Chapter 10 #2
Rob doesn't leave it to chance. He climbs off the bed and frees the lamp from his shirt, dropping the offending clothing on the ground instead. He makes quick work of letting his pants follow suit.
I prop myself up on my elbows to watch. Somehow, my mouth is both very dry and yet watering at the same time.
"Are you going to keep staring at me, or are you going to join me?" Rob asks.
I squint in confusion. "You're the one that put me here."
His grin widens. "I'm inviting you to strip with me, Daisy."
"Oh. Yeah. I could do that." I bat my eyelashes at him. I'm killing this seduction thing. The romance novels were better training manuals than I thought. I just didn't have the right leading man before to match my energy.
I hook my thumbs on the waistband of my pants and slip them easily down my thighs.
"No panties?" He quirks an eyebrow in surprise.
"Why bother? You were just going to get me out of them."
He snorts out a laugh.
I yank my tank top and cozy bra over my head in one clunky motion, displaying exactly zero grace. Rob doesn't seem to mind. His eyes roam over me a moment before he locks eyes with me, holding eye contact as I watch him slip off his boxers in my peripheral vision.
The question of my mouth is answered as I let my gaze drop to take in Rob's legendary cock.
(Legendary as in legendary to me . I've never heard any rumors about him sleeping around, not in the book community, anyway.
His penis just happens to be the most beautiful one I've ever seen. Even counting the internet.)
Yeah, my mouth is wet. So wet. As are other parts of me. I might actually be dripping on the hotel bed right this very moment.
"Are you ready for me?" Rob asks, wrapping his fist around his cock and giving himself a tug that makes me jealous I'm not the one touching him.
His wallet is on the nightstand. He opens it up and retrieves a condom, sheathing himself as I watch.
I nod speechlessly. Too afraid to open my mouth for fear that I'll simply stick out my tongue and pant for him. Or that my saliva will start squirting out like a fountain. At least that option might give Rob ideas about how to plug the leak...
My brain falls mercifully silent as Rob kneels on the bed to join me again.
This time when he holds himself over me, I'm even less patient than the first time.
I wrap my arms around his back and drag him down to me.
He tries to resist for a second, but his arms can't fight off my insistence. He laughs as he collapses on top of me.
The weight of his body covering mine is SO FREAKING GOOD.
"I wanted to taste you first," he explains in between laughs.
"Later," I grumble. "We have all night. Right now I am wet, hot, and so desperate that I'm aching. We can exchange oral pleasantries the next round."
"Next round? You think awfully highly of me. How do you know I can go a second round?"
Good point. I loosen and eye him skeptically. "Well? Can you?"
He looks down to where my breasts are pressed against his chest, creating an eyeful of cleavage. I can feel his cock stir against my thigh as he admires the view. "I can go at least three," he breathes out in a pained voice.
I don't think either of us is cut out for waiting much longer.
"Great. Perfect. Amazing. I'm totally sober, safely past the age of consent, and a willing participant. Please, for the love of everything good in this world, please fuck me."
My plea seems to be his undoing. He buries his face against my neck and groans as he snakes an arm in between our bodies.
He strums my clit with his thumb a few times, teasing me, and causing my furious need to grow.
I wiggle under him, desperate to urge him on.
I'm plenty warmed up and ready for him already.
Honestly? I pretty much have been since the moment he gave me back my book.
"Fuck, you're wet," he mumbles as he drags his index finger between my legs, gathering the evidence of my arousal.
Rob pulls away from my neck and kisses me sweetly as he moves his cock to rest against my opening. I flex against him, nudging the tip of his cock into my needy hole. Later, he can take his time teasing me, and we can maneuver through all the wonderful steps of foreplay together.
Right now all I need is him .
His cock inches a little further in. His tongue caresses mine. I run my hand up and down his back, feeling all of him that I can get my hands on. He feeds my body another inch of him.
"Are you doing okay, sweetheart?" he asks against my lips, not pulling any further away than the bare minimum so that I can make out his words.
"Mhm. Just don't stop."
"Wasn't gonna."
He lets out a guttural moan as he thrusts the rest of the way in, my toes clenching as he fills me up.
I swallow his moan, and kiss him even more desperately now that I've gotten a real taste of him.
He feels so good, offering the perfect amount of pressure inside of me as my body stretches to accommodate his delightful intrusion.
Forget romance novels and my trust vibrator. I never knew real pleasure until this moment... and I haven't even orgasmed yet.
Our mouths continue to dance together, making out like teenagers, as Rob's cock thrusts slowly like we have all the time in the world. My attempts to pull at his back do nothing to speed him up. He has total control of the pace even as I whimper, desperate for more.
He shifts, changing the angle slightly. I have to crane my neck to keep from breaking our kiss, but it's worth the effort when his thumb finds my clit again a moment later.
He circles my clit in a rhythm totally at odds with his thrusting.
The effect is just confusing enough to knock me out of sorts, pleasure coming at me from every direction and overriding my senses.
The only thing that seems to exist is Rob.
Rob kissing me. Rob touching me. Rob making love to me in a hotel bed.
I can feel my orgasm building in my core. My abdomen tightening as I flex around his thick cock, practically milking him as I try to hold off my own pleasure as long as I can.
His free hand strokes my hair for a moment, and that sweet gesture is the thing to take me past the point of no return.
My entire body quakes with the power of my orgasm.
I'm relieved he continues kissing me as much as he can through my waves of pleasure.
I'm not sure how attractive I would look with my eyeballs rolling to the back of my head as I convulse under him.
My orgasm is the permission he needs to increase the frenzy of our sex. He thrusts more wildly as his own body seems to tighten to match the tension of mine. His tongue whips wildly against mine, seemingly no longer under control.
There is only passion. Feeling. Pleasure. A shared experience like no other that turns us both into exhausted, quivering messes within seconds.
"Daisy," he groans my name from behind clenched teeth as he stills, his cock jerking a few final times to fill up his condom with proof of what we've done. He buries his face against one of my breasts, nuzzling me.
If the idea wouldn't make me sound completely deranged, I would consider asking if I could have the condom as a memento to take home. Surely the average amount of cum would pass the TSA liquid check. I wonder if there are rules about transporting biological materials through an airport?
Weird.
I'm incredibly weird.
"I can hear your brain turning." Rob lets out a muffled chuckle against my skin. "What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, just thinking about round two," I joke with feigned innocence.
I cannot, under any circumstances, admit the truth about my condom keepsake idea. I'm crazy enough to consider doing it. Not crazy enough to utter the words aloud.
A girl has to be ready to draw the line somewhere.
Rob laughs loudly as he rolls off of me, flopping onto the bed beside me with gasping breaths.
He snakes one arm behind my neck so that he can hold me close.
My eyes drift closed, and my mouth is frozen in a happy smile.
This is a feeling I wish I could get used to, feeling cherished and held down by such a hunk of a man.
"Daisies might just be the death of me," Rob muses. "Who knew a sweet flower could be so dangerous?"
We turn our heads to look at each other, both silently judging his words...
And then we both dissolve into uncontrollable giggles.
Laughing with Rob makes the whole world feel more vibrant. Like I'm seeing everything in true color for the very first time, and there's no one I would rather share a laugh with.
Somehow, I just know this night won't be the last we spend with each other.