Chapter 36FRAN
CHAPTER 36
FRAN
I ’m balancing on the precipice of an intense orgasm, so frantic and desperate for my release that I didn’t even notice we pulled off the Interstate until the car rolls to a stop on the side of a quiet road edged by a thicket of tall trees.
Glancing at Robbie, I arch a questioning brow between gasped breaths and stifled moans.
“You wanna be a little cock tease? I can wait,” he says smugly, shifting in his seat to watch me.
Right now, I don’t even care whether he tells me the truth or not. In fact, I barely even remember the question, if I’m honest. All I care about in this moment is coming. And the overwrought silence in the car, combined with the fact that Robbie is just sitting there, casually watching me, is only spurring me on.
I hold the vibrator against my clit, closing my eyes tight as I climb the peak.
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
Startled by his low, demanding tone, I open my eyes to find Robbie’s gaze suddenly darker than usual, eyes heavily hooded, and it’s then I notice he’s palming his dick through his sweatpants, and I can’t help but laugh through my ha ze because God help us if a state trooper just so happens to roll up on us right now.
“If this is all for me, then you better fucking look at me when you come.” He arches a taunting brow, and the look in his eyes is pure menace.
I bite down on my bottom lip, dragging the vibrator up and down, circling my entrance before trailing it over my clit and holding it there. I spread my thighs further apart, and the slickness of my arousal is amplified against the silence. I’d be embarrassed if I weren’t so feral with need.
A smirk ghosts Robbie’s lips as he studies me, and for some reason it only annoys me.
“What?”
He chuckles. “You can’t come, can you?”
With a groan, I throw my head back. “No! And I don’t know why. I’m so fucking horny.” I pull the toy out of my pants and hold it up, showing him just how wet I am. “See.”
“Aw, my needy little slut can’t get herself off,” he derides, reaching out and swiping his finger over the toy, collecting my arousal from the tip before bringing that same finger to his lips and sucking it into his mouth.
I squeeze my thighs together.
“Alright, Keller.” Robbie slides his chair back all the way, lifts his ass and shoves his sweatpants and boxer briefs down, his thick, hard cock jutting up against his stomach. “Climb on.”
I gape at him. “What? No. I’m not going to fuck you in the car on the side of the road, Robbie.” I glance out the windows. “There could be people in the woods watching us.”
“You were just masturbating on the fucking Interstate,” Robbie scoffs. “Something tells me you like the idea of someone watching.”
I mean, he’s not entirely wrong. That morning in his bedroom when I sat on his face and rode it like a goddamn pony, I didn’t immediately hate that all his blinds were wide open for anyone to see in. But this is different. This is in a car, on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere. This is how horror movies start.
I’m ready to order him to pull his pants back up, but then he starts stroking his fat cock, and I’ve always been a weak bitch when it comes to the dick.
“I won’t fit between you and the steering wheel,” I say, sizing up the gap. “My ass will set off the horn.”
“Fuck’s sake, Keller,” Robbie groans, still fisting his rock-hard length. “Just take off your pants and climb over here. Trust me,” he mutters through gritted teeth.
The only saving grace is that the windows are now almost completely fogged; it would take someone pressing right up against the glass to see in. So, with a huff, I lift my ass and push my sweats and panties down, twisting my body only to hesitate because I really don’t understand how he expects me to fit.
“Turn,” Robbie says, doing a spin with his finger like I can’t understand the simple concept.
I roll my eyes and turn, backing into him, but then he grabs me and twists me completely so my back is to his chest, and he isn’t gentle about it, pulling me flush against him. I suck in a gasp when I feel the swollen head of his cock pressing right against my ass.
“Wrong hole,” I giggle nervously.
“Soon, baby,” he snickers, fingers pinching into my skin as he holds me.
I’ve never been into the whole anal thing, but the thought of doing it with Robbie makes my pussy clench.
“Arch your back,” he murmurs, lips skating over the crook of my neck. “Lift your ass.”
I do as he says, and then I feel him right there, where I’m so needy for him.
“Fuck, you’re drenched, Keller,” he groans as I slowly start to sink down on him.
My eyes fall closed at the feel of his cock filling me, but then something suddenly comes over me and I freeze, gasping out. “Condom!”
“Fuckkkk…” Robbie growls. “They’re in my bag, in the motherfucking trunk.”
I hover awkwardly, the feel of his huge cock half-inside me so good that it’s taking all I have not to slam all the way down and fuck him senseless.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, his voice tight.
“Yes.” I’m practically panting.
“I’m clean. I got tested when I started with the Thunder.”
“I’ve never not used a condom,” I say on a sigh. “And I trust you.”
“Yeah?” He grips my hips so tight, it’s almost painful. “You want me to raw dog you, Keller?”
“Yes…” I moan.
“Am I allowed to come inside this perfect little cunt?” He controls me, inching deeper and deeper at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Oh my God, yes!” I cry out, my head falling back onto his shoulder.
He chuckles, his teeth grazing the soft skin beneath my ear. “You gonna make a big mess all over my dick?”
I can’t even form words at this point, only sounds I hope he accepts as my consent.
A swift smack lands on my ass, startling me, and I perk up again with a gasp.
