Page 41 of Date Knight (Roll for Romance #2)

I sat up incredulously. “I thought we talked about this, Philip,” I said with a gasp. But when my eyes focused, I saw that he was on his knees, stroking himself as he watched me. And if I thought I’d been wet before, I was positively melting now, watching him watch me hungrily.

“Please tell me you brought a condom,” I groaned, desperate for what was currently in his hand to be inside me instead. I nearly collapsed in relief when he grinned and leaned over, plucking one from the side pocket of his open suitcase.

“I thought you said you weren’t expecting this?”

“Like I said before,” he said, tearing open the packet and rolling it over his cock. “Wanting and expecting aren’t the same thing. And fuck, Amy, I want you so bad.”

“Then hurry up and take me.”

I saw a flicker in his jaw, and then, an impossibly quick moment later, I was pressed firmly back into the bed, and he was nudging at my entrance.

He moved slowly at first, stretching me, easing in. But I was ready, and I wanted to feel him inside me now . So I put my hands against the headboard and pushed, bringing him all the way into me.

“Fuck, Amy,” he said, pulling out slowly and pushing in again, and again I moved him faster, desperate for more of the fullness I got every time he bottomed out inside me.

“Yes, that’s the idea,” I said, bucking my hips. “Fuck me, Phil. I’m begging you.”

He shook his head, his beard brushing my face. “I won’t last. I need to feel you come first.”

“Please,” I whispered, making him look at me, and a pained look crossed his face before something hungry took over. I felt a flutter in my stomach at the intent I saw in his eyes.

“If you say so.”

He pulled out of me, making me whimper, then flipped me over on the bed.

He nudged my legs apart with his knee, then reached forward to wrap an arm between me and the bed, pulling me back to him.

When he slammed into me from behind, I nearly cried out in delight, having to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet.

His pace quickened, and with each feeling of fullness and release, I built closer and closer towards my climax.

I knew he must have been close too, because he hunched forward over me, bringing his hand to my front and helping me along with his fingers.

It only took a few seconds of that before I felt myself come undone, constellations forming in my vision, heat radiating outward from where he still pushed into me.

“Oh fuck, Amy,” he said behind me as he felt me come around him, just like he’d wanted, and I felt him start to move even faster. “It’s so good. You’re so good.”

I brought my face to the mattress as I came down from my orgasm and pressed my hips back, changing up the angle, and he groaned. Just a few seconds later, he came too, pulling me back into him and wrapping his arms tight around me as he did.

There was a wonderful moment of heat and sweat and sweet relief as he collapsed forward over me, catching his breath, and I felt full in more ways than one.

But the moment he pulled out of me to go deal with the condom, I felt myself go cold.

Maybe it was from the lack of Phil around and in me, or maybe it was because part of me was bracing for what had happened earlier; for him to freak out and create distance.

But as soon as he finished in the bathroom, he was right there in bed next to me, spooning me from behind, nuzzling his face into my hair. I sighed in relief and let myself meld into him, entwining my legs with his and lacing our fingers together.

“That was incredible,” he said, then pushed up onto his elbow and turned me so I could look at him. “ You’re incredible.” Then he leant down and pressed a kiss to my mouth, smiling into it.

“Back at ya,” I said, trying to mirror his enthusiasm, but part of me was still unwinding.

“Oh shit,” he said, pulling back from me and frowning, clearly picking up on my lingering anxiety. “Did you not come? I’m so sorry, I thought you did, but I was so close, maybe it was just wishful thi?—”

I lifted my head to silence him with a kiss, trying not to laugh at how panicked he sounded. It made me feel better.

“I assure you,” I said with faux gravity, “I definitely came.”

He smiled in relief before his brow pinched together again. “Wait, then what’s wrong?”

After all that, there was no reason to mince words. I needed to assuage my fears once and for all.

“What does this mean?”

He twisted his face in confusion, like it should be obvious; as if I’d asked him for the answer to two plus two. “What do you mean, what does it mean?”

“Like, for us,” I clarified, sitting up and pulling the closest sheet over my body as I wrapped my arms around my knees. Phil sat up, too, but he didn’t look self-conscious at all. He just propped himself up against the headboard, his legs splayed out in front of us.

“God, this has actually never happened to me,” he said, frowning as he thought. “Well, you’re already my girlfriend.”

“Your fake girlfriend,” I reminded him.

“Ah, well there you go,” he said, nodding and smiling as if I’d just handed him the answer. “We just drop the fake part, yeah?”

“Yeah?”

He nodded.

“And the breakup timeline? We just drop that, too?”

“That would be the idea.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You sure you don’t wanna think about this a little bit? Let the post-nut clarity kick in?”

Phil rolled his eyes. “Why, do you not want to be my girlfriend?”

“Oh my god,” I said, sighing. “This is exhausting. Yes, I want to be your girlfriend, Phil. I’ve wanted to be your girlfriend since I was old enough to like boys.”

Phil curled his lip as he nodded. “Okay, yeah, well, maybe let’s not talk about being children whilst we’re naked.”

I laughed. “Sorry.”

“But just to be clear, I also want you to be my girlfriend. I’ve wanted it for a long time.”

I frowned. “Really?”

He nodded. “Really. Not quite as long, admittedly, but long enough.”

“And you’re not embarrassed by me?”

“Jesus Christ, Amy. You’re fucking exhausting, yeah? No, I’m not embarrassed by you, and I’ll prove it.”

I swatted him on the arm as he rolled over to grab his phone off the nightstand. There were two messages waiting in the group chat:

CHLOE

When you two are done with your little couple’s moment, could you please come back out?

JACK

Chloe’s mad that she missed the flower crown workshop and would like to make a gameplan for tomorrow.

Phil smiled and typed out a reply.

PHIL

Tell her she should spend less time at the mead tent tomorrow then. And maybe you should start without us– I think we’ve got at least one more round in us.

I snatched the phone away. “You’re not fucking sending that to my brother !”

But when I looked down at it, I saw to my horror that, in the act of snatching the phone away, I’d already hit send myself, though not before adding a few random characters and a potato emoji to the end.

Almost immediately, a GIF came through from Chloe of someone on Hot Ones throwing up in their mouth.

“I can’t believe you just sent that to your brother ,” Phil mocked, grabbing his phone back and throwing it onto the floor on the other side of the bed before wrapping me in his arms. He pressed his mouth to mine again, and this time our kiss was sweet and slow.

After years of dancing around one another, we were finally, blissfully, on the same page.

The kiss deepened over the next couple of minutes, and his hands began to roam over my body, making me shiver.

“I love making you do that,” he said with a chuckle, but it cut off mid-laugh when I reached between us and took him in my hand.

“What was that about another round?” I asked.

He shook his head. “You’re welcome to try for a bit if you fancy, but I’ll need a while longer.”

I pouted in response, and he narrowed his eyes.

“ But ,” he said, and I smiled hopefully, “I feel pretty confident in my ability to get you there again, at least once. And I’ve been dreaming of you in a different position…”

He flipped both of us this time so I was sat on top of him. I could see the tip of him peeking out between us as I straddled him, and I grabbed the headboard with my hands. “Right here?” I asked, sliding back and forth along his length, but he shook his head.

“No,” he said, then hooked his forearms under my thighs. He pulled me all the way forward, until I was hovering just above his chin. “Right here,” he said, and I could feel the vibration of his voice and the tickle of his beard on my still-swollen skin.

Then he closed his mouth around me once again, and I tilted my head back and let myself go for good.