Page 49 of This Changes Everything

“Rory, I—”

I couldn’t finish the sentence. Rory kissed me like his life depended on it. His tongue fought against mine, and we were instantly moaning into each other’s mouths, frantically gripping each other’s faces, pulling on each other’s bodies. He climbed on top of me, pressing his weight into me, and dropped down the reclining passenger seat. His fingers dug into my hair as he tasted me, devoured me, before he bit into me. I lifted my hands up his sides, feeling every contour, and pulled his shirt off. I pressed my hands down his toned chest and abs, and was shocked at the body I found. He kept his mouth on me until he pulled off my shirt. Rory slipped my bra straps down and was kissing my neck, my shoulder, my chest, until my bra was off entirely. He lifted one of my hands next to my head, our fingers locked in place, crushing each other. His other hand squeezed my rib cage, and suddenly, my breast was in his mouth, and he sucked on me, hard.

“Oh god,” I gasped.

Holy shit. What the fuck. Holy shit. What the fuck. This can’t be happening. Is this really happening? What is happening?

My brain somehow both went into overdrive and completely bottomed out. Rory lifted his head to look back up at me. He let go of me and placed his palms over his eyes for a brief moment, appearing to be in as much disbelief as I was.

“Fuck. I can’t think.” He was out of breath, and his eyes branded me. “Take your pants off.” Instead of waiting for me to do it, he pulled them down himself. He placed his hand over my lacy white underwear and gently grazed his fingers between my legs, then tugged off my underwear in one quick movement, practically ripping them off me.

Rory parted my legs with his body, looking down at me. “You’re so beautiful.” He hovered over me before he let his mouth roam, sliding down my body. I squirmed up the passenger seat so my head fell over the headrest toward the back seat. His strong hands grabbed onto my hips, and he pulled me back down again, bringing his mouth between my legs.

“Rory . . .” I tried to control my heavy exhales, but I was becoming erratic. Feeling and hearing Rory Campbell take what he wanted from me made me borderline feral. I was going to come. I was going to fucking come. With. Rory.

He pressed his fingers into me and pulled me from the inside out with his mouth still on me. I lurched forward involuntarily, but he pushed me back and held me down. I could feel myself start to tense, then shake, and every part of me drew into the center of my chest.

“Oh my god, Rory. I’m . . . Rory . . .” I was gasping.

“Do it, Ellie. Come for me,” he demanded, with his mouth and hands forever ruining me.

It was like a bomb detonated inside my body at his command. No one had ever talked to me like that before. No one had ever wanted me so desperately before. And. It. Was. Rory!

I let go. Everything inside me released in rolling, shuddering waves, and my guttural moans only left him hungrier. Once I finally stopped trembling, I lifted Rory’s head to bring his face back up to mine, and he kissed me. Our tongues demolished each other through groans and sighs, and our bodies pushed into one another to the point where I couldn’t tell us apart.

“Holy shit. This is chaos. I want everything. I want all of you. I want fucking all of you.”

“Rory, stop talking and take your pants off,” I said, as if I were having a fever dream.

“Is this real? Are we really having sex?” he asked, somehow still shocked that I was peeling his pants and underwear off.

“Yes, we are absolutely having sex,” I answered without thinking. When I finally took him all in, I had to steady myself. Rory Campbell had always been gorgeous, but I wasn’t prepared. His kissing and sucking became more frenzied once I finally had him in my hands.

I could feel his teeth against me, biting me. I knew he was marking me up and staking claim like we were a couple of wild teenagers, and I didn’t care. I wanted the whole world to know that I was his.

“I want you in my mouth.”

“Jesus,” he breathed. “I won’t last.”

“Let’s try. Climb up me.”

“I mean it, Ellie. It will take five fucking seconds, and then we’ll have to stop.”

“Rory . . .” I bit his bottom lip, still stroking him. “Right now.”

His hooded eyes glazed over. “Jesus fuck. Okay. Yes.” He crawled his naked body up mine as I scooted down the reclining seat. He grabbed hold of the roof with one hand and gripped the top of the back seat with the other, pinning me beneath him. I had never in my life felt so wild and reckless and carnal. It was either me losing all sense of myself when I was with Rory or becoming exactly who I was always meant to be.

“Oh my god.” He grunted every time his body twitched or his hips thrust forward. I couldn’t believe what was happening, who I was holding in my hands, in my mouth, who was hovering over me. I was somehow in the moment and out of it at the exact same time. I gripped him harder and let him take my mouth in a way I had never done before. “Fuck . . . Ellie. I’ve got to stop. We need to stop.” Rory was shaking as he fell back down my body. “I need to be inside you. I want to come inside you.”

My raging heart expanded, pressing into my lungs until I was short of breath. “Do you have any condoms?”

He turned and opened his glove compartment, emptying it, and furiously searched through his belongings. “No, like a goddamn idiot I do not.” Finally, we slowed, and our mania stilled.

Rory turned back to me, and we wrapped our bodies around each other. Our kissing turned tender, passionate, and all-encompassing. He traced my jawline with his finger as his tongue rolled over mine. I took gentle fistfuls of his hair. Eventually we looked into each other’s eyes, and I quietly said, “I’m on birth control . . .”

His eyes went black. “I’ve never had sex without a condom.”

“Neither have I,” I admitted. Our hearts were thrashing against each other, but our stillness remained as we silently decided to be with one another. “Only you.”