Page 83 of Pretty Obsessed

Voices echoed backstage but he didn't back off. "I'd like it to be. After our encore, I want you in my dressing room. Naked."

I nodded along with his words until the last. "Just naked? Or is there something else you want?"

I don't know what had come over me, but the shine in his eyes exhilarated me. He was hungry for it. I didn't speak. I waited for him to answer. I wasn't going to provide him options, dying to see what he came up with.

"Anything I want?" He glanced over his shoulder as the voices grew nearer still.

"I'm yours to use while I'm here. Can't get it if you don't request it." I played coy, grasping my hands behind my back as a shiver rolled through me. I liked the idea of River using me.

"Mine to use," he said the words and savored them. “All mine?”

I looked up into his eyes, brushing the backs of my fingers down his chest. "Do you like the idea of me being here for your use?"

"Very much." He growled out. “More than I can tell you.”

"You did invite me here as a friend… and fuck toy." It felt powerful to call all those things out. To label this for what it was.

“Toy…” The word came with a rumble in his chest. “You may regret this.”

I shook my head, unable to stop the grin spreading over my mouth. “How do you want me, River?”

“You know, I enjoy more than just the toy aspect of this." He dropped his voice, forcing me to lean in to hear him.

"That makes me very happy. I quite like when you go cat on me or read to me." He'd taken to reading aloud whatever philosophy he was currently reading after Iris left for the night. He wasn't a TV watcher. So he read, and I wrote. He'd find passages he liked and share them, and we'd discuss. It was entirely domestic in some ways. I really did think we were becoming friends, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t also the other side to our relationship. I wanted him to know how much I liked it. I matched his volume, making my voice edged with need. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to totally and completely use me for your pleasure.”

His cock pressed into his zipper, telling me all I needed to know, and when I met his eyes lust swam in them. “Are you trying to kill me?”

"Better decide. We won't have alone time for the rest of the night." I teased a finger down the centerline of his chest. “Tell me what you want, River.”

He drank me in, another growl rumbling through his chest.

“You know what you want, don’t you?”

He swallowed, side-eyeing the voices. "I want you bent over the back of the sofa, ass in the air, on display, ready to be taken the moment I get off the stage."

"Sweat dripping off you?"

"Yes, I'll be thinking about it the entire time I'm on stage."

"They're all going to see you hard and think it's for them." My fingers skimmed down to the bulge forming in his jeans.

"Good thing we know who it's for."

"You should get to it." I rubbed my fingers over his bulge.

"I know." He closed his eyes and pressed his groin into my touch. "But I don't want to."

"I'll be here."

"But for how long?" he asked, pulling back enough to look into my eyes.

Here it was. It felt like a relief to have it. To know what was expected of all of this.

"I don't know. How long did you want me to stay?"

"I hadn't really thought about it," River admitted.

My chest clenched. How could he not have thought about it? I'd thought about it constantly since we'd got here. And the whys behind it started to seep in. Was he nonchalant because he didn't care if I stayed, or because he was one of those live-in-the-moment types of guys? Or maybe he assumed I wouldn't want to leave. My job allowed me to stay. As long as I was productive, which I shockingly was.

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