Page 78 of Rooster

"I'm going to embarrass the shit out of myself," he grunts.

"We can stop," I suggest, knowing he'll have to pry my hand out of his pants, and there's a very real possibility that I'll scratch his eyes out if he stops touching me.

"I don't think I can," he responds, pulling his face back so he can look me directly in the eyes. "Do you want to?"

I shake my head so fast it makes a smile tug up the corners of his mouth.

He watches me, his tongue licking his bottom lip when I groan with need.

"Just hold me," he begs when I sweep my hand down the length of him again. "Ah, God, you feel so good."

Just then, he slips a single finger through my slickness, not stopping until it's buried inside of me.

He holds me up when I go weightless.

"Already fluttering for me, baby."

"Yes," I whisper, my body teetering on that fine line that would leave me embarrassed also if it wasn't exactly what I needed.

"So fucking responsive," he says as he pulls that one finger back before pressing forward with two.

"Robert," I groan, my body clutching him like it's terrified he's going to step back and leave me aching for him.

His eyes are still on mine, and his confidence in what he's doing is the sexiest thing because he has no need to look down and watch to make sure he gets it right. It creates a level of intimacy I don't think I've ever had, and there's something insanely erotic about it that my body just can't handle.

"You're going to make me come," I manage, my knees weaker than ever.

"I know," he whispers, his tone just as breathy as mine. "It's mine. Give it to me."

When his thumb joins the party, I can't help but give him what he's asking for.

I literally whimper as my body convulses, and my orgasm doubles in strength when I feel his cock jerk in my hand. I'm panting, looking down at the front of his sweats as a wet spot forms on the fabric.

"Did you—"

"Embarrass myself?Yeah."

I shake my head, both disagreeing and trying to clear it from the intensity of my orgasms.

"That's so hot."

"Yeah?"

I dip my head, watching with my mouth hanging open as he pulls his hand from my body, not hesitating a second before lifting his wet fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.

"Mmm. Delicious."

I tremble again, the sound settling inside of me as he leans in and presses his lips to mine. It's a bold move, an assumption on his part, but I love it. I sweep my tongue along his, feeling completely taken care of when he tightens both arms around me and holds me close.

I swear the man hasn't softened at all as he grinds his hips against me.

"How about we—"

"Yes," I agree instantly.

"Grab a shower and eat while watching a movie?"

He throws his head back, laughing at me when he watches my face fall because that's not what I thought he was going to suggest.

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