I do my best not to glare at him, not wanting to give him any satisfaction, but from the glint in his eyes, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
He rolls me onto my back, and he slowly kisses his way down my body, lavishing attention on one nipple and then the other. Rob spreads my legs wide, putting them over each shoulder, and he proceeds to lick me out. I grip his hair and move my hips, biting my tongue so I won’t cry out. If he can’t tell that I’m close, maybe I’ll be able to—
No. Rob's withdrawing already. All around his mouth and chin is shiny from my juices, and he winks at me as he guides me to roll over. I figure he's about to finger me some more, but no, he lifts my butt into the air and licks my pussy from behind. Holy hell, is that sexy as fuck. I'm about to lose my mind when he pulls away again, and I can't help groaning and slapping the bed.
He chuckles. “Pure torture,” he says. “You wouldn’t have to deal with all of this if you would have caved.”
“Do your worst,” I say.
Rob lifts up the mattress enough to grab a condom, and he rips it open and rolls it on in seconds. He’s behind me, entering me, punishing me with his cock, his hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, and I take each unremitting thrust with delight, needing this, needing him.
Because he already came, he lasts so much longer this time, and we go through several positions—reverse cowgirl, on the edge of the bed, even standing up with my back against the wall, one leg held up by him. This stretches me out more, giving him more room to maneuver.
“I hate you,” I say.
He grabs my hair and tilts my head to the side before kissing me, almost punishing me with his lips and tongue, and it's a good thing I'm pinned against the wall because I don't know how I'm standing.
“I hate you too,” he says, pumping into me even faster now. “I. Hate. You.”
But the look in his eyes says differently, and I’m sure mine do too, and it’s all I can do not to freak out as he kisses me again, his hand on my throat as if he owns me.
And maybe he does.
I finally cry out as the orgasm that has been building and then receding so many times finally boils over.
Rob thrusts a few more times before he cries out, too, and his entire body shudders.
I smile as I cup his cheek. "Now, do you get why I gave you head?"
He nods, his expression a bit dazed.
"You're all sweaty, " I note. "Want to shower together? We can wash each other off… maybe get each other off again… definitely me. Maybe you. If your balls can't handle coming again, maybe after the shower, we can head back here…"
“You’re that addicted to my cock, huh?”
“Oh, yes. I’ve missed your cock. The rest of you? Not so much, but your cock…” I reach down to touch him, but before I can, there’s a knock on the door, and whoever it is doesn’t wait. They just open the door as we’re scrambling to get dressed.
“Dude, you can’t just walk in—Who the hell are you?”
I have my back to the door, and I shove my shirt on, not bothering with my bra, and I look over my shoulder and gasp.
It’s my fucking father.
In Rob’s room.
After we just had sex.
Still mostly naked.
“Who the hell are you?” Rob repeats.
“Father, you need to leave and now,” I spit out.
“This is your father?” Rob crosses his arms. He has his feet in his boxes, but he hasn’t pulled them up, so he’s visibly naked. He even still has the condom on his cock.
“Come with me for a ride, Katie. Once you’ve gotten dressed.”
I flare my nostrils. “No.”