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Oh. My. God.
“You like that, Cooper?” Robbie asks, his voice low.
“I–Er–Uh–Ahh–” I stutter, my squirming body beneath Robbie acting as a better response than any words I’m capable of saying right now. My skirt has ridden so far up on my hips, but I don’t have it in me to pull it back down. In fact, I don’t think that I’d even want to if I could.
Robbie bites his lower lip as he watches me, a predatory look flashing through his eyes that should probably terrify me, but just excites me more. Slowly, he slides his knee down to join his other one, and I find myself frustrated at the loss of pressure. Then he raises up just slightly on his elbows, and it feels like fire laces through me when his gaze snaps to meet mine. Several seconds go by as he looks down on me, never once breaking my eye contact, before, without any warning, he pushes forward, grinding the hard length of himself against my center. I automatically throw my head back, letting out a strangled moan. Robbie lets out a groan of his own, pulling away before thrusting back into me, only the rough denim of his Levi’s and my thin cotton underwear separating our most intimate parts from one another.
“What aboutthat, Cooper?” Robbie rasps. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I choke.
He presses into me again, harder this time, and the place between my thighs throbs so hard that my vision blurs.
“Wow, I never thought I’d see the day,” Robbie grins, continuing his languid movements. “Sara Cooper admitted it. She likes me.”
“Hey, I said I likethis,” I clarify, my fingers digging into Robbie’s biceps as I motion my head towards the space between us. “Not that I likeyou.”
Robbie’s motions come to a stop, and I have to refrain with everything in me from whining at the loss of sensation. “That so?” Robbie asks.
“Mhmm,” I nod.
Robbie raises one brow, leaning down close so that his lips brush against mine as he asks his next question. “So then I guess that means,” he whispers, then reaches down between us with one hand, and, starting at my knee, slowly trails his fingers up my inner thigh, “that if I keep going, I wouldn’t find your little white panties soaking wet right now?”
My throat constricts, my cheeks heating at the realization that Robbie has already caught a glimpse of my underwear tonight and my heart pounding in anticipation of what’s still to come. “I don’t know,” I say, trying my best to keep my voice neutral. “I guess there’s only one way to find out for sure.”
Robbie’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. “May I?” he asks, grazing an inch higher on my inner thigh.
I nod, my chest heavy with my next breath.
“I need the words, Cooper,” Robbie grunts, the tips of his fingers tracing a line on my skin just to the side of my underwear.
“Touch me, Robbie,” I practically beg. “Please.”
It feels like we take one large inhale of breath together, our eyes frantically darting between each other’s, before Robbie’s hand shifts painfully slowly to the side. I can feel his hand hovering just millimeters away from where I need it, heat pulsing between us. Then, after an excruciating beat of silence, two of his long fingers press against me, running so very slowly from the bottom to the top of my slit. The rub of my underwear against my most sensitive flesh feels like fire and ice colliding, an answering gush a wetness rushing out of me as a result.
“Oh my God,” I moan at the exact same moment Robbie groans, “Jesus Christ.”
Robbie’s fingers slide back down, then repeat the same journey upwards, adding in a circular motion around a particular bundle of nerves when he reaches the top this time, making me cry out and automatically throw my thighs open further.
Robbie blows out a deep breath, and it looks like he’s on the verge of coming undone. He slides down some and sits up so that his knees are now supporting him rather than his elbow, then reaches for the bottom hem of my skirt. “Can I see?” he asks. The note of pleading in his voice washes away any last shred of embarrassment or apprehension I might have had.
“Yes,” I breathe.
Robbie shakes his head and licks his lips before slowly leaning down and using one hand to gently push my thigh open while using the other to peel my skirt back the mere inches it requires for my panty covered sex to be fully on display.
“Holy fuck,” Robbie mutters, dropping his head. I feel his breath fan across my exposed inner thighs, making me shudder. Before I have time to recover, Robbie’s reaching up and brushing his thumb over the damp fabric, increasing the pressure as he swipes it back and forth and making me feel like I could go into cardiac arrest at any moment. When he suddenly presses hard and twists upwards against my mound, it feels like an explosion of fireworks goes off in my lower belly.
“You’re absolutelydrenched, Cooper,” Robbie chokes out over the sounds of my moans. “Is this all for me?”
“Maybe I like you a little bit after all,” I pant, unable to keep up the charade any longer.
“Yeah,” Robbie nods, eyes glued to the triangle of my panties. “I think the feeling is mutual.” He pauses, pulling back one hand to adjust himself in his jeans.
As he returns his full attention to me, he asks, “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I reassure him. “Don’t stop.”
Without stopping the languid strokes of his hand against me, Robbie leans forward so he’s over top of me again. “Cooper?”
