Page 73 of The Worst Guy Ever
She obeys, and I line myself against the spot where she’s slick and ready. I know she’ll never let me kiss her, but with one hand on her jaw I hold her still, my mouth hovering, ready to feast on the cry she can’t contain when I finally get inside her. My other hand holds her thigh to the stair and I slide straight home in one deep thrust.
“Oh God, Rob.Fuck!” She moans like she’s needed this as much as I have and I breathe her in. It’s only been a week since our night at the hotel and I’ve missed this, missed her, so damn much. Her legs wrap around me again and I thrust deeper, lifting her a step higher. I bury my face into her neck, shoving my hands into her hair while she claws at my t-shirt, balling it into her fists.
Hattie Buchanan. This temptress, this witch, making me break the rules because I can’t get enough of her skin. She feels so damn good wrapped around me. I know I won’t last long, and I don’t care.
I let myself go, hips pistoning in and out of her, the stairwell filled with the sound of her skin on mine, heavy breathing, and guttural moans. She clenches around me, and I thrust deep and hold myself there, groaning open-mouthed against her cheek as I fill the condom between us. I know she’s close but I can’t hold on, I’ll make it up to her in other ways.
I pull out and hoist her up another step, lifting her to my mouth and clamping around that slippery pearl, tongue sweeping in firm circles. My eyes stay on her face but when hers lock with mine she squeezes them shut. She looks incredible and unleashed, stomach tightening, hips rolling, right on the edge of her bliss, but it pisses me off that she can’t even look at me. I suck hard, then harder again, refusing to let up until she cries out, hands tugging at my hair, thighs pressed tight around my head.
We ride her orgasm out together, her legs over my shoulders, my hands stroking them up and down until her moans turn to whimpers and she pulls away.
Pushing off the stairs, I leave her there while I deal with the condom and get my clothes back in order. I’m not proud of myself for being so fast and out of control, but that’s the effect she has on me.
“You’re the worst guyever,” she huffs out, her breath still coming in shallow pants as she follows me into the kitchen. “I hate you.”
Great, back to this are we?
“Hate fucking isn’t my style, Hattie. We’re not doing this again.”
“Oh, but we are,” she shakes her head and laughs.
“What are you talking about?”
“Look, I’ll be honest with you,” she says, pulling her coat back around her and taking a seat at the table. I run a glass of water and set it down in front of her. “I want to make a deal with you. I’m up for a promotion at work, and it’s a lot of pressure. A friends-with-benefits situation would save me a lot of time. It’s such a waste of time swiping for hookups, and I had one that was a bit dodgy, but a girl has needs so whenever I need a fix, you’re gonna help me.”
This is a terrible idea. Dangerous. Potentially catastrophic. And I’m grinning like a Cheshire cat.
I don’t know how many people Hattie’s slept with. It’s none of my business, but knowing that I’m the one she’d break her rules for too? That’s a sense of pride I feel from my head to my toes. I can’t deny I like the sound of it. She’s a fireball in bed, and guaranteed sex without having to jump through hoops getting to know someone first would save a lot of time.
Standing over her, I lift her chin with two fingers and force her to look at me. “What I’m hearing is you saying we’re friends.”
“Gross,” she says, jerking her face away from my touch. “We can call it enemies with benefits if you’d prefer.”Now that’s a kind of hatefucking I could get on board with.
“Wait, go back. What do you mean you had one that was dodgy?”
“Forget it.”
“Who hurt you?” The thought of someone laying an unwelcome finger on her is a punch in the gut.
“It was nothing like that.”
I crouch down in front of her, one hand gently resting on her knee. “You can tell me.”
“I bumped into a guy I’d slept with and he was with his wife and brand new baby. Timing seems like he must have cheated on her with me.”
Fucking men.We really are the worst. There’s no shame in having multiple partners, but cheating is one thing I’d never do. I always ask if women are attached before things go too far.
“You know that’s not your fault though, right?”
“I know.” She knots her belt a little tighter. “It just fucked with my head a bit. I’m getting older, the pool of decent guys is only going to get smaller.”
“And friends with benefits is your solution?”
“Don’t try to talk me out of it. I’ve given it a lot of thought, we’re doing this.”
“I don’t get a say in the matter?” I tease, though my head was on board with her plan five minutes ago, my dick long before that. “Sounds a bit morally grey. I thought you girls only liked that stuff in books.”
Her shoulders slump forward and she sighs heavily. I can see now how hard this is for her, to come here and ask for what she wants, to be this vulnerable with me. “Please?”
