Page 47 of Famous Last Words (New York Thunder #1)
CHAPTER 47
ROBBIE
I barely managed to hold my shit together long enough to make it back to my apartment. Hanging on by a frayed thread, I led Fran through the reporters still crowded outside the building, every last bit of my resolve slipping the closer we got to finally being alone.
Now, stepping off the elevator, my hand still gripping hers like if I let go, she might disappear into thin air, I enter the code, shouldering my way through the door and pulling Fran inside with me, barely clearing the doorway before I have her pressed up against the wall.
Flanking her, I stare down into her eyes like she hung the fucking moon, because today, last night… hell, every day since I saw her standing right here in this very doorway, glaring at me with a look that could kill and a stick wedged firmly up her ass, Fran Keller has helped bring a little light to the darkness that’s surrounded me for far too long.
Fran gapes up at me, her perfect pink lips parted to make way for a breath. Her eyes are wide, frantically flitting between mine, lust and something else gleaming in her gaze.
“I need to tell you something,” I murmur, leaning down to breathe her in, kissing the hot spot at the base of her neck and reveling in the way that, with just one sweep of my tongue, her body shivers.
“What is it?” She practically pants, her hand pressed against my chest, fisting my sweatshirt in an attempt to hold me back while still keeping me close.
I pull back, gauging her as I say, “I lied to you.”
Her eyebrows draw together as she studies me like she’s trying to make sense of my words, and when I witness a flicker of disappointment in her gaze, I know I need to clarify quickly. “That night in my hotel room—” I search her eyes, watching her pretty head work overtime. “When you tried to kiss me?”
As if she suddenly remembers, she throws her head back. “Ugh. Please don’t remind me.”
I chuckle, cupping her face with both my hands and forcing her eyes on mine. She tries to glare at me, but there’s no malice whatsoever.
“I lied,” I whisper, pecking a kiss to the very tip of her perfect nose.
“What do you mean, you?—”
“It was me,” I interject, staring at her.
She looks at me for a long moment, blinking once.
“ I tried to kiss you .”
After a few long seconds of silence, a smile blooms over her face, and she playfully smacks my chest. “Are you serious right now?”
I nod sheepishly.
“You asshole !” She huffs an incredulous laugh, smacking me again. “I was mortified. I can’t believe you—” She stops then, studying me closely as if she’s just realized something, one of her eyes narrowing dubiously. And suddenly I’m nervous.
“So, let me get this straight.” She taps her chin as if in mock consideration. “First of all, you lied to keep me there. Against my will.”
“Bit dramatic, but o kay,” I mutter.
Ignoring me, she continues. “Then you tried to kiss me and led me to believe it was me all along…” She arches a brow.
I roll my eyes because she makes it sound so sordid.
“You love me,” she teases.
Watching her closely, I chuckle lowly again, considering myself. I know she’s just playing, but what’s the point in denying it? Planting my hands against the wall on either side of her head, I lean in, grin lingering. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
She sucks in a breath, her smile faltering. She stares at me again, only this time she’s looking at me like she can’t believe I just said that. And frankly, neither can I. But I did. And despite the obvious trepidation in her eyes, there’s no way I’m taking it back. Because it’s the truth. And I refuse to lie to this woman. Never again.
“Did you—” She swallows hard, her gaze flitting from my eyes, down to my lips, and back again. “Did you just say…”
I wait for her to get her words out, but she’s clearly having difficulty. My smile lingers, and sure, I could let her suffer a little while longer, but my dick has been painfully hard for the best part of the last forty minutes, and right now, I just need to be inside the woman I love.
“Yes, Keller,” I say, closing the sliver of distance between us, grinding against her so she can feel just how much I want her, my lips ghosting the corner of her gaping mouth. “I did.”
“Robbie,” is all she says, her voice barely a whisper.
I shake my head. “Don’t say it.” I press a kiss against the sensitive skin just beneath her ear. “I didn’t say it just so you would say it back.” I pull away so I can meet her gaze again, staring into her eyes. “I know how you feel. And it’s enough.”
She blinks, opening her mouth probably to object because, above anything else, Fran Keller will never not be a mouthy brat. With a grin, I place a finger against her lips, silencing her, and after a moment, she nods once.
“Now,” I say, dragging my finger from her lips, down her chin, allowing it to fall to her chest that’s heavin g with her breaths. Trailing it into the opening of her shirt, I trace between her breasts, smirking when I see goosebumps come alive all over her skin. “I need you, baby.”
She shudders when I move my hand down over her shirt, cupping her breast a little roughly, a whimper slipping from her lips when I pinch the hardening nipple through her clothes.
“And after the last few days, I have a lot of stress to take out…” I say carefully, grazing my teeth over her neck before soothing the sting with my tongue. “Will you make me feel better?”
“Yes…” Fran says through a sigh.
“Yeah?” I coo, tugging on her shirt.
She looks up at me, her eyes alight with need, hands moving directly to the front of my jeans, palming my painfully hard cock. And only because I know I have the go ahead, with both hands I grab the placket of her shirt and tear it open, buttons flying everywhere.
More than a little surprised, she pauses, looking down at her gaping shirt and back up to me. “That was Ralph Lauren.”
“I’ll buy you a thousand fucking more,” I mutter, leaning down to shove my tongue in her adorably gaping mouth. She accepts it greedily, moaning into the kiss.
