Page 15 of Ride Me

One glance at the locked door and then she was pulling off her shirt, rifling through the box under the bed that held her vibrator. She angled her pillow to face the window, knowing he couldn’t see her from here, but still perversely enjoying the idea that she was giving him a show.

She should be reading. She should be focusing on logic or worrying about the sanity of her friends, but instead she pushed her shorts and pink panties down to her knees, one hand cupping her small, aching breast, while the other switched on the vibrator and let it slide along her already swollen clit.

“Rousseau,” she moaned softly, closing her eyes, unsurprised when an image of the man in question immediately appeared. He was watching her with eyes that flickered between gold and hazel, and he was smiling. He knew she wanted him to see. She tugged hard on her nipples, biting her lip at the sharp sensation.

Maybe she should get them pierced.

She’d put on the pink underwear he’d mentioned seeing her in when he’d admitted to watching her. Had he touched himself, imagining her taking them off for him?

Her fantasy nodded, desire sparking in his eyes. Yes, he’d been looking. Of course he’d stroked his thick, aching erection at the sight of her.

How could you doubt it, cher? Spread your legs and let me see how wet you are.

“Oh God.”

She hurriedly kicked off her shorts and bent her legs, spreading them obediently, her vibrator thrumming against her clit. It felt so good she knew he would be jealous of it. He wanted to be the one touching her. Wanted to taste her.

Her teeth scraped across her lower lip and her eyes flicked toward the window. She could almost see him. Almost hear him urging her on.

Inside. Fuck yourself and think of me. Give me that much.

She wasn’t this woman. Some over-sexed, crazy stalker. But she hadn’t acted normally since she’d met Rousseau. Maybe he had put her under some sort of a spell.

Her vibrator was big, but not as big as she knew he would be. She’d felt him against her. She’d have a hard time taking him. It would be so tight, so full. He’d stretch her wide, not stopping until every long, hard inch of him was buried inside. He’d torture her with shallow, dragging glides, refusing her pleas to hurry.

Faster. Harder. Please.

Her body would cling to his, muscles tightening around him until he lost his control. He’d take her nipples between his teeth, tugging as he groaned against her flesh, his hips pumping her across the bed with the power of his need.

Yes. Rousseau. Harder.

She rolled over, burying her face in her pillow, her ass in the air as she filled her sex again and again. She needed to come. Why couldn’t she come?

Your little toy isn’t enough now. Nothing will be. I’m the only one who can give you what you need, and I’ll only do that when you ask for me.

A sob escaped her lips. “Please.”

Allegra swore she heard a curse behind her, then felt a wave of heat and lust. There was a physical presence behind her, between her thighs that shouldn’t be there. Couldn’t be there.

“Rousseau?”

A phantom hand grasped her hair until her neck was arching, another gripped her hip so tightly she was sure there would be marks. “Oh my God.”

I told you to call me Bone Daddy.

Her vibrator buzzed where she’d dropped it on the blanket as she was taken over by her unseen lover.

Just a taste to hold me over. Just between us. Because you beg so sweetly.

She cried out, reaching for something to hold on to as her body was invaded. Her nipples, her clit, her ass…he was everywhere at once. Each forceful thrust shook the daybed and made her shudder. It was so hard it should be painful. It was inhumanly, impossibly fast.

It wasn’t Rousseau.

Her climax crashed into her and left her dangling from the edge of her bed, panting and covered in sweat. Her body was sore, her thighs quaking and her brain thoroughly scrambled.

Sex had never been that good.

I’m even better in his flesh. Come see us soon, Allegra. We’ll prove it to you.

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