Page 82 of The Worst Guy Ever
I press a finger to my lips, ordering him to be quiet, and he mimics zipping his mouth closed, locking it and throwing away the key.
Leading him to my room, my anxiety disappears, but I can’t think about what it means to have invited him of all people here, into my sanctuary from the world. I help him out of his hoodie and t-shirt, push my pyjama shorts to the floor, then lay back on the bed, pulling him down with me.
“Where’s Rob?” he whispers into my neck, and a repressed laugh rumbles from inside me.
“Is this a roleplay?”
“No, Rob junior. Pink Rob.”
I pull my head back so I can study his expression for some clue. “Are you having an aneurysm? What are you talking about?”
“Your vibrator.”
I cover my mouth to stop myself laughing even more. “You don’t really think I gave my vibrator your name, do you?”
“Oh,” he sits back on his knees and his shoulders slump. “I believed you.”
“Such a pretty little narcissist,” I tease, reaching out to stroke him through his jeans.
“Shut up.” He yanks my t-shirt up roughly and pinches one nipple with just the right amount of pressure to have me writhing under his touch. “I’m serious, where is it?”
“Why?”
“I’ve been dreaming of using it on you.”
I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this being the way things are with Rob. The way he always lets me know in these subtle, and not so subtle, ways how much he thinks about me when we’re apart.
“Bedside drawer,” I say, nodding towards it. He leans across me, his chest looming in close to my face. I breathe him in and get myself high on that deep male scent that never seems to leave my mind.
“Do you need some lube, or are you wet enough already?” he whispers.
“A little extra never hurts.”
He drizzles it on the end of the thick head, stashes the bottle and gets himself into position, kneeling at my feet. Need twists its way around my spine.
“Hold your legs apart for me, angel.”
I do as I’m told, gripping them from underneath and planting my feet wide.
Rob’s eyes flare at the display before him and he dips his head to watch closely as he circles my entrance with the toy. Having him inspect me this way is intense, exposing and filthy all at once.
My gasp is shaky when he slides it into me agonisingly slowly. He teases it in and out for a while and I try to stay silent, which only serves to make this even hotter somehow. When he turns the toy on, the suction part hits me exactly right and I moan loudly, gripping the sheets at my hips.
“Is that position good?”
“Sofuckinggood.”
“You’re supposed to be quiet, remember,” he says, heat in his eyes when he leans over me and covers my mouth with his free hand. I know he must be loving pushing me to the edge. “Don’t make me gag you.”
My eyes widen, and he catches it. “Oh, maybe you’d like that, huh?”
My thighs squirm around him and I nod from behind his palm.
“What else would you like, I wonder?” He leans closer to my ear, his voice a low growl. “Would you let me tie you up and take my time teasing you? Would you let me fuck you outside somewhere, or hitch your skirt up and finger you where anyone could see what a greedy girl you are? Would you let me spank you until your tight ass turns pink?”
I whimper my agreement.Yes. Yes. All of it.
“That doesn’t even scratch the surface of the things I’d do to you.”
