Page 46 of Vicious Secrets
I don’t know. The kisses we shared tonight in the dining room breathed new life into me. The roaring spitfire that is Robyn reduced my anxiety, paranoia, and anger to ash in the domain of the people who taught me to hate touch through neglect.
“I trust you,” I force out before I finish undressing.
Lying on my side, the minx crawls over to me before my head hits the pillow. Out of the habit of mutual masturbation, I wrap my fingers around my cock and stroke myself.
Robyn’s eyes roll down my chest. My muscles flex along the path of her gaze like she’s ghosting her fingertips over them. Sitting on her hip near my waist with her body angled toward me, she wraps her fingers around the hand on my cock, squeezing my fingers every time I stroke over its head and guiding my pace.
“When you’re ready, take your hand away,” she whispers with her eyes locked on my cock. A bead of pre-cum leaks from my tip, and she licks her lips.
I groan and shudder, stopping mid-stroke.
Robyn’s head snaps to the side as her grip loosens.
“Lick it off.”
Her chest rises with a long, deep inhale. She opens and closes her mouth, gaze darting between my face and my cock like she’s checking for a trap. Or maybe she’s terrified of pushing me to the point I run off. She’s a good soul, too pure for the world she married into. Pushing anyone’s boundaries makes her nervous. I’m not special.
The world slows as Robyn lowers her mouth toward my cock. She sweeps the flat center of her tongue across its head, and my eyes flutter closed as the brief wet heat threatens to reduce me to a beggar.
“Too much?” Robyn’s voice sounds distant and underwater over the pulse echoing in my ears.
“No,” I rasp and pull my hand out from under hers.
Robyn’s safe. Robyn’s safe. Robyn’s safe.
My cock rests on her palm. The touch is nothing but an emotionless feeling of skin against skin. I swear ten minutes pass before her fist grasps me and strokes along my shaft. Pure pleasure explodes within me, moving with the ebb and flow of her hand. There isn’t a tinge or hint or stab of anything butgood.
I’ve felt like this before, and it ended with a delayed disaster.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” she whispers. Or maybe she’s yelling. I can’t tell.
I don’t dare open my eyes. Watching her watch my cock would throw me straight over the edge. I want to indulge in pleasure without the threat of rage or hypervigilance for as long as I can. Not that the bob of her hand along my shaft and the squeeze of my cock’s head make it possible for me to focus on anything but her. She could slit my throat, and I’d bleed out before noticing.
“I’m going to lick you again.”
Fuck me. What did I ever do to deserve this? It’s equal parts torture, carnal sin, and romance.
Robyn’s tongue traces the vein up the back of my shaft and over the head of my cock. Fuck it—I’m opening my eyes to watch her. The chances of me lasting very long just went right out the window.
Our gazes collide. I forget how to breathe as she looks at me like she’s seconds from devouring me whole. Her hand loses rhythm, and her teeth drag over her wet bottom lip.
“Do it,” I say and force an inhale. I want her mouth on me even if the resulting panic burns me alive.
Robyn moves one of my hands to her thigh. “Tap out if it’s too much.”
A pang of what I can only assume is hysteria punches me square in the chest. She cares so fucking much about making this good for me. And even if she asks, “Are you okay?” every ten minutes for the next ten hours, I won’t get sick of it. I’ll fall in love.
Another lick up my shaft knocks a moan loose. I press into the bed as she wets my cock with open-mouth kisses. Robyn’s eyes flick up to my face as she sucks me into her mouth. The heat of her stare is as hot as her mouth, both branding me as hers. I know she’s watching me for signs of distress, but the unrelenting stare adds to how unbelievably sexy she looks with my cock between her lips.
Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock, and the following zaps of pleasure knock my eyes closed. A full-body shudder rattles my bones as she bobs her head, taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth with every stroke. She moves slowly, dragging her lips and tongue along me.
“Fuck, babe,” I groan. “Your mouth is made for me.”
Robyn hums around me as her mouth works my cock in tandem with her hand. The vibrations, plus the laps of her tongue, make me dizzy. I relish in it, feeling safe in my own skin to allow my natural reactions through.
The world goes blank. My legs shake to the point of aching. My hips buck up, and push my cock deeper into her mouth. Tension floods from my body as bright lights flash behind my eyelids. I don’t know what she’s doing to me. Every detail of her touch blends into one.
My body jerks to a halt like I’ve been thrown from a moving car onto the pavement. My heart and lungs slam into my ribs, and I swear they stop functioning as my cum shoots into Robyn’s mouth.
