Chapter Sixteen #2
“Me too. I’m feeling last night.” He stretches his arms and winces lightly. “Would you happen to have a toothbrush I could borrow? And my contacts are killing my eyes right now.” He lightly flushes, but this is so Robby.
It humanizes the mysterious stranger in so many ways. I always knew there was a good person behind the Rook character. Maybe that’s why I never reported anything because I could sense he was more than a social media sensation.
I hop off the bed. “I’ll do you one better.
” I walk past him to the en suite bathroom and open the linen closet.
I’m naked from last night, but I’m not afraid of him seeing all of me in the light.
Am I trying to test him? “Perks of screwing an influencer.” I retrieve a small box with an unopened electric toothbrush inside.
“PR,” I add with a shrug. I open the box on the bathroom counter, and Robby stands behind me, gently wrapping his arm around my torso.
He sweeps my tangled hair to the side and plants kisses from my ear down my neck to my shoulder.
I try focusing on unboxing it for him, but my fingers tremble with the crinkly packaging, and shivers dance down my spine.
When I finally get it unboxed, Robby closely inspects it. “This is high-end. Are you sure you don’t want to test it?” he asks.
“I like mine,” I say with a shrug.
I open the top drawer of my vanity to grab my toothbrush and toothpaste.
I share the toothpaste, and we brush our teeth in unison like a normal couple on a Saturday morning.
He watches himself in the mirror as he brushes his teeth, but I watch him.
Seeing Robby at the second unused sink is so right.
It really puts his-and-her sinks into perspective.
After two minutes, my toothbrush quits buzzing automatically, and I rinse out my mouth. Robby does, too.
“I need to get these damned contacts out,” he says, blinking his eyes.
“I don’t have any contact stuff,” I reply.
“It’s fine. I have glasses in my car.” He blinks again and inspects his eyes in the mirror.
I look down at my body and feel a bit gross after everything last night. A shower would be in our best interests. Which reminds me of something.
“Hold on for a minute.”
Robby leans against the vanity. “Okay.”
I rush down the hall to one of the spare rooms and retrieve a PR box I received a while back that I hadn’t re-gifted or donated yet.
It’s a men’s care line that’s new, and I think they assumed I had a significant other when the company sent it to me.
I opened it enough to see it was men’s items, so Robby can have fun unboxing it.
Whenever I received men’s items, I’d either gift them to my friends for their boyfriends or donate them.
I bring back the box to my en suite bathroom, where he stands patiently waiting. A breath punches out of me because he’s really here. In my bathroom. “A company sent me their men’s care line of a new scent or something,” I say, handing the box over to him.
“Cool.” He takes it from me and opens it, pulling out product after product. He smiles widely. “Wow, I use this brand. I haven’t tried this scent, but that’s funny.”
A smug smile crosses my lips. “Should we test them out?”
“I mean, if you’re up for it.”
I twist to turn the shower on. I saw a video once that claimed that women take hotter showers than men, so I opt for a lower temperature than normal.
“So…” I trail off, biting my lip. Robby smiles shyly and hooks his briefs with his thumbs, dragging them down his thighs until they drop to the floor, revealing himself.
He’s not hard like I’m used to with Rook.
He’s soft with two large balls resting below, and it hits me that this is the first time I’ve ever seen him, or any man, naked in the light.
I shift my eyes away from him entirely when I realize how long I was staring at his business. “Sorry, I was totally looking.”
Robby lightly laughs. “It’s okay, I was too. Is the shower warmed up?”
I blink at him. This was the stranger who hacked my smart home devices, broke into my home, and took me as if I belonged to him. But he’s not that guy now, and we’re about to shower together like any couple would.
Wild.
“Um, probably.”
We enter the glass shower together. It’s large with three showerheads—one in the middle of the ceiling and one on each side toward the top of the tiled walls.
Robby sets the new shampoo, conditioner, and body wash on the empty shelf on the opposite side like he’s moving in and dips under the water.
I follow his lead under my showerhead. I squirt some shampoo into my hand and start massaging it into my hair, restoring my hair to its curly state after it had been straightened.
“Here, let me,” Robby says. I turn to face away from him, and his strong fingers massage the lathered soap into my hair and scalp, filling the shower with the floral scent swirling with the steam.
I wonder if he’s a rock climber because of his grip strength.
I close my eyes and focus on the scalp massage, and holy, this is turning me on already.
He’s using pressure, but somehow, his touch seems so much softer and more caring than Rook.
“How are you so good at that? Are you a hairdresser?” I ask as he works the shampoo down the length of my hair.
“I’m a software engineer. I just fantasized about this.”
My breath catches for a second. No wonder he could hack my smart devices; he has a skill set that I could never fathom or compete with.
He drops his fingers and reaches for his new shampoo.
“This is a good scent,” he says, breathing in the musky fragrance of the men’s shampoo.
I duck under my showerhead again to rinse my hair and then I reach for my thick conditioner and hair clip. “You feel so far away.”
I smile at him. “Hardly.” I apply the thick conditioner through the ends of my hair and add body wash to my loofah. “For the record, I thought about you surprising me in the shower,” I finally add when I build up the courage to admit.
“Really?” He rinses off the sudsy body wash and moves to stand under the centered showerhead.
“Yeah, I thought it would be hot if I was in here alone with my eyes closed, and Rook came in…”
Rook isn’t real, but Robby is, and surprising me so much already.
“Hmm, that’s an idea.”
He holds his hand out to me like it’s an invitation to meet him, and I take it.
