nerves.

“I
am so wet for you, so needy, Rory.”

That
had him stilling and moving his head back to look at her face. “I’m coming back
for you, baby. Wait for me.”

“I’ll
always wait for you.” She felt her eyes start to water, and leaned in, kissing
him as deeply as he had kissed her just moments before, telling him without
words she felt the same way, that she’d wait for him forever.

He
broke their kiss, gazed down at her for several moments, and then helped her
off his lap. But before she could protest he had the blanket spread out across
the back of the truck, and had her on her back seconds later, his big body over
hers.

Rory
had his gaze riveted to her chest, and she knew he could see how hard her
nipples were. Hell, they felt like they’d rip through the material. He rose
above her slightly, leaned back on his haunches, and that’s when she looked at
the crotch of his jeans and saw the huge bulge he sported.

“Does
it feel kind of dirty taking you in the back of my truck?” He asked the
question, but there was heat and desire in his voice.

“Yeah,
it does, but I kind of like that.” Lena was so turned on, and they hadn’t had
sex out in the middle of nowhere, with the trees surrounding them and the stars
above them. It seemed like the perfect night, the perfect place to do this
since he was leaving tomorrow.

“I
want to do so many dirty things to you, Lena.”

They’d
done just about everything, even before they’d had sex. “You can do whatever
you want to me, Rory. I want it all, as long as you’re the one giving it to
me.”

He
looked back at her face, and a low, almost animalistic sound left him. Lena
gazed down at his chest, and his abdomen, and lower still. Rory was built like
a tank. To say he was masculine was an understatement.

 
“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Rory. Right
here, right now.”

The
sound that came from him this time was so raw, so low, that she felt the
vibrations through her entire body.

“Baby,
you can’t say things like that to me.”

“I’m
so ready for you.”

Rory
pushed her thighs open even wider with his knee. The way he breathed, and the
force in which he was touching her, told her he was at his breaking point. But
Lena would be lying if she didn’t admit this didn’t get her so worked up she
felt like passing out.

He
positioned himself between her spread thighs, but her shorts and panties were
still on. If they were really going to do this all of the clothing was going to
have to be taken off—or torn off as she’d prefer right now. She shifted under
him as he stared at her chest, and lower still until he was looking at her
pussy, although all he was seeing was her shorts-covered slit. The seam of the shorts
was right in the middle, right where her cleft and clit were. When she moved
under him that seam rubbed along her erogenous zones, made her so damn anxious
for this she was about to beg him to take her.

Moving
his lower half closer to hers, Rory pressed his erection right on her pussy and
started grinding himself against her. A gasp of pleasure left her, and she
reached up and grabbed hold of his forearms that were braced on either side of
her.

Rory
thrust against her over and over again, pumped his hips forward and then
retreated like he was really fucking her, really shoving all those hard, thick
inches into her. She could have gotten off on this alone.

Biting
her lip as he continued to rub her clit, she felt the skin split as she bit
down a little too hard. But that pain helped her pleasure mount even higher.

Lena
was ready to have an orgasm from dry humping alone. He closed his eyes and hung
his head as he continued to dry fuck her, both of them making these noises of
ecstasy, but neither making a move to stop to get their clothing off. The music
still played in the background, low, and, making this situation feel a little
less real, if that even made sense.

“Fuck
me.” Lena knew what to say to make him lose all of his self-control, and she
was hoping that was the case right now. She rose up and braced her upper body
on her elbows to slant her mouth on his, swallowing his groans and making a
moan of her own. Bracing herself on only one elbow now, she reached up and
cupped the back of his head, spearing her hands in the short strands of his
hair. Lena adjusted her body so she could move her other hand between them,
undo his button, and push his zipper down.

“God,
Lena. Baby…” He broke away, moved back so he was now on his knees, and pushed
her hand away to push down his jeans and grab his cock from the confines of his
boxer briefs. She stared at the flesh that was revealed, the lower half of his
abdomen, the six-pack on display, and the tattoo of the detailed gun inked on
his side.

She
started undoing her own shorts as she watched him stroke his erection, her
mouth drying at the size of him. No matter how many times they’d done it every
time she saw Rory’s cock she got this thrill that he was huge down there.

When
the button and zipper were undone she lifted her ass and pushed her shorts and
panties down. Rory grabbed them mid-way down her thighs and pulled them the
rest of the way off.

“We
should use a condom this time, baby. We’ve been playing dangerously.”

She
knew that, and they should use one, but she’d just ended her period, was pretty
sure they were safe in that regard, and just wanted Rory. “Just be with me
without anything between us, Rory.”

He
made a deep sound in his throat again.

She
stared at his dick as he jerked himself off, and the fact he was doing this,
getting off while staring at her, made this entire situation more heated. He
was thick and long, with the crown round and wider than his shaft, and a drop
of pre-cum dotting the tip. She stared in wonder as that droplet of his
arousal, of his need for her, slowly slid down the underside of his cock before
dropping between her thighs.

