35. Othelia
Chapter thirty-five
Othelia
I wake feeling warm and well rested, although I don’t think we ended up getting more than a few hours of broken sleep. The night lost to reverent touches and whispered moans.
The sun casts a hazy glow over the room and Rook, who lies on his back beside me, is still naked, the comforter barely covering him. I glance around the room, taking in his neat space.
There’s a set of drawers in the corner with hardly anything on top except a bottle of what I think is his cologne. The bedside tables don’t have anything personal. There’s a clock and a lamp on the side I slept on, and the other one only has a half-empty glass of water that Rook got for me at some point in the night.
It makes me sad to think of this as his home, but containing nothing that even remotely shows him being connected to anything or anyone.
Shuffling in the bed, I try to slide towards the edge without disturbing him. Rook groans, rolling towards me, wrapping his giant around me and pulling me back against his chest. Breathing into my hair, his voice tickles the shell of my ear as he speaks.
“Where are you off to?”
“It’s after eight. I need to get ready for my flight,” I whisper back as I wrap my hand around his head, running my fingers through his hair. He groans loudly into my shoulder, the tickling vibrations making me burst into a giggle.
“Do you have to? Can’t we just both stay here?” He releases his grip enough for me to roll in his arms so we both face each other. God, he is so handsome in the morning light. I start freaking out, thinking I'm nowhere close to being worthy of this guy. He’s ripped with a million abs while I’m just flabby and hideous, like a bridge troll.
“Rook…” The gentle kisses he places down my cheeks, neck, collarbone, help to distract my self-deprecating spiral.
“I can practically hear your mind spinning with thoughts, Rockstar.” I huff as he licks his way up my neck, stopping when he reaches my ear. “Did I not worship you properly last night?” His gravely morning voice would have drenched my underwear if I was wearing any. “Fuck, I love seeing you in my shirt.” He runs his hand across the material stretched across my stomach and I pull at the hem, trying to cover myself more.
The shirt is more snug than I would normally wear, but I couldn’t resist the opportunity to sleep basking in the smell of him when he offered it to me after our middle of the night shower.
Smacking away my hand from the hem, his eyes narrow. “OK, you need to knock that shit off.”
“What?”
He gives me a look like he knows I’m doubting myself. Scooping his hand behind my head, he pulls us close. “You are fucking beautiful, Othelia.”
I try so hard not to snort, but I can’t hold it in. I cover my mouth but fail, and his smirk tells me trouble is coming.
“You don’t think so, huh?” He sits up, sliding to the end of the bed where he rests on his knees. “Well, I guess I’m just going to have to drill that in till it sinks in.” His eyebrows wiggle and I burst out laughing.
My laughter abruptly comes to a stop when he wraps both hands underneath my legs, pulling me closer to him. His hands coast down my thighs, pushing them wide as my breath quickens. The smirk on his face is proof he knows how he affects me.
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he detours from my assumed path and pushes his hands up my stomach, squeezing. Slowly grinding himself against the bed as he does. The sight of this man fucking the bed while he runs his hands up my body has me done for.
His hands slide his shirt up my body, pulling it over my head. I raise my arms to help him take it off, but he twists it at my wrists, leaning forward so his hard length brushes against where I’m already pulsing.
I watch over my head as he slips the shirt, now tying my hands together, over the railing on the headboard, locking them in place.
My legs attempt to close, to gain some level of friction, but his knees spread between my legs, halting any movement that might help with the ache I feel.
“Please,” I whine, feeling wetness dripping down my ass.
One finger runs, catching the pooling liquid, and he gently drags it across my clit. I groan in frustration as his smirk grows wider before he pops his finger into his mouth, sucking; he closes his eyes and groans at the taste. I attempt to grind against him.
“Not yet, Rockstar. Our lesson is about to begin.” A low chuckle hums from his chest right before he runs his tongue in one lazy stroke straight up my center. I hiss out a yes as he moans into my clit, latching on and sucking.
This feels so fucking amazing, but it isn’t enough. I try to lift my hips, pushing my pussy harder against his face, but he pulls away. Licking his lips, catching any excess of me left on his face, he sits back on his heels.
“Now, I’m going to need you to tell me just how beautiful you are.” He waits patiently at the end of the bed for my response.
“What?” The pulse in my core wavers at the request. “Rook, just… can we…?” I attempt to wave towards our junk with my hands but with them pinned, all I can manage is a few finger wiggles.
“Sure.” He must sense my arousal dipping, as he leans in, pushing two fingers inside me. The sudden intrusion has me gasping, my legs trying to close as he curls his fingers, rubbing the spot I need. I moan, tipping my head back, my eyes drifting closed at his touch. “The second you tell me how fucking hot you are.” He pulls his fingers out.
“Rook!” I practically scream. My body is now empty and aching for him.
“Your call, Rockstar.”
“Fuck. Okay, I guess I’m…” He pushes his fingers back inside me as I exhale a moan, “pretty.” He stops, pulling out again.
“Yeah, pretty ain’t gonna cut it, sweetheart. You cannot lay in my bed and look like every man’s fucking wet dream and guess that you’re pretty.”
“Rook,” I whine, even though I know it won’t make a difference. Just to rub it in, he strokes his cock, running his thumb over the pre-cum leaking from the tip.
