“Oh, protection.” How cute, Rob was the kind of guy who used euphemisms. I guessed that meant he wasn’t a dirty talker. Hopefully he didn’t have hang-ups about what good girls did or didn’t do in bed. Though going without a condom wouldn’t be impossible since I was on birth control, we didn’t have time to fuck properly. “There are other things we could do.”
A zing of lightning went straight through me at the way his gaze sharpened. “You are...incredible. Shouldn’t you make sure I intend to date you before we go down this road?”
I shook my head. “My self-respect isn’t tied to that, Rob. So you either want to fool around or you don’t. No strings.”
The smile he offered me was...radiant, no other word for it. You’d think no woman had ever messed around without tying it to other expectations. And hell, maybe that was the case. I didn’t care if this was a politic move, mostly because I didn’t see relationships in that light; sex shouldn’t be a leash to keep a guy in line or a choke chain that made him obey.
“Hell, yes,” he said huskily.
Beaming, I got up to close the door and lock it, then fetched a washcloth. By my calculations, we had just under an hour before my mom got home. Lots of interesting things could happen before then. As soon as I got within grabbing distance, Rob pulled me down on top of him. He seemed to want me in charge, so I straddled his hips and unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was fantastic, firm and muscled with an etched six-pack, but he wasn’t manscaped, just the right amount of chest hair. I ran my palms across his skin and flexed my fingers into his pecs. He moved under me, circling his hips so I could feel how hard he was, even through his jeans.
“I feel so dirty with you touching me like this.”
“Good or bad?” I asked.
His throat worked. “Good.”
“We don’t have time for everything I want,” I said. “So...is this okay?”
I put my hand on the fly of his jeans, and he arched off the bed. “Yeah, definitely. Christ, yes,” he growled as I unzipped him. “More, Lauren. Please.”
God, he looked sexy as he shifted back against my pillows, getting into a better position. His jeans were open to reveal a taut abdomen and boxer briefs, while his shirt bared his gorgeous chest. I wanted to lick him all over, but there was no time, if I was getting a turn, too, and I wasn’t selfless enough to forego his fingers in my panties. Shivering at the thought, I drew him out of his underwear and adjusted his clothes so it would be comfortable. I stared for a few seconds, riveted by the hard length of him jutting from my curled fingers. His skin was fever-hot and so smooth, but I’d never really pictured this part of Rob. My sex dreams of him tended to be soft R, but this was full-on triple-X and he was flipping luscious.
“This good?” Maybe I was admiring him too much while I stroked, but from the way his eyes went glassy and the high flush on his cheeks, he liked it.
“Yeah.”
As I put my face closer, exhaling warmly, he actually quivered, and a dot of pearly fluid appeared on the tip. That reminded me of what I needed to make this good for him, given the time allotted, so I grabbed the bottle of lotion on my night table and warmed some in my palms until they were slippery. Rob reacted to the lubrication, a soft jerk upward before I even touched him. When I curled my hand around him, he made the most delicious noise.
Moving my hand, I whispered, “I need you to tell me how you like it.”
If Rob wasn’t a talker now, he would be by the time I finished with him. There was no better way to please him than to make him ask for he wanted, plus hearing it turned me on. I was soft and slick, aching, when he turned his face toward me, lips slightly parted, like he’d forgotten how to speak, just because of what I was doing to him.
“Like that, only more.” He swallowed. “Harder.”
“Show me.”
He didn’t resist. Relaxing, he covered my fingers with his and refined my strokes, each movement longer and rougher than mine. So Rob doesn’t want gentle. Noted. Once I had the rhythm, his hand fell away, but he gave his whole body to the motion, lifting his hips to push into my hand until it felt like he was fucking my fist, and I could so imagine how that would feel for real. I ached for him, echoing each throb with one of my own. Watching his face as the pleasure blazed higher—that was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“You said you used to think about me naked. What else?”
“Now?” he gasped.
“Definitely now. And not the most innocent fantasy. I want your dirtiest secret.”
“I can’t.” But he didn’t stop moving. If anything, his hips worked faster.
“Tell me, or I stop.” I wouldn’t, but he didn’t know that.
“At this point, I’d finish on my own.”
“But it wouldn’t be as good.” My fingers loosened, teasing him. I wanted so badly to find out what kind of sex Rob fantasized about.
He groaned, thighs tensing. “You were in high school...that was dirty enough.”
“Tell me.”
“You come out to the garage like you did that one time. Only not to ask for a ride.”
“Are you sure?” I worked harder, prompting a moan.
“Not in my truck. You have on that red dress and you’re not wearing any panties. I know, because you just...show me, without saying anything.” His voice sounded hoarse, but also eager, as if speaking the first words unlocked some secret door inside him.
“What happens next?”
“You climb up on the hood on my truck and...touch yourself. I’m just watching at first.”
“Not for long?”
“Eventually I can’t stand it and I have to join you. Taste you. I go down on you right there.” As he whispered the last, his body locked and he came, panting my name.
I caught the fluid in the washcloth, minimizing the mess, and then I snuggled up against him, stroking his chest gently. For long moments, his arms were unsteady as he held me but eventually, he captured my chin in warm fingers and gazed at me sternly. “I can’t believe you made me tell you that.”
As dirty fantasies went, it wasn’t so shocking. I might make it come true someday; I still had the red dress. “Pfft, you need to do me now. Or would you rather I just use you?”
“I’m interested.”
“Lay back, jeans off.”
I didn’t have the patience for him to figure out my sex buttons right then anyway. For a quick orgasm, it was better this way. Rob shucked his jeans off and tucked his penis back into the briefs. “I’m yours to command.”