Cry Little Sister Ch. 01

Are you really doing this? Jill stared at her scarred reflection in the mirror, debating.

He's already in your room. Isn't it a little late to doubt yourself?

She ran some cold water in the sink and splashed some on her face in an attempt to calm her nerves.

In for a penny ... Jill thought with a sigh before squaring her shoulders and exiting the bathroom.

She couldn't help but giggle when she spotted Rory lying on her king size bed, one arm thrown over his head, flipping through the channels on the TV. He looked perfectly relaxed, without a trace of the awkwardness that Jill was feeling.

"Everything alright, beautiful?" Rory asked with a smile as he shut the TV off and the room's light dimmed slightly.

Jill nodded, still grinning at the sight of the handsome man lounging in her hotel bed as if it were his. "By all means, make yourself at home," she chuckled.

"Come here," he commanded throatily when Jill made no move towards him. She nodded again silently; it felt like even her ears were blushing as she approached the bed.

"So you're a military woman, eh?" he said as he sat up to take her hand in his and pull her onto the bed.

Jill toppled over and found herself flat on her back. She would be staring at the ceiling if Rory's gorgeous face weren't blocking it as he lay next to her. "How could you tell?" she asked nervously.

"The sea bag," he replied with a nod to the corner. "How you carry yourself ... the scars." Jill blushed again as she closed her eyes to avoid his stare, unable to help herself. His touch was feather soft on her face, tracing each of the relatively new marks on her visage. It was oddly intimate. "Don't worry, beautiful, it just makes you sexier. There's just something about a woman in uniform."

She opened her eyes and was going to respond but before she could utter a syllable, Rory had gently captured her lips with his again. He ran his tongue against her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to him. Jill moaned into him, that same fire as before burning low in her stomach as their tongues touched and danced together.

Rory snaked his hand underneath her pajama top and she jumped a little as the heat of his hands transferred to her skin. He abandoned Jill's lips for her neck and shoulders again, his fingers tracing patterns on her stomach. She could feel her veins pulsing against his lips, her blood surging with a combination of nerves and lust.

"Relax, beautiful," Rory whispered, his tongue flicking out every so often as he took an earlobe between his lips, eliciting a moan from Jill.

"I'm sorry, it's just ... I don't usually do this," she confessed as Rory found the bottom button to her top and flicked it open with one deft movement. Jill moaned again as he spread his hand over her stomach, still working wonders with his lips against her throat. She couldn't help but thread her fingers through his thick hair.

"You don't have to," he murmured into her shoulder as he found another button on her top and freed it. "If you don't want to."

Jill stifled a laugh at the stark contrast between his words and his actions as Rory unfastened the last two buttons that held her top together. The laugh quickly turned into a groan as he laved her neck with his tongue. "I want to," she breathed as he slowly opened her top. His face positively glowed as he took in her naked torso.

"Jesus, you're sexy," Rory whispered as he ran one hand up her stomach to cup a breast. Jill arched into him as his lips found her nipple and swirled his tongue around the taut tip. He was setting her on fire from the inside out. Jill knew her panties would be soaked, if she were wearing any.

Suddenly desperate for skin-on-skin contact, Jill grasped and clawed at Rory's T-shirt until he abandoned her chest long enough for her to remove his shirt. He shifted his body so that he was hovering directly over her, their skin finally touching. They both sighed at the contact.

Rory's tongue delved into her mouth again, positively devouring her. Jill contented herself with splaying her hands across his broad shoulders as their tongues danced. It felt like she was throbbing from between her thighs, desperate for attention. That's when she felt a different, insistent throb on her hip and she broke their kiss to gasp.

He chuckled as he shifted his body just so, meeting Jill's eyes as he placed himself right over her moist core before letting his weight settle on her slightly. Rory throbbed again, eliciting another gasp from Jill. The gasp turned into a moan as he pushed against her center.

Dear God, she wanted him. Coherent thought was getting more and more difficult.

Rory thrust against her gently again, muffling her noises of pleasure with his lips and tongue as he kissed her more forcefully. He was teasing her, making Jill positively ache for the feel of him inside of her.

And then abruptly, all of his delicious weight was pulled off of her. Rory shifted his body so that he was lying next to Jill again, his fingertips tracing light patters over her stomach and breasts.

"W-w-why did you stop?" she couldn't help but gasp out. He was driving her insane.

