Page 30 of Rider Forbidden
I find some conditioner courtesy of the hotel freebie basket so shower and wash my hair as quickly as possible - very conscious of the fact that Jack is in the next room and I’m naked in here. I’m hyper-aware that he’s so close, every nerve in my body is on edge thinking about the closeness of him. The door is locked, but I’m still naked in his hotel room.
I rinse the shower gel off and revel in the fact that I’m surrounded by the scent of Jack. He always smells so good.
My bra is still a little damp, but it will have to go back on, I can't walk out there without a bra on and my knickers escaped the beer so I put those back on and the t-shirt. I towel dry my hair and then walk back out.
Jack is leant over the minibar taking out some drinks. He’s taken his shoes and socks off and his t-shirt . . . oh, Jesus Christ . . . I can only see his back - his perfectly formed, muscles rippling, back.
Take a deep breath, Robyn.
He turns around with two glasses in his hand. His eyes slowly rake down my body, taking extra time with my legs, there’s a lot of them on show - his t-shirt is pretty short. I feel his gaze like the silky touch of his fingers all over my body, as he looks up and meets my eyes. He’s hungry. He likes sex, he doesn't hide the fact. Perhaps he thinks he can use me to satisfy his needs tonight.
“Jesus Robyn, you've just walked straight out of my fantasies and into real life.”
I snort “Seriously, these lines Jack, they're the worst.”
I expect him to laugh but he doesn't, he just continues to stare at me.
“It's not a line, seriously . . . in my t-shirt . . . hair wet . . . those fucking legs. You are so hot. But you know that, right?”
I know I'm not ugly. I usually find the attention I get from men tiresome, yes I might be OK to look at, but they rarely try to get beyond that and find out what’s underneath.
“Jack, we’re getting in dangerous territory here . . .”
I know it’s dangerous because whether I'm supposed to or not, I like having him look at me like I'm his next meal. I don't want to admit that I like him, that I want him, but I do. Wrong for me or not he is drawing me to him.
He strides over and hands me a drink. “Here, down this, you're going to need it to say yes to the next thing I'm going to ask you.”
“What is it?”
“Vodka and coke.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I'm not sleeping with you, Jack.”
He smirks “That’s not what I'm going to suggest - drink up because Ireallywant you to say yes.”
I take a generous gulp of my drink, “That'll have to do. What do you want to ask me?”
“I want you to take off your knickers, lie down on my bed with your legs open and I want to make you come with my mouth, I want to eat you out so good that you'll be screaming my name and pulling my hair. It's a travesty that you have never experienced oral sex with someone, and someone that knows what they're doing at that. So let me. Let me make you come with my mouth.”
I have to resist crossing my legs together as I feel my core pulsing. It's like it’s got its own independent mind right now and heard every word he said and is saying,please Robyn, please can I play out? I know without a shadow of a doubt that my answer should be no - but he sure has a way with words that make me want to jump on the bed so fast before he changes his mind.
“Why would you want to do that? What would you get out of it?” my voice is hoarse. Wait, am I actually thinking about this?
“You're kidding, right? I’ve been dying to taste you since I met you. I bet you taste exquisite.” He licks his lips and I'm sure I have a mini orgasm right there.
“This is crazy.”
“Come on, you said yourself you want to live a little while you're here. I won't try anything more I promise - not unless you ask me to.”
I'm silent. I just look up at him. I have no idea what to say. I want to say yes, my head says ‘Robyn, behave yourself’but every inch of my body is screaming ‘are you crazy, you don't turn down an offer like that.’
I look down at the glass in my hand. Shit. What do I have to lose really? I knock the drink back in one and turn around and place it on a table behind me. I look at Jack and don't take my eyes off him as I reach for my underwear and slowly draw it down my legs. I throw them onto my dress on the floor and climb on the bed, as sexily as I can muster, and turn and lie on my back.
His eyes flare. “Legs wide Danish.”
I do as he says, I already know I'm wet, I don't think I’ve ever been this turned on. I know he’s good with his mouth when he kisses me, so I know I'm in for a treat right now.
He gets on his knees. “Shimmy down to the edge sweetheart.” I do as he says, “Up on your elbows, I want you to watch me.”
