Page 83 of The Worst Guy Ever
This is unbearable. The vibrations coursing through me, the suction hitting just right, his filthy fantasies in my ear.Him.I’m so close already.
The sensation builds in waves, my orgasm dragged from the most depraved depths of me. Each one feels like it could be the one to peak and crash, only to retreat at the last second before surging forward again. I could come like this, but I need more.
“I need to see you come too,” I plead, tugging Rob’s hand away from my mouth. “Come with me.”
“Can I come on you?” he chokes out.
“Fuck, yes, please.”
One hand keeps the vibrator inside me as he unbuckles his belt with the other and pushes his clothes down to set himself free. He is a God knelt before me, the curves and dips of his muscles even more magnificent from this angle.
I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him stroke himself roughly, his thumb spreading the bead of moisture that’s gathered at the head. The thick ridges of his cock, hard and swollen in his hand, give me the visual stimulation I crave so badly.
He shifts to hold the vibrator in place with his knee, his hand over his mouth as he jerks harder. I cover mine too, biting into the fleshy base of my thumb. The primal sight of him holding back his moans, combined with the added pressure in my core, is my undoing.
My pleasure peaks, and peaks, and stays for what feels like an eternity on the precipice, then crashes, roaring through my body, a flood of pressure that feels like floating. Everything tightens, my eyes squeeze shut, my stomach clenches, and the band of pressure in my abdomen snaps in a white hot flash that has me trembling around the toy, which is still buzzing and sucking, keeping me high.
My eyes fly open in time to see Rob thrust his hips forward, and the jet of his orgasm sail right over my body in an arc, up and over the headboard where it lands with a splat.
“Oh shit, oh fuck,” he moans, toppling forward and landing on one hand. The next release hits between my breasts, the rest painting my stomach as the vibrator wrenches seemingly endless rapture from within me.
He gently pulls it free, turning it off and setting it on my bedside table before collapsing onto his side next to me. My legs are still trembling and he hooks them over his, tucking himself in closer so he can stroke my skin as the wave subsides.
“Did you seriously just come on my wall?” I roll my lips to contain my laugh.
“I’m so sorry,” he giggles into my shoulder. “I’m mortified. Give me a second to catch my breath and I’ll clean you both up.”
The next morning, Rob tries to sneak out of my bedroom, but from my cosy spot underneath the covers I hear Megan’s voice.
“Hey Rob, what are you doing here?”
“I just… um, I came to... borrow a charger.”
My hand smacks against my forehead.That’s the best you can come up with?
“Don’t lie,” I say, appearing from my room. “Just tell her you came over for advice on how to please women because you’ve realised you’re not God’s gift after all.”
“Huh?” Megan mumbles, rubbing her eyes, still in her pyjamas.
“Yeah, seriously. Turns out he has no idea where the clitoris is and he thought the g-spot was a ride at Disney World. Useless. Anyway, I drew him a diagram, so I think you’re all set now, Knob.” I open the front door and attempt to shove him through it. “Off you fuck, and God help the poor soul you use for target practice.”
Megan stifles a laugh. She clearly doesn’t buy it, I wouldn’t either, but thankfully she leaves us alone.
“You’re in trouble now,” he says, looming over me, his voice aggressive in my ear. “Next time I see you, I’m gonna pinch your clit so fucking hard your legs will give out.”
My body sways towards him, and I catch myself with open palms against the wall of his chest. I want to drag him back to bed right this second, but a spot of morning sass will have to suffice for now. I look up at him and quirk one eyebrow. “That’s if you can find it.”
“You know full well I can find it.” He grips me roughly between my thighs and,fuck,I hate that he’s right, my legs are shaking in an instant. Shocked by his boldness, by the jolt of pleasure that strikes straight through me. I’d let him fuck me right here if Megan wasn’t home.
I wriggle out of his grasp, shove him through the door and call through the gap as I close it. “See ya later, Knob.”
In the kitchen I pour my cereal in silence, then curse when the milk sloshes over the side of the bowl.
“So, you’re still sleeping with him?” Megan says, giving me the side-eye from where she’s perched on a stool by our breakfast counter.
“No, I’m not.” I amsuchan idiot. This is exactly why I didn’t want to let him stay over.
“You can tell me, you know, I’m not judging you. Plus, I heard your headboard banging half the night, had to dig out some earplugs around 2am.”