"Don't you think this will be a bit easier with a few less clothes?" Rory replied with the same wicked smile as before.

Before Jill could respond, he was off the bed in a flash and hooking his thumbs in the elastic of her pajama pants and almost roughly pulling them down and discarding them.

"No panties and no bra?" he asked. "Do you have something against underwear?"

"While sleeping, yes," Jill replied almost defensively.

Rory snorted a little with laughter and shook his head. "I'm getting to know more and more about you with every passing minute, stranger."

Jill couldn't help but try to cover herself a little as he continued to stand over her, just staring. Rory lay next to her again and suddenly her wrists were being held by one of his large hands over her head, his grip strong.

"Don't you dare," he growled. "I want to see all of you."

Her wrists still captured on the bed, she could do nothing to stop Rory's other hand from moving up and down her body. Not that she wanted him to. His fingers lingered on her scars. Jill couldn't help but blush.

"Dear God, do you know how fucking beautiful you are?" Rory muttered hoarsely. His voice seemed to have dropped an octave from just a minute ago. Jill watched as his focus zoomed on the largest scar, a long gash underneath her right arm. She almost immediately tensed; any touch to the area had always been painful. On bad days, even wearing a shirt with sleeves could make her cry.

But she was helpless to stop him. Rory dipped his head and planted one gentle kiss, then two more, on the jagged scar. Jill let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. Somehow, he hadn't hurt her.

"You're stunning," Rory said simply before leaning in to kiss her. On the surface, the kiss was gentle, tender. But Jill could sense the deep restraint behind it. He was being driven just as crazy as she was. Jill tugged against his hold on her wrists, desperate to touch him on her own terms. Rory's hold stayed firm. "Oh no you don't, beautiful. Right now you're mine." His words sent a ripple of pleasure up and down her spine.

With his free hand, he explored Jill's body inch by inch, up and down her arms, her sides. He cupped her breasts while leaning his head down to press the flat of his tongue to one nipple. He flicked it and swirled his tongue around one hard pearl, then the other. His mouth otherwise occupied, his hand started making its way down her stomach ever so slowly. Jill squirmed beneath him, occasionally testing her luck by pushing against Rory's hold on her wrists. His grip didn't budge.

"Nuh-uh-uh," he tutted, Rory's eyes meeting hers as he smiled. "Behave, stranger." Jill whimpered and squirmed beneath his gaze.

"Please let me touch you," she pleaded breathlessly.

"Not yet," he replied again with a smile. "Now be a good girl and don't move those hands, or I'll make you regret it."

Rory's grip on her wrists slackened. Jill had to consciously keep her hands still, desperate to splay her hands on his shoulders and explore the hard planes of his muscles. But she didn't move. She held her breath without realizing it.

"Good girl," Rory breathed. In a flash he was off the bed and kneeling at the foot of it. In another second his hands were on Jill's hips, tugging her bottom to nearly the edge of the mattress.

"W-w-what are you doing?" she stammered in surprise.

His responding smile was nothing but wickedness. "Don't move those hands," he reminded her one last time.

Before she had a chance to feel self-conscious, his hands were parting her thighs and his mouth was on her. Jill cried out in shock as his tongue lapped at her, dipping into her for a moment before coming back up to swirl it around her most sensitive nub. "Oh God," she cried, all the fire that had been coursing through her body moving in and concentrating in her lower stomach. "OhGodohGodohGod," Jill whined again and again.

And then Rory slipped a finger into her, curving up to stroke her just right as his tongue continued its work. "Oh God, Rory, I'm going to ..." she panted. "Oh God, I'm coming!" Jill screamed as the fire in her stomach exploded, the orgasm racking her body. Wave after wave crashed over her as Rory refused to let up, his tongue still insistent on her and his finger still working steadily within her. She could feel herself pulsing around his finger in time with the waves of release coursing through her. Without thinking, she thread her fingers through his thick hair, trying to pull him away, silently begging him to stop and let her come down.

He slowed and stopped, planting one last, light kiss on her before slipping his finger out and moving upright to catch Jill's eye. "I had no idea you were so religious, beautiful," he said hoarsely, a self-satisfied smile on his face.

Jill laughed and placed a hand over her face, suddenly self-conscious again. "Oh my God," she nearly whispered. She registered the sound of a zipper and peeked from behind her fingers to watch as Rory undid his pants and stepped out of them. His boxer-briefs soon followed. "Oh my God," she repeated, her tone completely different. He was hard, and huge. How was she going to fit all of that inside of her?