“God,
Rory.” She breathed out a gust of air, not realizing she’d spoken out loud.

“Spread
your legs wider. Let me see your pink, wet pussy, baby.”

He
used his other hand to grip his balls while he continued to stroke his cock,
staring at her between her thighs. Lena spread her legs for him, felt her pussy
lips part as she widened herself for him. Her gaze was glued to his cock and
balls, and God, did he have big balls.

“I
am so turned on right now.” She hadn’t thought she could ever be more turned on
than she normally was with Rory, but right now, right here, Lena felt like she
could get off just from watching him masturbate. Maybe it was the fact he was
leaving tomorrow, and she wouldn’t be able to do this with Rory for a year?
Whatever it was she didn’t want it to end.

“You
keep looking at me like that, and saying dirty things to me, baby, and I might
come right on your pussy without even fucking you.” He placed his hand between
her thighs, and a moan left her at the feel of the heat that came from his
fingers, and the slight calluses from him doing manual labor. He was such a
hard worker, and it showed in his body. “You’re so wet for me, Lena, so ready
for my cock.” He started moving his finger up and down, right through her slick
folds, rubbing her clit on every upstroke, and gently pressing into her pussy
hole on the down strokes.

She
gripped onto the blanket on either side of her, and bit her lip, hard. “I’m
always this wet for you.”

“You
want my cock, baby?”

“Yeah,”
she said with a tight voice. For several seconds all he did was move those
fingers up and down her slit, faster and faster until she was moaning for more,
begging for his cock. Then when she was about to curse at him to shove his dick
inside of her already, to stop tormenting her with the teasing, Rory removed
his hand from her pussy and showed her the glistening digits. For a second she
tried to suck air into her lungs, and then he brought those fingers to his
mouth and sucked the cream off.

God,
he was so dirty, so fucking filthy, and she loved every minute of it. When his
fingers were licked clean Rory then leaned down and kissed her, speared his tongue
into her mouth, past her lips forcefully, and made her taste herself. Without
breaking the kiss he reached between them, placed the tip of his monstrous cock
at her entrance, and for a second just stayed there, not moving, not breathing.

The
night and shadows wrapped around them, and the sound of the music and water
lapping at the shore filled her head. He looked down at her, the darkness
shrouding part of his face, making his eyes seem so dark. While holding each
other’s gazes, he started to push his big cock into her. A gasp left her at the
feel of him. He was stretching her to the point there was pain, but that
discomfort soon spread and morphed into pleasure, ecstasy that moved through
her entire body and consumed her.

Sweat
beaded along his brow, slid down his temple, and she wanted to lean up and lick
it off. He made these low grunts as he started pushing into her and retreating.
Over and over he did this, his face a mask of strain and concentration, and his
eyes trained right on her. When he placed a hand on her hip, keeping her
stationed for his penetration, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back,
just absorbing it all.

Her
pussy squeezed at his cock, like the damn thing had a mind of its own.

He
groaned, slammed his hands on the truck beside of her head, the sound of his
flesh hitting the metal, even though the blanket blocked it, filled her head
and vibrated her body. “Don’t do that, baby, or I’ll come before I get you
off.”

She
reached up, wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, and pulled him
forward for a kiss. He groaned against her lips, and in one hard, quick thrust,
buried himself fully inside of her again. His balls slapped her ass, the root
of his cock rubbed her clit, and she clenched painfully, pleasurably, around
his cock.

Wrapping
her legs around his hips, digging her heels into his firm, muscular ass, she
urged him to move within her.

“Fuck—”

“Me…”
she panted. “Fuck me.”

His
chest rose and fell, and she slipped her hands under his t-shirt, ran her nails
over his hardness, and gasped when he jerked his hips forward. His chest was
smooth, hairless, and she ran her fingers over the ridges of his six-pack. He
closed his eyes and started moving in and out of her faster now, a little
harder. When he opened his eyes he stared at her for several long seconds, but
still thrust deep inside of her.

The
stretch and burn of having him in her, his cock large, stretching her every
time he penetrated her, had her head dizzy and stars moving through her vision.
Sweat started to line her temples as she held off, strained not to reach her
orgasm. She wanted it, but she wanted this to be prolonged.

Lena
reached down and started rubbing her clit back and forth, not needing the extra
stimulation but she did this as much for a little extra pleasure as she was for
Rory having some visual excitement.

“Fuck,
that’s hot, baby,” he said in a harsh voice.

His
breathing was guttural, and she felt it cover her face and neck, the humidity
from it making her hotter. The discomfort and pain of him being inside of her
waned, and the pleasure became dominant.

“Kiss
me, Rory. I’m so close.”

He
didn’t deny her. He slanted his mouth on hers, kissed her for several seconds,
but then broke away. Rory grabbed her hand, brought the finger that had been
rubbing her clit to his mouth, and licked the digit, sucking the wetness off.