Watch Me - Page 113

“Then take it.”

Giving me his wicked grin, he lowers my head to his cock. When his tip touches my lips, I part them and flick my tongue out to taste him. Groaning, he thrusts deep inside my mouth, making me gag slightly. He waits until I relax my throat for him. With a smile, he fucks my face, thrusting like he did in my core. Hard and fast. His blue eyes hold mine.

My desire swells with each thrust, and I try to suck and lick when I can. There’s something about giving in to him that appeals to something deep inside me. When I reach up and cup his tight balls, he explodes down my throat with a shout. I swallow all of him and lick him clean as he pulls my head back.

His mouth captures mine, and he tastes me. I can taste myself on his tongue.

When he releases my mouth, he leans his forehead against mine. “This will be a never-ending thing. I get you off. You get me off. So I get you off. Not that I’m complaining, but we have work today.”

I grin up at him, and he leans in to take my mouth again, pressing me down into the bed. I could forget all about work in this bed. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I drag him down with me. Suddenly, playing hooky seems like an excellent use of both of our time.

“I want to fuck your ass again,” he says against my lips.

My body clenches at his words.

He lifts off me and stands. His gaze rakes over my aroused body. My skin is flushed. My nipples hard. My pussy aches.

He groans and finds my pajamas and panties. “I’d offer to shower with you again, but I’d just fuck you more, and if I fuck you again, I’ll want to bury my cock so deep in your ass…” Touching his fingers against his lips, he shakes his head. “It’s too soon for that.”

I sit up and sigh. He’s right. Neither of us would have the willpower to not fuck in the shower. And if he wanted my ass, I’d let him have it, knowing I’d shatter on his cock all over again.

He groans and leans down to kiss me. When he pulls back, he heads to the bathroom. “You are addictive, sweetheart.”

He closes the door and I whisper, “So are you.”

I don’t know how to feel about any of this. Is this really just about sex? The soft moments with them weigh on my mind, but so far, it’s been a lot of sex, and I’m not complaining. They’re definitely making up for my lack of experimenting in college.

It’s still early, so the apartment is empty as I walk through to my room. When I enter my bedroom, a beep catches my attention.

Yesterday, I found my old cell phone in one of the boxes. Dead, of course. I found the charger and plugged it in.

I sit on the bed as I lift my phone. There are so many messages.

Robert:

I hope you’re okay. A guy took you to the hospital.

Robert:

When are you coming home?

Robert:

Guys came and moved your stuff. Are you moving out?

Robert:

Why aren’t you answering me? Did I do something wrong?

Robert:

I hope you’re doing well. Your boss stopped by and asked me some questions. He said they moved you somewhere safe.

Robert:

If you need a place to stay, I have a couch. You could use the bed.

Robert: