Page 83 of Phobia
“What—?” I hadn’t expected that.
“There are a lot of things I’m ignorant about.” Henry’s voice was laced with heat and promise. The boat continued to rock and I gently pushed at his chest, fear making my palms slick.
“Go back to the middle, you big oaf,” I urged, terrified we were about to capsize.
Henry shuffled backward obediently, though his eyes remained hot on mine.
“Was that a come on?” It took me a second too long to realize what he’d said.
“And if it was?”
Damn.
This had escalated quickly.
I glanced down at his crotch, just for a moment, and the sight I was greeted with made my mouth flood with saliva, and my lashes flutter. God. Thick, girthy, and hard—Henry’s cock lay trapped against his inner thigh. It looked delicious, straining the fabric like that—all…needy.
Ugh.
Okay.
Shit yes.
There was no way in Hell I was turning this down.
I’d robbed Lord Wishfell for a reason after all, and Henry’s cock was bound to do all my fantasies justice.
“I don’t know if you’re equipped to handle me,” I teased, lashes fluttering just to hear the way Henry groaned at the sight. I licked my lips, enamored with the way his eyes tracked the movement, greedy—begging.
“I am…” his words grew more stilted as he tried to come up with something to say. It seemed his earlier bluster had left him now that he was faced with the very real prospect of seducing me. Lucky for him, his blundering self was probably my favorite version of him. Even though he was admittedly infuriating.
I crossed the distance between us, meeting him at the center of the boat so there would be minimal rocking as I raised a hand and waggled my fingers. His gaze tracked the movement as I slid it between his pecs, down his belly, to the thick swell of his cock. I fanned my fingers out, giving the hard length a long, assessing squeeze from root to tip. I could feel him throb through the fabric, his heat pressed to my palm. “Well equipped?” I teased.
“Mmmm.” Henry’s head fell forward, his hot breath puffing against the sensitive skin at my throat as he whimpered, a desperate, overwhelmed sort of noise. Like his knees had nearly given out from that one simple touch alone.
It was almost like he’d never been touched before.
The control I held over him was heady.
“Yeah,baby. I know,” I teased. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Another squeeze, another stroke, and the powerful lord was putty in my hands. His tongue swiped against my neck, hot and wet, and a gasp of my own escaped. He did it again. I whined.
“I thought I hated you,” Henry murmured, growing bolder as I held his cock in my palm and his lips brushed my skin. His licking and sucking grew needier. My throat tingled. I’d always been sensitive there, not that I’d had much opportunity to enjoy it. “I was wrong.”
“Huh.”
“I don’t hate you, Oliver.” He traveled up the length of my neck, leaving gooseflesh in his wake as his tongue flickered out to slick inside my ear. My eyes rolled back and my hand fell away from his dick in shock as electricity burst beneath my skin. “I want to fuck you.”
“Have you done this before?” I asked, voice wobbly.
“Fucked you?” He chuckled. “I think I’d remember that.”
“No—”
Henry’s hand latched on to my wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze before he forced it back onto his insistent dick, and his hips pushed into the grip. My own cock strained to be touched, my head spinning as I ignored the cold wet of the rain as it dripped into my hair, and the boat crested a wave. “Have you ever,” I tried again. “Fucked anyone?” Henry bit at the shell of my ear and his dick pulsed in my grip. We wobbled as the boat settled.
“How hard can it be?” he murmured, his words shocking me into silence for the time it took him to jerk me around. He lay me down on my back and crawled between my legs. The wood was damp and unforgiving. Cold, where it pressed hard against my shoulder blades. I blinked up at him, a little dazed, my belly swooping as the casual way he manhandled me went straight to my pulsing cock.
Howhardcan it be, indeed? I thought distantly as his heavy dick pushed against my full balls and he leaned down over me, with elbows on either side of my head. My hips thrusted up toward his, and I watched, enraptured, as his eyes rolled back, and he fucked forward to meet me. Ugh. Fuck. He felt good. All thick, and delicious.