Crouching down enough to grab her behind her thighs, I lift her up, deepening our kiss so she can’t object and try to tell me she’s too heavy like the last time. Complying, she wraps her legs around my hips and moans against my tongue when my straining cock hits her at just the right angle between us. The filthy little brat grinds her needy cunt against me as I walk us into the living room, and it’s almost too much.
I pull away from our kiss first, steadying her back on her feet, and when I get a good look at her in the dwindling afternoon light, I’m taken aback. Yes, she’s beautiful, but she’s also so fucking horny, I bet she can’t even see straight—eyes dazed, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. Fuck, this woman. I love her. I fucking love her. So much, it hurts.
With one hand, I reach behind my shoulder and tug my sweatshirt over my head, tossing it to the side.
Fran’s eyes are hungry as she drinks in my naked chest, her fingers finding my jeans again. But I stop her, holding her wrists with gentle force, and her eyes flare as if to say how dare you stop me . I bite back my chuckle.
“I want you naked,” I say, voice low and gravelly. “ Now .”
She shrugs off her defunct shirt, making quick work of her bra. My mouth waters as her tits spill free, nipples like stone, begging for my tongue. Somehow, I refrain, watching her as she unfastens her jeans, pushing them and her panties down over those fleshy hips and thick thighs. She kicks them and her shoes off in one fell swoop, and I can’t help but grin because, man, I love it when she’s fucking desperate.
With my eyes fixed on hers, I push my jeans and boxers down, sinking onto the sofa.
“Get on your knees.”
She drops to her knees in front of me, helping me with my shoes and pants all while staring unabashedly at my cock as I stroke it slowly.
“Like what you see?”
Nodding, she licks her lips, and I’m forced to stifle a groan.
I shift lower into the sofa, spreading my thighs a little wider. “You gonna suck it or just stare at it?”
With her eyes on mine, Fran moves in closer, her nails dragging up the inside of my thighs before wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock. And then, gripping me firmly, she lays her wet tongue out flat and licks the swollen tip, collecting the bead of precum and humming in appreciation.
My head falls back with a ragged sigh, and I close my eyes, focusing on steady breaths as she licks me again, swirling her tongue around the head. I need to steel myself because right now I could seriously blow my load.
I reach out and smooth her hair back from her face, taking the chance to gently grab the back of her head. I fist her hair and encourage her with a slight push. Thankfully, she takes the hint, opening wider and taking me deep in her mouth. So deep, a rough growl reverberates at the back of my throat.
Through hazy eyes, I watch Fran as she bobs up and down, taking me deeper each time, using her hands to meet her lips. When I hit the back of her throat, she gags, and I hiss a breath through my teeth, tugging a little harder on her hair because holy fucking shit. All I want is to fuck her pretty, sassy little mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” I mutter. “You look so pretty with your mouth full of my dick.”
Fran’s eyes are glassy when they meet mine, tears pooling in them. She releases my cock with a wet pop, dragging her tongue up and down, base to tip, and around the head. Then, staring directly at me, she shocks me and spits on it, collecting the saliva with her hand and jerking me off.
“Yeah, there’s my dirty little slut ,” I manage through clenched teeth.
Her eyes flare and she dips her head, licking my balls, taking one into her mouth and then the other, working me over with her hand.
“Fuck!” I shout as she sucks, the hold I have of her hair surely painful.
Releasing my balls, Fran goes back to my dick, taking me in, and then, because I seem to have lost all inhibitions, I push her head all the way down, angling my hips and reveling in the sounds she makes as she chokes.
Easing just enough, I skate my thumb down her cheek, collecting the tears that have fallen over. “You good?” I ask through my own panting breaths.
She nods quickly, and then she’s taking me deep again, choking more. And she likes it. She fucking likes it. So far be it from me to deny my girl. I guide her head, pushing her deeper and deeper, her throat relaxing more every time. I dou bt she can breathe when I’m all the way to the hilt, cheeks reddening, tears streaming, but she’s loving every second of it, coating my cock with her saliva.
“Shit, baby,” I grunt. “I’m gonna come.” I pump into her, holding the back of her head and fucking her throat. “Any. Fucking. Second.”
Fran hums, not letting up.
“You gonna swallow my cum like my good little slut?” I fist her hair, tugging on it hard and catching her gaze.
She hums again, closing her eyes and then, shocking me, with my dick down her throat, she slides her finger down, under my balls and presses my fucking taint, causing me to detonate like a goddamn bomb.
“Jesus. Fuck. Mother of—Shit!” I hold her head, releasing deep in her throat, reveling at the sound of her gagging, only prolonging my orgasm.
My head is dizzy, my entire body lax when I finally come to. Threads of saliva connect my dick to Fran’s lips as she pulls away, sitting back on her haunches and wiping the back of her hand over her mouth, smirking at me.
“You,” I say, shaking my head and holding my hand out for her, “better get your fucking ass up here.”
With a mischievous snicker, she climbs up onto me, her thighs falling either side of my hips. I look down to see her cunt right there, less than an inch from my still semi-hard dick, and the sight of her glistening pussy and the mouthwatering scent of her arousal makes my balls ache, cock stirring again.
“Look at you,” I say under my breath, not sure she even heard me. But the way the setting sun is shining in through the windows, backlighting her like a beautiful x-rated angel, the way her hair is mussed from the hold I had of her just minutes ago, the soft curves of her body. She’s a sight to behold. And again, I fucking love this woman. I can’t believe I get to call her mine.