Page 92 of The Worst Guy Ever
“If anyone’s going to fuck you until you can’t walk it’s me. Do you understand me?” I lean over her, my chest against her back, and growl into her ear. She nods, tilting her head to open her neck up to me. I take the fleshy slope of her shoulder between my teeth, tease my dick against her, and inch my way home.
“Say it, Hattie.”
“If anyone’s going to fuck me until I can’t walk it’s you,” she says, her voice full of need as she pushes back against me.
“That’s right, angel.” One steady push and I’m all the way in, hot skin meeting hot skin. Hattie groans as I fill her up, her fingers digging into the plush carpet.
“It’s you. It’s you. It’s you,” she says, wracked confessions in time with the breath that leaves her with each of my thrusts. She gives as good as she gets, slamming back into me, her back arching as one hand snakes between her legs to bring herself along. I feel the exact moment her fingers find her clit from the way she tightens around me, and I’m tempted to drag her upstairs and fuck like this in front of my mirror. I want to see it all, and I wantherto see how I’m the one who makes her body feel this good. This alive. This free.
Desperate, and aching on the edge, I need to come, and I need to see her. It’s been days since I saw that beautiful face so lost in pleasure. Pulling out, I flip her to her back and lose my mind when I notice the earrings I gave her. The sight of her wearing those and nothing else tugs at something deep inside me. It cools my burning desire, and I still, the weight of me buried between her thighs.
“We’re so good together,” I drop my forehead to her sternum and breathe into her chest. I can’t look her in the eye, but she has to know how much this means to me.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she chokes out a laugh. “This is toxic as fuck.”
“What are you so afraid of?”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“No, but you’re afraid of what this could be. So you push me away, and don’t let me get close. Hurt me before I hurt you. That’s the strategy, right?”
She tips her head back and lets out a frustrated grunt. “Can you just fuck me already? I was so close.”
“I don’t think I can.” I press up onto my hands, balancing either side of her shoulders, but I still can’t bring myself to end this, not fully.
“Why not?”
“Because it’s starting to hurt. To be with you and do these things and know that every time I’m getting closer to you, you’re getting further away. Fuck, Hattie. I’m sorry. I don’t want to keep doing this. Not like this.”
“Get off me then, nobody is forcing you to be here.”
“That’s not what I mean, I obviously want to keep doing this,” I flex inside her, forcing a moan from her throat. “I just don’t want to do this with anyone else.”
“What are you on about?”
“I told you Hattie. I want you. Only you.” She stiffens underneath me, her brow knotting together, as her expression races from bliss to confusion to white hot anger.
“I thought you were saying all that shit because you were drunk. I’m not doing this. Get off me.”
I pull out and roll to her side, emotions twisting in my chest as she springs to her feet.
“This is just sex for me,” she says, scrambling to gather her clothes.
“You’re lying to yourself, and you know it.” I press the heels of my palms into my eyelids. “Why can’t you admit we have something here?”
“You know why, Rob. All my life I’ve watched men leave my mum. My best friend’s relationship was couple goals and then he cheated on her and left after twelve years.”
“Kara’s happier than ever now.” It’s a pointless offering. One positive relationship isn’t going to undo a life living under the weight of negative ones, just like my best friend’s new relationship doesn’t change the fact that I had to watch him lose his wife.
All this time I’ve blamed my father for my shitty attitude to relationships. I hadn’t realised until recently how much Heather’s death had messed me up too. That nugget of insight shifted everything for me.
I have to tell her. It has to be now.
“I lied to you,” I say from my spot on the floor. If she kicks me in the dick now, I wouldn’t blame her.
“About what?”
“The blow job. Last night. I didn’t have a date.”
