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Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered that Tyler and Jeremy were waiting in the car. That they could walk in at any moment. But the thought only made the heat between us burn hotter.
Robert’s hands were under my sweater now, his touch igniting a fire in my skin. My nails dug into his shoulders as I kissed him harder, trying to pour every ounce of anger, confusion, and longing into the moment.
“I hate you,” I whispered, even though it was the furthest thing from the truth.
“I know,” he said, his voice low and rough.
He picked me up by my legs so that they wrapped around his waist, and he carried me into a closet, closing the door behind us. Only a thin crack of light showed beneath the door. We had to feel our way through the darkness to each other’s bodies, but it felt easy, second nature. I somehow knew his body like my own.
The world outside the two of us didn’t exist anymore. There was no Jeremy, no Tyler, no guilt or frustration or fear. There was only him—his touch, his breath, his heat—and the way he made me feel like I was coming apart and being put back together all at once.
Robert’s hands cupped my breasts under my sweater, holding the weight of them in his strong and rough hands, and his fingers tweaked at my nipples as he breathed heavily against my lips.
I was slick inside my jeans, rubbing against the inside seam of my zipper as his bulge pushed against my wet spot. I needed him.
I groaned at the feeling of his cock pressed against my neediness, and I bit at his bottom lip, tugging it into my mouth to suck on.
One of his hands traveled out of my sweater and roamed up into my hair, holding onto it tightly. He pulled my head back so that we were looking at each other in the eyes in the darkness.
My eyes had adjusted, and I could just make out his features so close to me. His eyes were serious, looking deep into my soul,and his mouth was set tightly. I could see the muscles in his jaw circulating as he tightened it.
My hair was wrapped around his fingers, and he turned his wrist to wrap it further until his hand was up against my head, cradling it. He growled, “I’m done with these games, Delia. You’re mine, or you’re nothing. I’m not sharing you.”
“I’m not asking you to share,” I breathed, gasping as he tugged on my hair harder.
“Tell me that you’ll be mine, or this has to end,” he demanded, trailing his nose across my jawline gently. I could feel his breath on my neck. I felt like I could feel the stirring of his heart in his chest, the beating growing stronger and faster.
He pushed his hips against mine, and his bulge’s reach deepened, stretched between my legs. I could feel his member twitching in his pants.
I reached out for him, to hold onto his body and pull him into me, but he backed up just out of my reach. “Say it,” he repeated. “Tell me, Delia.” His voice was rising, his anger audible. “I’m not fucking around. I need to know that you’re all in.”
“I’m…” I wanted to say it. I’d mean it if I said it. But I knew the secret that I had brewing, and I was terrified to let him trust me, knowing that I was untrustworthy. But he was in front of me and so sexy, and I knew the real him, and I did want him. I sighed.
“I’m yours,” I said finally. That part could be true.
“Good,” he told me, looking at me curiously with his hands still in my hair. Finally, he eased away just enough to give himself space to unbuckle my pants, pulling the zipper down as he looked in my eyes.
Then I reached out for his pants, my hands trembling as I unbuckled his belt, his eyes still on me like I was a specimen to be studied.
He smirked at my shaking hands and put his over mine, guiding my shaking fingers as I undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled his pants off, kicking out of them and shedding his shirt and sweater together in one go.
His erection sprung from his underwear, and I couldn’t help but gasp when I saw it. I’d missed it. Seeing it again, although in this dim light, reminded me of the way it had felt inside me, and I could feel my pussy drooling for it already.
I sank to my knees, wanting to worship him, and I took it in both hands, admiring the way the skin shined in the minimal lighting, the swollen head in front of me. I stroked his shaft with one hand as my tongue dragged across the ridges underneath his head, the vein that stuck out impressively.
He sighed in contentment and ran his hands down the back of my shoulder blades under my sweater. My skin lit up where he touched me, and my inner thighs trembled at the memory of the way he’d held me open as he licked me clean of all my juices.
Still licking the underside of the head of his penis, I sucked the head into my mouth, sucking the air of my cheeks in. He shuddered against me and held my head, not pushing it down but caressing it.
He braced one hand against the wall of the closet behind me as his body shook, and I took it as an invitation to suck him down my throat further. I swallowed in order to keep my mouth from trying to breathe, forcing myself to breathe through my nose as I took more and more of his penis down my throat.
I did it until I had all of it, until he was touching the back of my throat, until I could hardly breathe, until I felt a sense of panic over it, until my nose was touching his pelvis.
He was groaning, his breathing growing more and more rapid as his cock grew bigger and bigger in my mouth. It grew until it was filling my throat, until I couldn’t tell where my throat ended and his cock began.
My hands planted on his back, and the warmth of his skin was such a lovely shock against the chill of the floor on my knees.
I started to bob my head up and down his shaft, enjoying the way that my saliva gathered at the base of his penis, the way that I lost myself to sucking cock, the way that he gasped in awe of my abilities.