His eyes positively bored into hers, the warm chocolate brown of them nearly engulfed by the dark black of his pupils. "You moved your hands," he said almost threateningly.

Jill's eyes widened. She felt genuinely scared for the first time since she had splashed that water on her face. Surely that had been a game, a tease, not a direct threat?

Rory must have read the fear behind her eyes because his face softened a bit. "Relax, beautiful, I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered before pulling her upright and into his arms. Jill sighed in relief as his fingers found her hair, gently running his hands through her locks. And then he fisted his hands into her hair and tugged her head back to look at him. "But I am still going to make you pay," he said with a wicked grin.

And then his lips were slanted over hers and he was kissing her. Jill could taste herself on him but couldn't bring herself to care. There was too much urgency, too much need, too much built up passion behind his kiss. The fire in her blood was back, twice as strong as before. And still Rory devoured her, in no apparent rush for what Jill was so longing for.

She could feel him growl as he tilted her head with his hold on her hair and took the kiss even deeper, their tongues a blurry mess. Suddenly he broke the kiss and stood up. Before Jill could protest, he slipped his hands into her underarms and easily tossed her further back on the bed than she had been.

And he was on top of her again, his thighs nudging hers apart until Jill could feel Rory's swollen head rested against her slit. He slipped a hand between them, rubbing himself on her, jolts of electricity shocking her every time he hit that one sensitive nub.

"Beg," Rory demanded, his eyes boring into her.

"What?" Jill whispered. He cut off the rest of her question with another harsh kiss, his tongue unrelenting against hers. She squirmed as he continued to rub against her, barely slipping the head in before pulling out. Her mouth was too occupied for the moan to make a sound, but Jill was sure that Rory could feel the vibrations in her chest.

"You heard me," he growled, breaking the kiss. "Beg. Tell me that you want this."

Jill's eyes widened as he stared at her intently. There was no question, he was going to drive her insane until she pleaded for him to fuck her, begged to feel all of him. She was just proud, too proud.

At least she thought she was until he slipped a finger into her again, curling it up to hit that spot. "Oh God, Rory, please, I need you inside of me," she whined.

"I already am," he teased, a spark of mischief in his eyes.

"Fuck me, please!" Jill's plea turned into a moan as he slid into her slowly, filling her up inch by inch. Rory held himself inside for a minute, letting her adjust to his generous girth. "Oh my God," she whispered. Their eyes met and they just stared at each other, awed.

"Holy shit, beautiful," he murmured back.

Despite Jill's reservations, they fit perfectly. There was nothing in the world to her in that moment other than Rory's eyes boring into her as his hips started to move. Jill's gasp caught in her throat. She just couldn't pull her eyes from his. Neither could he.

Rory pulled out completely before burying himself into her again, and again, and again. Jill lifted her hips to meet his and barely recognized that he was hitting that spot just right again, stoking the fire that continued to burn low in her stomach. Something in the way he angled into her brushed her just right. Jill gasped again as another orgasm approached.

She still couldn't take her eyes off of his. They were both breathing hard, their chests rising and falling almost in time with each other. He continued to push into her, their gazes locked. It was as if he wanted to see every little reaction, every hint of pleasure that he gave her.

There really was nothing else in the world but the two of them.

Jill's breathing grew shallow as his pace increased, closing her eyes as he brought her closer and closer to release.

"Don't," he all but groaned. "I want to watch you come this time."

Jill's eyes opened again in surprise, but refused to look away from him again. His thrusts came faster, still just as deep, just as intense. Rory snaked his hand in between them and stroked her where their bodies met.

"Oh God," Jill whispered. "OhGodohGodohGod!" she chanted again. And then she came undone once more, every nerve in her body pulsing with electricity and release. She could feel herself squeezing Rory from the inside over and over as the waves crashed again through her consciousness.

Seconds, eons later he kissed her with a growl, his thrusts becoming erratic and harder. And then he came inside of her, groaning and throbbing as he emptied everything he had into Jill.

Rory stayed over her, kissing her, pulling back every so often to look into her eyes before angling his lips back down for more contact with hers. They lay that way for a few minutes until their breathing was back to normal and Rory was soft enough to easily slip out of her. He rolled over and pulled Jill into his arms, spooning her. They lay that way, comfortably silent and satisfied, until they both drifted off to sleep.