“Hold onto the steering wheel and fuck me, Keller.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I find Robbie relaxing back, hands resting behind his head, smug grin playing on his lips, and I don’t know who he thinks he is, but fuck him. Gripping the steering wheel, I sink onto him in one swift move, causing him to shout out and grasp my thighs, his face falling into my hair with a grunt. And I don’t know if it hurt him, or maybe he likes it, but fuck it. He asked for it.
I lift up and do the s ame, slamming back onto him, and each time he hits me so deep, I see stars.
“Fuck, shit,” Robbie hisses into my hair.
When I feel him rub up against my g-spot, I grind my hips, circling them and arching my back to get the best angle, crying out as every nerve ending in my body lights up from within.
“That’s it—use me,” Robbie mutters, wrapping a hand around my throat and squeezing. “Ride my fucking cock, baby.” He meets me, thrust for thrust, each time making me sob as my body writhes needily on top of him.
“Fuck, Keller,” he grunts, biting hard on my earlobe. “You’re gonna make me come so fucking fast. Your hot, tight little pussy choking my dick feels so fucking good.”
When I hear a familiar buzzing start up, I turn to see him holding the tiny bullet vibrator between his thumb and forefinger, and I practically growl. “Yessss.”
“You want this?”
“Yes, yes, yes, oh my God, yes,” I pant.
“Where do you want it?” He plays dumb in the best possible way, dragging the vibe over the peaks of my breasts where my nipples are aching underneath my sweatshirt.
“My clit,” I moan. “I need it on my clit.”
“Where are your manners, Keller,” he chides menacingly, clicking his tongue.
“Please...”
“Please what?”
I growl out of sheer frustration. “Please, asshole .”
He chuckles, the deep vibration of his chest coming through my back. But thankfully he gives me exactly what I want, dragging the bullet down and circling my clit causing me to cry out, my body jolting.
“Fuck!” Robbie yells. “Your pussy is clenching.”
“Oh my God, Robbie,” I whimper.
“I know, baby,” he whispers, holding the vibe right against my throbbing clit as he presses a gentle kiss to the s kin just below my ear. “I know. You love that don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Fuck. Oh my God, I’m going to come.” I throw my head back onto his shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut as white hot euphoria shoots through my veins. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m… coming. Ahhh!”
“That’s it, baby. Breathe. Ride it out,” Robbie groans. “Come all over my cock like the filthy fucking slut you are.”
His words prolong the orgasm ravaging me from the inside; it’s like an out of body experience I can’t begin to explain.
“Shit, Keller, I’m gonna come,” Robbie spits out, his hold around my throat tightening to the point of delicious pain. “You ready for my cum?”
“Yes, please, Robbie,” I manage through the hold he has of me.
“Oh, fuck. Jesus,” he shouts out, shuddering, stilling deep inside of me. “Yes, fuck. Take it all baby. Shit.”
When his hand relaxes around the throat, I feel him sink into the chair beneath me, exhaling a ragged sigh. Then he drags the still vibrating bullet over my thigh and my hip before bringing it up to my lips, and I turn just enough to meet his glazed, hooded eyes as I twirl my tongue around it.
Robbie chuckles lowly, pulling the toy away and leaning forward, surprising me with a kiss. And not just a soft, post-coital peck, but a fully open-mouthed, mess of lips, teeth, and tongue, his hand cupping my jaw, holding me close so he can deepen the exchange until we’re both breathless again.
“That was so good,” I sigh against his mouth.
“I didn’t want you to leave,” he murmurs against my lips, kissing me once more.
Confused, I pull back enough to meet his eyes, finding nothing but a nervous uncertainty in his gaze. My brows knit together as I study him, trying to make sense of what he just said.
He traces the curve of my lip with the pad of his thumb. “That night. In my hotel room.” His eyes lift to meet mine again. “I lied because I didn’t want you to leave.”
There is so much to unpack from that. So many questions I have, starting with the fact that back then, we could hardly stand to be in the same zip code as one another, and yet he didn’t want me to leave his hotel room? I need to know more. But, before I can deep dive, Robbie is like a Mighty Morphin Power Ranger, swiftly changing back into a smug, cocky jerk.
“Hop up, Keller,” he says as he slaps my hip. “I need to piss.”
I move off him as best as I can, fully aware my bare ass is likely right in his face. Settling back into my seat, I reach into my purse and pull out a travel pack of Kleenex, opening my door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Robbie says, pulling up his pants.
“I need to pee.”
“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head.
I stare at him.
A darkness comes over his face, a smug smirk lingering as his gaze travels to where I’m still naked from the waist down. “I want you sitting there next to me with my cum seeping out of that pretty little pussy all the way back to New York.”
My jaw drops at his filthy and downright sexy words. But also, gross.
He laughs as if he can hear my thoughts, opening his door and hopping out.
“That’s a bacterial infection waiting to happen!” I yell before he slams the car door shut.
Flashing me a grin through the windshield, Robbie winks as he jogs through the rain toward a break in the trees to relieve himself. In return, I flip him the bird, muttering a few expletives under my breath as I pull my pants up, trying so hard not to think too much about why he lied to Andy.