He leans over my body, resting one hand next to my head, his cock grazing my clit again as he pushes the thumb covered in the salty liquid against my lips. I wrap my lips around his thumb and suck hard before pulling back with a pop. He groans, tipping his head back as his hips jerk towards my heat.
“Fuck… Tilly. The things you fucking do to me.” Heat blossoms across my cheeks at his words.
“Please,” I beg as he leans in, kissing me, tasting the mixture of us.
“This body, Othelia,” he pants. Running his hand up my body, he palms my breast while his cock grinds along my slit, teasing me but not entering. “You have no fucking idea how much I dream about this body.”
Kiss, pulse, grind.
Kiss, pulse, grind.
“Ever since I saw you on the other side of that glass, I can’t stop picturing all the ways I will worship this body. Now tell me how beautiful you are, so I can show you how beautiful you are to me .” His blue eyes glisten as he stares into my soul.
“ I’m beautiful, ” I whisper as his lips crash into mine. He lines up his cock at my entrance and pushes inside me in one movement, the feeling overwhelming, we groan, his forehead drops to my chest.
“Fuck, Tilly. You are so fucking beautiful.” He slowly pulls back and my body shudders as he grinds himself back into me. “I will never get enough of this.” My body clenches around him as my orgasm grows.
“Oh God, Rook, harder.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” He picks up his pace as he stares at where we join. His thumb rubs small circles around my clit and I mewl at the touch. Using his other hand, he lifts my hips, hitting deeper inside me, the shift making me convulse. I cry out his name, squeezing my eyes shut as the climax rolls through my body.
“You got one more in you?” I nod, unsure if I actually do, but I have total faith that this man will wring it out of me. “Hold on.” He grips onto my hips, using the shirt to spin me onto my stomach.
“Ass up, baby.” Pulling my knees higher, he leans over me, unhooking my wrists and throws his shirt to the side. “Hold on to the headboard.”
I grip on for dear life, needing something to help stabilize me as my legs have for sure given up on that job. Running his hands over my ass, he squeezes it, whispering “one day” to himself, but I clench at his words.
Looking over my shoulder to see him admiring my behind, I quirk an eyebrow. “Are you waiting for an invitation?”
Looking back up at me, his sheepish smile gets replaced with a wolfish grin. “Sorry, just admiring the view.” He smacks my ass, winking at me as he lines himself up with my pussy and pushes back in. I arch back into him, keening, as he lets out a loud fuck.
Pounding into me from behind, I meet his thrusts. I tip my head back when the head of his cock rubs against my sensitive walls.
“God, fuck, Othelia. You look like a goddess, taking my cock. How can you be so fucking perfect?” His words add to the growing need inside me, and I feel my body shudder with each stroke inside me.
“Oh God, Rook, I’m coming.” Dropping my head into the pillows, I scream.
“I know, baby, I’m right there with you.” He follows me with a roar, stiffening behind me as his cum pulses deep inside me.
We collapse next to each other, our chests heaving. I stare at the ceiling, my head spinning because I already feel so attached to the man next to me and that fucking terrifies me.
He reaches over, turning my face towards his as he places gentle kisses on my forehead and nose. “You’re overthinking again.”
“I… ah… I don’t do this.”
His body stiffens next to me, bracing himself against my words. “Don’t do what?”
“One-night stands.”
Rolling away from me, he chuckles as he gets out of the bed. “If you think this was a one-night thing, baby, you are sorely mistaken.”
I wince, pinching the bridge of my nose as I sit up. “No, that’s not what I’m… Ugh, I guess I’m just asking about anyone else?”
He stops, goes rigid, gripping onto the wood on either side of the doorway. “Is there someone else you are interested in fucking, Othelia?” he asks as his head turns to the side, but he doesn’t quite look back at me.
“What? Fuck. No. I’m asking if there’s anyone else you’re fucking?”
He continues walking into the bathroom, ignoring my question. I cover my face with my hands, dropping back against the pillows. What the fuck am I doing? I’ve spent one night with the guy and now I’m basically asking to be his girlfriend.
He walks back in, a wet cloth in his hands. Moving towards me, he pushes my legs apart so he can clean me. He takes his time, silently completing his task, stormy eyes focused but clearly warring with something in his head. When he’s done, he stands, taking the cloth back into the bathroom.
Fuck, I should just go. I can curse myself on the plane, but I’m an idiot to think he would feel anything other than lust for me. I jump out of bed, reaching for the jeans I wore last night, hoping my underwear is somewhere nearby.
“What are you doing?” he asks, arms crossed as he leans against the door frame. Naked. His cock, still half erect, resting against his thigh.
“I, ah…” I push my hair behind my ear, now feeling frazzled, stupid, and na?ve. “My flight is soon, so I better head to the airport.” I flick my eyes to him as he watches me from the doorway. I glance away, unable to help the blush that spreads across my cheeks. He spent the last hour filling me with pretty words, but I guess that’s all I ever end up getting.
“You want exclusivity?” he asks, shocking me, and I pause midway through buttoning up my jeans.
“I…” I have no idea what I want from this. My feelings are coming on too strong, too fast and I don’t know if I should lean into those gut instincts that pull me towards Rook because those same instincts pulled me towards Clay.
“I don’t know what I want.” I shrug, my arms falling to my side. He walks up to me, an inch now between us. “I just don’t want to share you while we work this out,” I say, gesturing between us.
He runs his hand up my arm before those stormy blues pierce into mine.
“You’ve got it. I’m yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”