The centered showerhead will just rinse the conditioning mask from my hair, but I step toward him anyway and allow him to wrap his arms around me again.
He tucks his finger under my chin to tilt my face up to his and leans to press his lips against mine.
“Ugh, I’m so short,” I whisper against his lips.
Our first kiss.
He carefully lifts me up, and I clasp my legs around his waist, feeling his arousal coming to life just below my bottom.
He presses his fingers into the back of my neck and kisses me again.
Deeper, allowing his tongue to explore mine.
I moan into his mouth, draping my arms around his neck, and tangling my fingers in his wet hair.
The pressure of the warm water is showering over us, and I nearly inhale water through my nose.
But it’s worth it.
Robby’s skin against mine feels warmer than the water, but I still get goosebumps thinking about our previous encounters—all in the dark until now.
“Should we…” Kiss. “Take this back to bed?” Robby asks, followed by another kiss.
“Yes,” I answer, trying to grind on his length from this angle.
Holding me with only one arm on my bottom, he turns the showerheads off and returns his lips to mine.
His hands shift to my thighs, fingers pressing into them as he continues to hold me.
I only double down and keep my fingers in his wet curls, refusing to come up for air as he takes me back to my room.
He gently lays me down soaking wet and breaks the kiss off.
I already know my sheets are going to be sopping, yet neither of us mind.
I unclip my hair and toss the clip toward my bathroom, where it makes a clatter onto the tile floor. “You sure?” Robby asks, kneeling on the bed over me. Rook has exited the chat, but I fear that Robby’s softness is here to stay forever.
“Yes, Robby.”
A smile flashes on his lips, and he ducks his head down to plant gentle kisses on my chest, lightly kissing my hardened nipples.
His plush lips deliver kisses around my belly and trail lower.
I gasp, arching my back when his lips find my clit.
“Oh!” I gasp when his tongue flicks it. The sensation makes my lower abdomen burn.
I’m still sensitive from the vibrator torture and tonguing he gave me last night, and the soft flicks of his tongue make me grip the sheets as I near the edge.
“Are you going to be too sore from last night?” he asks, brushing his fingers over my center.
I giggle to myself. “Fuck it, I’ll take ibuprofen later,” I answer.
“If you’re sure.” He sits up but slips his middle finger into me with more care than before. It’s a little sore, but I’d never tell him to stop. “You okay, baby?”
“Yep,” I breathe.
He settles between my legs, brushing his tip at my entrance that makes me jump a little.
He drops, so his face is just above mine.
He props himself up with one arm and guides himself inside me with his other.
I let out a sharp breath as he enters and wince but mask it before it can discourage him.
It might sting, but I want to be filled by him.
He curls his arms up around my head and kisses me as his hips rock into me, slowly in, out, and back in at a calm, sensual pace.
The fast, aggressive pace was fun, but this feels like this perfect stranger loves me more than air itself.
I moan into his mouth, and I feel his lips form a smile against mine. Is this how Robby likes to have sex?
It’s been an act…for me, spurred from his longtime love and obsession with me.
“Can you flip over, Apps?”
“Yeah.”
He sits up, pulling himself out of me long enough for me to get on all fours.
I start on my knees and wrists, but he gently pushes my shoulders down, dropping me to my elbows.
I lock my knees into the mattress and feel him taking his place behind me.
His warm palm strokes the cheeks of my bottom as he reenters from behind.
He always feels larger this way, not that he needs it, but I love how deep this position sinks him inside me.
I purposefully clasp my muscles around him like I never want to be pulled apart.
“I’m so close,” Robby says softly. It’s been minutes, maybe hours for all I know, but I don’t want him to ever dare stop.
He thrusts faster but never as fast or hard as Rook.
Given my soreness, that’s not a bad thing.
Just as I feel his body tense behind me, he pulls all the way out and groans as warmth collects on my lower back.
“God…” he moans. “Let me get you a towel.”
“Linen closet,” I say.
But he knows where the towels are.
The mattress shifts, and I look to the side and watch his tall frame head straight to the bathroom.
His long legs take up a good part of his height, though he must be proportionate, and his ass is perfectly toned.
He returns with a small hand towel and gently rubs it along my backside, collecting the mess he made.
He tosses the towel to the side and lies beside me without touching me.
“You pulled out.”
“Never hurts to try something new.”
“So, that’s what Robby is like in bed?” I ask.
He smirks. “I probably would have been a little rougher, but I knew you had to be feeling last night still. But that’s more like how your first time should have been.”
I trail the tip of my index finger along his pec muscles. “I loved it.” I press my palm on his abs, throw my leg over his, and shift up to kiss him. His lips seem more than glad to meet mine, and when we part, Robby shakes his head and lets out a sigh.
“I can’t believe that was your first time. I sensed it that night; you were too tight. Too new. But I couldn’t believe it.”
“It’s okay. I can’t even sugarcoat it. It was awful the first time, but I enjoyed it after a minute. Which you should know.”
“Oh, I know. You set me off.”
I bite my lip and look away. “That was intense.”
Robby runs his hand through my damp curls. “Every time with you has been. You messaged me that you couldn’t come without me, and I’m getting to be the same way.”
“You know, Rook can still come out sometimes,” I say. I shift my eyes up to look into his dark brown eyes.
“Just sometimes,” Robby says. “When I want him to.”
And the air changes again, chilling the surface of my skin, leaving goosebumps across my body. Rook had let me have control, but Robby was reclaiming it and his identity. I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Because it was never mine to control.