Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Her tongue flicked out to lick it away, making my cock twitch at the memory of that tongue circling around my head after she’d fucking crawled to me.
I couldn’t have known how hot that would be until I was witnessing it.
“Yeah,” I said, clearing my throat. “Why?”
“You looked a little sad,” she admitted. “Which should be impossible when Dr. Frank N. Furter is on the TV,” she said, waving toward the television with her fry. On the screen, The Time Warp was playing over the end credits.
“I’m still confused by this movie.”
“What’s confusing?”
“So, he’s an alien, doctor, cross-dresser, bisexual, murdering cannibal?”
“I mean, you missed out the whole stitching-a-guy-together-to-become-his-plaything part, but yes.”
“And you want to see this… live?” I asked, not entirely sure how such a thing would be possible.
“It’s not like a play,” she explained. “There are real actors who do audience participation while the movie plays. Which is a complete nightmare but I figure if I sit far enough back, I can avoid being chosen.”
I’d tried to find a local Rocky Horror Picture Show live performance but hadn’t had much luck, so I had to settle for renting the movie.
She’d been just as thrilled, honestly. So it was a win. Even if I couldn’t sing along with her. I did let her teach me how to do The Time Warp, though. But I’d die before I let my club brothers know that little tidbit.
“So you’re really into live performances.”
“I haven’t been to as many as I want to. I mean, it’s not like we’re close to Broadway all the way down here. But it’s definitely on my list. I’d love to go up to New York for like a week and see all the shows I’ve been meaning to.”
“That sounds like a great idea.”
“But that was in no way me saying it is okay for you to set up something like that,” she said, giving me a look she probably hoped would be stern, but it just came off as cute as fuck instead.
“Why not?” I asked, knowing full well that in a matter of a few hours she would want nothing to do with me ever again.
“Because this probably already cost an absolute fortune.”
“Nah. Teddy is a generous guy.” I mean, I’d paid for the food, spa treatments, and tips, but the room itself was free of charge, since no one had it booked anyway.
“He sounds it. I have to get his address from you or something, so I can thank him for the room. And the use of his house, boat, parasailing equipment, and personal driver.”
“I can give you that,” I said, though I was pretty sure Teddy was still planning to reach out about plants personally in the near future.
“Good. Now. Where’s my cheesecake?” she asked, making a laugh escape me.
“You still have room?” I asked, looking around at our empty plates.
“For cheesecake? Always.”
“Then you will have cheesecake,” I said, gathering the plates, putting them back on the tray, leaving that in the elevator before sending it down, then calling in the order.
When I came back, though, Rue grabbed my wrist before I could sit down on the other couch.
I knew I needed to pull away, to put some space between us, to give her less to regret later.
But when she pulled, I was fucking helpless but to drop down next to her.
And when she mustered her confidence to move to straddle me, her soft lips landing on mine, there was no way to stop myself from wrapping my arms around her, from deepening the kiss, from getting as lost in the moment as she was.
I’d go to hell for it, but I reached to remove her sash, then pressed the robe open until it fell down around her, leaving her breathtakingly naked again.
A growling sound escaped me that had her pupils blowing wide and her hips doing a little involuntary wiggle against my steadily stiffening cock.
She reached down between us, impatiently yanking the towel out of the way so she could rock her bare, wet pussy against me without the barrier.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my forehead pressing to her shoulder.
“Please,” she begged softly, her fingers in my hair as she rocked against me.
I couldn’t say no when she asked so nicely.
Or, at least, that was what I was telling myself as I reached toward the coffee table for my wallet, finding the condom inside, then sliding it on.
Her brows furrowed as I reached to push her off my lap, though.
“Just turning you,” I assured her, pulling her back to straddle me, but with her back to my chest. “Now ride me,” I demanded.
On a little mewling sound, she reached down for my cock, guided it, then shifted until she slid down on it.
“Fuck,” I groaned as her tight pussy closed around me, pulling me in deep.
“Oh,” Rue cried, the new position engaging her G-spot.