“Let me guess,” I say, lifting my gaze from the floor to his face. “This doesn’t mean we’re together.”
He doesn’t answer verbally, just nods.
"Have you been with anyone else?" I ask, more curious than hurt, considering I already know about Cherise. While I haven't slept with anyone else, I can't deny that I've thought about other guys.
He scowls. “You fucking ruined me.”
I blink a few times. What the hell is he talking about? And that’s rich, considering he said that he ruined me.
“I asked out a girl, and dinner was nice enough. I went back to her place, but I… I couldn’t get it up at first. I finally did, but when she touched me, I lost my erection. I’ve never had that problem before, and it’s all your fault.”
I smile.
“Wipe that stupid grin off your face.”
“Or else what?” I ask, standing.
“You’re just like your father,” he grumbles.
“Not at all,” I say, unfazed by his words. I stalk toward him. “Seems like I’m in your head, Blackwood.”
“Don’t come any closer, Kathleen Margaret.”
I halt where I am and maintain eye contact with him for as long as I can while removing my top. “I ruined you, huh?” I ask as I reach down and fondle my boobs. I twist the nipples and moan, and sure enough, his cock is already starting to stir in his boxers. “Well, look at that. Your cock really isn’t broken as far as I’m concerned.”
“You’re a vixen,” he mutters.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I whisper, and I slide a hand down my body and start to finger myself. It’s a bit strange for me to finger myself while standing, though, so I climb back onto his bed and resume fingering. “I… I used to do this… after the cruise.”
“Do what?” he asks huskily, climbing onto the bed beside me.
I open my eyes, unsure when I closed them, and I grin when I realize he's naked again, his cock as long and hard as can be. "Touch me… while thinking about you."
“So I did ruin you.”
“Only fitting since I ruined you.”
With both hands, I grab his face and kiss him hard. He nibbles my lip, and I arch against him. Rob climbs on top of me and then slaps the side of the bed, but he doesn't have to be reminded. He hadn't just removed his boxers but the condom, too, and he grabs another. This time, I roll it onto him, and I take my time, stroking him.
“You’re going to kill my balls,” he says as he pushes himself inside me.
“There are worse things.”
“My balls beg to disagree.”
I laugh. “I am more than willing to fight your balls.”
“Fight? How about suck?”
"I've done enough sucking for today." I sigh as he pulls all the way out, and then I squeal when he slams himself into me, balls deep.
“You don’t suck at all,” he says.
"Here, I thought you would say I don't suck enough."
He grunts. “I’m never going to turn down having my cock in your mouth.”
“That so?”