“Hey, beautiful,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
“Uh, would you stop?” Sasha complains, sitting on a stool by the counter. “I’m trying to eat.”
Robert smiles, showing teeth, and simply answers, “Nope.”
When his mouth brushes under my ear, I feel tingles all the way down my spine. I try to distract myself by turning to Sasha and asking, “So, how was your day?”
“Shit start. Okay middle. Ending still to be determined. Oh, and I met Alistair for lunch and told him.”
“Told him…?” I ask quizzically.
“About, you know, being gay,” she explains, moving her lips around in a funny, nervous manner.
“That’s great, Sasha! What did he say?”
“Same as Robert, that he knew all along.” She points her sushi roll at her brother. “The two of you are a pair of know-it-all bastards.”
Robert chuckles.
“Well, if it’s any consolation, I never suspected.”
Sasha laughs. “Yeah, you’ve got zero gaydar. Anyway, remember that editor I was telling you about? The one who’s always giving me hassle?”
“Yeah.”
“He went ape-shit at me when I refused to make the changes he suggested for that Molly Willis article. He told me he’d let it slide this time, but if I ever pulled a stunt like that again I’d be getting the sack. I’m half tempted to keep pushing him just to put myself out of my own misery.”
“Who is this arsehole?” Robert asks, narrowing his eyes, the protective brother in him coming out.
Sasha shakes her head at him. “No one I can’t handle.”
We finish eating and then spend the rest of the evening watching movies in the living room. Robert pulls me to lie beside him on the couch, his hand snaking under my top and stroking meditatively at my belly. Sasha lets out a big, theatrical yawn midway through one of the films and says she’s going to hit the hay. I think she does it on purpose so she doesn’t have to watch Robert subtly groping me in front of her.
My cheeks are hot and my body practically quaking with need by the time she leaves.
“Come on,” Robert whispers in my ear. “I think we should get some sleep, too.”
He leads me to my room, where I begin changing into my night clothes. I don’t get the chance to put them on because he yanks them away from me and drags me down onto the bed in my underwear. Then he draws away from me quickly, tells me not to move, and says he’ll be right back, rushing from the room. I do as he requests, waiting in anticipation. When he returns, he’s got his camera and what I suspect is the outline of a condom in his pocket.
As usual, my heart beats faster at the sight of the camera. I both love and loathe him photographing me in equal measures.
While I’m still strewn across the bed, he begins snapping shots, tilting the camera at a skewed angle. He kneels on the bed and reaches out to pull my knickers down slightly below my pubic bone, taking a picture.
“Rob,” I say, breathing heavily.
“What?” he replies, a smiling curving his lips. He fingers the edge of my knickers, the pad of his thumb adding pressure.
“You’re too much sometimes.”
He looks pleased. “Why, thank you. Now, open your legs for me.”
I sigh shakily. “God, why do you have to say such sexy things? I’ve no defence against them.”
He chuckles, and after taking several more pictures he puts the camera aside and seizes my lips in a wet kiss, at the same time edging my pants down my legs. I help him with his clothes and soon we’re both naked, just staring at one another. The head of his penis rocks back and forth against my clit, making me moan. The condom is sitting on one of the pillows, and Robert looks at it, frustrated.
“I wish we didn’t have to use that,” he says, throwing his head back in pleasure at the friction between our bodies.
Biting my lip, I ask, “Do we have to use it?”
Indecision flickers in his eyes. “Fuck. Yeah, we do. I haven’t been tested. I know I don’t have anything, but I don’t want to put you at risk just in case.”
“Okay,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut and yearning for him to be inside me.
He bends forward and licks up the centre of my breasts, his fingers tweaking my nipples. Quick as a flash he has the condom on, ready to go.
“Hmm, your taste is addicting,” he purrs, hitching my leg behind his hip and slowly pushing himself into me.
He fills me deliciously, and although there’s still a slight soreness, it feels different this time. Maddeningly pleasurable. I grip his shoulders and moan, closing my eyes at the sensation.
“Shit,” he hisses, eyes flickering over my face, taking in my reaction to him. We stay still for a moment, me looking up at him and him looking down at me, our bodies connected, locked together tight. His hand travels down my neck and rests on my collarbone, just before he begins moving in and out. He keeps it slow at first, but gradually builds up speed, thrusting faster.
When he pumps into me hard, I cry out, and he groans in return. Remembering that Sasha’s in her room asleep just down the hall, I try to quieten myself, but it’s difficult when he does it hard like that. I get lost, and all I want is more.
“You don’t even know how beautiful you are,” he breathes, panting heavily. “You ruined me for anyone else the very first time I saw you.”
I let his words soak in, realising he did that exact same thing to me. The day I met Sasha when they’d been moving into their cottage and she’d introduced Robert as her brother, I don’t think I’d ever seen a boy so pretty. He’d affected me so much that I could hardly speak. Interrupting my thoughts, he grabs me around the waist and suddenly flips us so that I’m on top of him, straddling his thighs as he pumps himself up into me.