Page 60 of The Worst Guy Ever
Thisisadisaster.She’s built it up as much as I have. We agreed to one night after months of tension where we dropped hints, teased each other, and set high expectations of what we’d get from a night in bed together. Now it’s finally here, I want to take my time, but her nerves are sending mine through the roof.
To be honest, I was hoping we’d close the door behind us and she’d go into full horny Hattie mode and get my dick out before we’d even taken our shoes off. Now it turns out she won’t even kiss me, and she’s freaking out when I touch her. I don’t know how to handle this, and the only thing I can think of is to get back to basics. She’s having a stressful time at work, I’ve destroyed my brain anticipating this all week, we need a moment to pause and clear the day away.
With her hand in mine, I lead her through to the bathroom and turn on the shower. It’s a huge open one behind a glass panel with two separate shower heads. A shower made for lovers. It is the honeymoon suite, after all. I get a flash vision of all the people who must have fucked in here, and it makes my dick twitch.
“What are you doing?” Hattie asks.
“Let’s take a shower.”
“Together?”
“Yep.” I begin to unbutton my shirt and try not to smile too much at the look on her face as she watches me slowly reveal more skin.
“Come on then,” she says, forcing herself to sound bored. “Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”
“You’ve seen my dick before,” I let it fall to the floor and move onto my jeans, loosening my belt buckle and undoing my zipper. “Don’t tell me you haven’t studied that photo in great detail.”
Her cheeks redden. “Yeah, but I haven’t seen you in the flesh, so to speak.”
My eyes never leave her face as I push my jeans and my boxers down together, and pull my socks off as I step out of everything. Standing with my hands on my hips, my cock hangs thick and heavy. I kept my promise when I told her I wouldn’t come until tonight, and the evidence is right there, absolutely raring to go.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Hattie groans, tipping her head back to stare at the ceiling. “Well, that explains the ego.”
She needs this. She needs me to be vulnerable first, and boy do I feel it standing here in front of her, ready for her appraisal. I wait for her to make a move, but she’s rooted to the spot while her eyes roam all over me. The room fills with steam, and still she doesn’t move.
Was this a bad idea? Is it too much pressure on us both? Something inside me rips apart and suddenly I can’t bear it any more. She has all the power, and I half expect her to laugh, or leave, or give me hell about something. The thought that she might change her mind about all of this is terrifying. I need her naked, now, more than anything in my life.
“Can I undress you?” I ask, taking two cautious steps towards where she’s backed herself up against the sink counter.
“Yes, please,” she whispers and closes her eyes, standing straight, so close to me.
This high-necked top she’s wearing is gorgeous, fitted tight to her curves, and I’ve wanted to get her out of it since the moment she got into my car. I slip my hands into the waistband of her skirt to tug it up but it’s stuck on something. I pull harder and she smirks.
“Are you pranking me? Why isn’t this coming off?”
“It’s a bodysuit, you idiot.”
“Get it off.”
“I am!” she laughs, reaching down inside the front of her skirt to release the fastening. “Hold on.”
When Hattie laughs, when she forgets to hold herself back and really goes for it, it’s the purest sound on earth, but I can’t think about it for long because soon she’s dragging her top up and over her shoulders.
Finding her naked underneath has me grunting like a caveman. When I undo the zip at the back of her skirt and let it slip off her hips, I have even less control of myself. She steps out of it and kicks it to one side, leaving her in a scrap of lacy underwear with double straps I immediately wrap around my fingers.
“I love this,” I snap the straps on one side against her skin and she gasps. “You and I are gonna have a lot of fun tonight.”
Pushing my fingers through her hair, I tug her head back to pepper her face with soft kisses. She’s putty in my hands when I cup her ribcage, my thumbs stroking up and down her sides, sweeping over the curve of her perfect tits. My mouth is so close to hers, and I dart my tongue out to taste the corner of her lips.
“I told you, don’t kiss me,” she says firmly, twisting her head away from me. I move my mouth to her neck and kiss her there instead, caressing her throat with my tongue.
“Please?” I push her hair back from her forehead and look her right in the eyes, desperately hoping she’ll give in to me. How can she be standing here almost naked with me and not want to kiss? It’s all I’ve thought about for months. I want to feel her tongue in my mouth so much it hurts. “Let me show you what you’re missing.”
“Rob, I mean it. You can kiss anywhere but my mouth. Don’t push it.” She covers her lips with her hand and I push my luck and plant a quick kiss on the back of it instead.
“You’re the boss.” I drop to my knees, dragging her underwear down with me. I don’t need to be told twice, and frankly I’m amazed this wasn’t the first thing I did when I got her alone tonight. “You know I haven’t been able to stop thinking about kneeling in front of you since we were last here?”
My eyes on her face, I run my knuckles up the inside of her leg, teasing slowly towards her apex until she sways backwards. She catches herself on the edge of the counter, and her thighs part slightly, exposing her, all pink and slick beneath that dark strip of hair. It’s the best fucking view. I’m starving for her, but I plan on taking my time. Every part of me wants to take her right here, but getting Hattie to beg for me has become my biggest fantasy. I’m not blowing this.
