Page 17 of Come Find Me Tonight

Before she can move, I bend her over the side of the chair, grazing my fingertips up the side of her soft hip under the slippery material.

No panties.

I unbutton my jeans, and the sound of my zipper going down fills the silence.

Ugh, I’m such a fucking idiot for telling her not to speak before asking her about her birth control status.

“Are you on the pill? Answer me, Appa.” I nearly slip into my true voice but remind myself this whole thing is about her fantasy of Rook.

“Yes.” Her voice isn’t the confident, sassy fireball it was last night. I let myself graze the curve of her backside with my splayed fingers to not miss a square inch of her smooth, rounded bottom. From her tone, I can sense how scared she is now, but she must know this will feel good.

I pull my painfully hard and throbbing dick from my pants, making the foil packets in my pocket slightly crinkle. “Good, ‘cause you’re gonna need it.” I give my length a quick rub and line myself up between her legs. She jumps when my tip brushes her moist underside, her thighs jerking as if the contact shocked her.

Now or never.

This is what Rook would do.

Before I can overthink anymore, I bury myself right up to my balls in one rushed thrust. She gasps loudly, echoing off the walls—too loudly for my comfort. Her insides instantly clench around me with a vise grip.

Has she not been opened before?

I’m not massive but still above average, so I know this can’t be comfortable for her from the lack of warming her up. Again, a Rook move. I exhale, trying to calm my racing heart. She feels amazing. Impossibly tight, molten with a welcoming warmth. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of for six years. Her pussy feels brand new, like no one else has been here before, but there’s no way she’d be a virgin now. I should have gotten between her legs first before entering her. But the guilt pricks my neck with sweat because of the way her body tensed up, and she groaned. I must have caused her pain.

Please don’t bleed.

Her body’s tension tells me it’s been a while for her, and I hope she ends up enjoying this. Holding still, I lightly rub her satin-coated back even though my body wants to shake from not thrusting. My thighs, pressed against the back of hers, ache.

You’re going to be okay, Appa.

I’ll wait for as long as she needs to let her body relax despite being enveloped by her tightness, and I know once I start thrusting, I’m going to be a goner fast. Rook would just start thrusting without a care, but I won’t hurt this girl any more tonight. Turns out, Robby isn’t as benched as I thought.

Within minutes, her body relaxes as if she exhaled a very deep breath, and her breathing seems closer to normal again. Like she might have a sliver of trust in me. Her grip on me remains, but she seems less clenched now.

I thrust my hips slowly, and her hips meet mine in a consistent rhythm. “You’re a greedy girl, Appa,” I say through clenched teeth. I almost blew my cover with my voice but managed to whisper it enough to sound like Rook.

I dig my fingers into her hips and start pumping in and out faster and harder. The sound of skin slapping fills the house. This kind of pacing is rougher than my usual preference, but this is Rook fucking Appa, making her cry out in pleasure. I know she’s going to be sore later with small bruises sprinkled along her hips. In a smug way, it’s something to remember me by. Her loud moan shakes me out of my overthinking of what I am doing to her as her muscles clench tightly around me like she’s coming, and that’s my undoing. The tension building in my groin and thighs is relieved as I shoot deep inside of her. My body trembles as I come down from the high, and her shoulders slump forward like she’s completely spent.

Holy fuck.

No one’s ever felt this good before. I knew at that fucking party she’d be unreal to fuck, but I want more than that. “Go take a warm bath with the salts I sent you. And lock the damn door,” I quietly say, gently pulling out of her. I fasten my jeans and leave her bent over the chair, but allow Robby one more light caress down her backside as if it’s an apology for the roughness. Her skin is warmer now, and I’m sure the cheeks of her face must be burning right now from her intense orgasm and from being pressed into the cushion.

Have I ever made a girl come that hard?

Turning to the door, I close my eyes. I should stay. Take care of her. Clean her up. But that’s not Rook.

Maybe part of me was hoping she’d chase after me and want to know who I am, but looking over my shoulder, I don’t think she’s moved a muscle. I almost turn back like a magnetic pull is drawing me to her, and I fantasize about picking her up and taking her upstairs to the bathtub before kissing every inch of her. But she needs space after that and wouldn’t be ready to hear about how I’ve been watching her for years.

I make it to my car within seconds, feeling like I have to get out of here before someone comes after me. But something makes my stomach churn as soon as I am seated in the driver’s seat… I just filled her with my DNA. If she didn’t want it like this, she could easily have a rape kit conducted, and I’d be cooked.

No, she enjoyed it and came on my dick.

She didn’t tell me to stop or fight.

She wanted this.

It’s all going to be fine.

…I think.