Chapter Fifteen #2
I kick off my Chucks and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side.
I shove my jeans down and throw them on top of my stuff on the floor.
I’m left in nothing but a cross around my neck because Lord knows I’ll need all the forgiveness for my sins over the past few weeks. I leave it so something can ground me.
It’s almost over now.
I glance over at Appa, and she must be watching me as much as she can to see what I’ll do. Another light bulb goes off.
“Do you have a vibrator?” I ask.
“Um, top drawer of that nightstand,” she answers.
I open the drawer and reach in blindly. For all I know, there’s a mousetrap waiting to latch onto my finger, but after feeling around, I find a smooth, phallic-shaped object with a button.
I join her on the bed, pressing my knees into the mattress on each side of her.
I rest my cock between her boobs, and fuck, I wish I could see this in the light.
It’d be my mental Christmas card for life.
“What do you want, Appa?” I softly ask.
“To fuck.”
“Mm, we’ll see about that.”
To be clear, ‘Robby’ would have been inside her already after making sure she was prepped enough, but Rook will make her wait. Possibly all night. However long it takes to make her curse my name out of pent-up frustration.
I click the vibrator on. It buzzes in my grip, and I unapologetically put the tip on her nipple.
She writhes beneath me, and I lift it up long enough for her to relax and exhale a huff.
But then I graze it over her other nipple with less force, long enough to make her shift her legs.
I move to plant my knees between her legs and trail the vibrator down her torso to where her legs meet.
I’m not going to lie; it’s been practically a lifelong dream to get this familiar with her body.
The perfect slit nestled in the apex of her thighs is my favorite place to be, and I haven’t tasted her yet.
Which is a fucking travesty, being the fourth time I’ve had her pussy this close.
I run the vibrator over her clit, and she cries out.
This isn’t anything yet.
“Do you ever fuck yourself with this?” I ask.
“No,” she whispers so quietly it’s barely audible.
“Don’t lie…”
“I’m not.”
I don’t believe her, but it’s not worth pressing.
I’m bigger than this stupid toy. I know she can take it.
I rub the tip of the vibrator up and down her, glazing it in her arousal.
By how ready she is, it seems like my message earlier was all the foreplay we needed.
I slide the vibrator into her while it buzzes, filling the silence, and she lets out a moan at the combined sensations.
I give it a little twist inside of her, and her knees draw up.
Starting at a slow but steady pace, I fuck her with the vibrator and finally bring my tongue to her clit for the first time.
She tastes sweet and salty. I always knew she’d be the sweetest thing to taste, matching the sweet Georgia peach with a hell of a sassy attitude.
Where’d that girl go, Appa?
I lap up her juices that accumulate fast, and all I can think about are the years wasted not being between her legs. And how this will never happen again. She tenses up under me, breathing turns heavy and ragged, and that’s my cue. I pull the vibrator out of her and stop my tongue.
I can’t get ahead of myself.
“Ugh,” she groans from the sudden emptiness.
“You’re not coming yet, baby girl.”
And I’m going to fucking edge you until your legs shake, and you’re crying.
“What?” she protests again. I hope her temper flares up because there’s not a damn thing she can do about it.
Time to mix it up.
I sit up fast and shove my dick inside her as hard as I can. She gasps out, her muscles clenching against me, and I place the vibrator on her clit again. She relaxes, but I resist thrusting while I tune into her body. As soon as her muscles contract again, I withdraw myself and the vibrator.
And that’s the pattern. Vibrator, tongue, dick, sometimes mixed up, so she doesn’t know what to expect next.
And I stop as soon as I notice her body tensing up.
My dick has been the best judge, but her knees give her away, too.
They draw up whenever she’s close and fall back to the mattress defeated when I deny her a release.
I finally have enough and slide into her soaking wetness. It’s been an hour, or maybe several hours, of edging for both of us, and I know I’m going to blow a huge load when that time comes. She can’t stop me from getting my release, but I can still stop her.
How do you like Rook now, baby girl?
“Not yet, baby,” I say, pulling my dick out of her again.
“Oh, my fucking God,” she screams. I put the vibrator back on her clit. “No, no, no, I can’t,” she mumbles breathlessly.
This is veering into non-consent territory now, and I don’t want her last memory of Rook to be tainted. Nor do I want to ruin sex for her by taking it too far. I may not like the idea of her being with anyone else, but it’s inevitable.
Close enough.
She has to be at her breaking point. I leave the vibrator on her clit and thrust inside of her and hold perfectly still. It makes my body shake while holding still inside of her, much like the first night did, but she needs to release. I feel her tighten around me, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
Don’t come.
Don’t come.
Don’t come.
Jesus Christ, do NOT come, Robby!
Waves crash along my dick as she releases with a blood-curdling scream. Her internal muscles have a gorilla grip on me, but I hold out. I brace myself by putting my hands on her hips, but her whole body is shaking, too.
“Feel better, baby?” I ask. Her whole body noticeably relaxes, and I graze my fingertips over her flat lower abdomen. “You did so well. Wrap your legs around me.”
She exhales, still coming down from the high, and when she’s ready, her smooth legs draw around my waist. I press my fingers into the sides of her hips and slowly thrust in and out of her, listening to her body with every stroke.
I know she must be incredibly sensitive right now, so I avoid touching her nipples or clit and focus on my pleasure now.
The pressure starts building up in my groin and thighs, and I know I’m about to give her everything inside of me.
And I thought I had a good pace for both of us until she intentionally squeezes her muscles around me, and that unravels me. I haven’t come in a couple of days—on purpose—and it feels like I dump a metric ton of come deep inside of her.
“Appa, you okay?” I ask when I catch my breath.
“Just so tired.”
I slowly pull out…for the last time. My chest tightens, but this isn’t about me. I get to my feet and head straight into the bathroom for a towel for her. I find a clean one in the darkness and return to her sprawled out on the bed, hands still tied.
Fuck, her shoulders must be screaming. I’m terrible at this.
I lean over and put the towel between her legs to catch any mess while I deal with her wrists.
After I loosen the tie, she stretches her arms and rolls over onto her stomach, burying her face in her pillow with a groan.
I reach down for my jeans and glance at my phone.
It’s almost one in the morning…I got here at nine thirty.
I hope she doesn’t hate me for edging her for God… three hours at least?
I sit on the edge of the bed and start massaging her shoulders. It wasn’t fair to leave her tied up for so long, but she’s resting now and will be okay. I lie next to her on the duvet and keep rubbing her upper back. I’ll do this until the sun rises if I have to.
Her breathing changes to its familiar heaviness.
She’s asleep now. My breath hitches as I realize it’s nearing time to leave.
I shift off the bed as gently as I can to avoid disturbing her.
Reaching for my jeans residing on the floor, I grip the damn Polaroid in my back pocket.
I look over my shoulder at her. She doesn’t know that our dynamic is about to change greatly.
Am I really about to do this?
I lie back down against the pillows, holding the square picture in my fingers. I briefly close my eyes and think about how she might react…
She’ll wake up in the morning and find the Polaroid on the pillow. Maybe she’ll scream; maybe she’ll cry. She’ll try to message me, but my profile will be deactivated by then.
No more Rook. No more twisted games. Just freedom to be us individually as we were, and if I bump into Appa in the future, that’ll be fate.
I really will love you for fucking ever, AppaPie.
But even I know that’s bullshit.
Lying here, I decide that the responsible thing to do is keep tabs on her from my personal account—just for a few weeks.
Until I know if fate has granted me something to tether us forever.
I’ll step up and be responsible if part of me stays in her with the hope that she’d want that, too. But the odds of that are slim.
This is goodbye forever.