A crazy game of truth or dare (9)
Emma moaned around him, heat flooding her cheeks again. The way they talked about her, over her, like she wasn’t even part of the conversation-it was doing something to her. Something dangerous. Something addictive.
Tony bent down to grab his pants, his fingers shaking a little as he pulled them back up. He noticed Emma glance at him, and he smiled awkwardly. “You’re incredible,” he said, reaching out to offer his hand.
Rob let her off his cock for a moment, giving her a chance to breathe. “Go on,” he smirked. “Say goodbye properly.”
Emma swallowed hard, then took Tony’s hand. He pulled her up beside him, still half-naked in nothing but her heels and the thin scrap of a thong. Tony looked at her like he still couldn’t believe what had just happened. Then his eyes dropped to her chest and he gave in to the urge, cupping one of her breasts with a groan.
Rob grabbed his phone again, switching to video mode. “Smile for the camera, babe.”
Emma did as she was told. She stood next to Tony, letting him put his arm around her, his fingers grazing her bare skin as Rob filmed. “Hey Tony,” Rob said, his voice thick with amusement. “Did you just fuck this slut?”
Tony cleared his throat, but he didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. Yes, I did.”
“And where’d you cum, mate?” Rob pressed.
Tony’s grip on her tightened. “Inside her,” he said. “Filled her up good.”
Rob chuckled. “Good man.”
Tony glanced at the clock. “I, uh… really need to get going.”
Rob waved him off. “Emma will see you out.”
Tony leaned in closer to her, his lips brushing her ear. “Thank you,” he whispered, then turned and walked toward the door.
Emma followed, her legs shaking a little as she gathered her dress from the floor. She opened the door for him, her heart still pounding in her chest. “Goodnight,” she managed softly.
Tony looked her over one last time. “You’re… amazing,” he said again, then stepped outside.
As she closed the door and turned back toward the living room, it hit her like a wave. The smell of sex thick in the air. Rob, still on the couch, jeans around his ankles, lazily stroking himself. Her clothes scattered everywhere. Her body aching in ways she hadn’t known it could.
She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling very exposed. “This… we need to forget this ever happened,” she said, her voice shaky.
Rob didn’t even flinch. “No chance,” he said, his gaze steady. “Get over here.”
Emma hesitated. “Rob…”
He raised an eyebrow, then reached for his phone. “I didn’t want to do this now,” he said, his tone calm, almost casual. “But you’re giving me no choice.”
She frowned. “What are you talking about?”
He pressed play. Her own voice filled the room, breathless and desperate. “Cum in me… please, Tony…”
Emma’s stomach dropped. “Rob…”
“I’ve got everything,” he said quietly. “You, begging. You, taking both of us. You, cumming all over Tony’s cock. I can send it to Jason in one click.”
She stared at him, heart hammering. “You’re blackmailing me.”
He shrugged. “Call it what you want. I’m giving you what you really want. No more pretending.”
She licked her lips, her pulse racing for all the wrong reasons. “And what is it you think I want, Rob?”
He leaned back, stroking himself slower. “Me. Owning you. Just like this.”
Emma swallowed hard, feeling the heat creep back into her. She should run. She should scream. But instead, she sank to her knees in front of him.
“That’s my girl,” Rob said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Now, put it back in your mouth.”
Rob’s hand tangled in her hair as she took him back into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him obediently. His eyes darkened as he watched her work, slow and deliberate, her tongue tracing along the sensitive underside with practiced ease.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her cheek as she sucked him deeper. “This is where you belong. On your knees, serving me.”
Her pulse thudded in her ears. She hated how much she craved his approval, how the low rumble of his voice made her body respond in ways she didn’t want to think about. But it was there-the need, the hunger-burning in her veins.
Rob’s grip tightened just slightly, guiding her pace, controlling every movement. “Eyes on me,” he commanded.
She looked up, her gaze locking with his, and something hot and possessive flickered across his face. He smirked, slow and dangerous. “You like this,” he said quietly. “You like being used.”
She tried to shake her head, but he didn’t let her. “No lies,” he warned. “You came so hard for Tony, didn’t you? You begged for him. Begged for his cum.”
Her cheeks flushed even hotter, shame and arousal twisting together. She nodded slowly, unable to deny it.
“That’s what I thought.” He released her head just long enough to drag his thumb over her slick, swollen lips. “Now open wider. Take all of me.”
She did as she was told, relaxing her throat, breathing through her nose as he slid deeper. He groaned low in his chest, his free hand cupping the back of her neck, holding her steady.
“Fucking perfect,” he muttered. “I could keep you like this forever.”
After a few more moments, he pulled her off with a wet pop, watching the string of saliva that connected them. He leaned down, gripping her chin between his fingers. “Get up.”
Her legs shook as she stood, and he guided her back to the couch, pushing her down onto it. “Hands and knees,” he ordered.
She hesitated, but the look in his eyes left no room for argument. She turned, presenting herself to him, her heart pounding in her chest.
Rob ran his palm down her spine, slow and possessive, until it rested on the curve of her ass. “This is mine now,” he said, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. “You’re mine.”
He slid two fingers between her legs, finding her wet, swollen, still trembling from before. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Still soaked from Tony. But you want more.”
Emma bit her lip hard, trying not to make a sound.
Rob chuckled darkly. “You don’t have to say it. Your body already did.”
Without warning, he pushed into her in one smooth, brutal thrust. She cried out, her fingers clawing at the cushions as he filled her.
“Goddamn,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he set a punishing pace. “So fucking tight. So good.”
The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, raw and obscene. His breathing grew rough in her ear as he leaned over her, his hand snaking around to grip her throat, not too tight-but enough to make her pulse race even faster.
“You feel that?” he whispered. “You were made for this.”
Emma whimpered, her mind blank with sensation. It was too much. And not enough.
He released her throat, his hand slipping lower, between her legs again. His fingers found her clit, rubbing in tight circles that made her thighs shake.
“Come for me,” he demanded. “Now.”
Her body obeyed before she could think, pleasure crashing over her in waves that left her gasping and trembling beneath him.
Rob groaned, slamming into her harder, deeper, chasing his own release. “That’s it,” he gritted out. “Take every drop.”
He spilled into her with a harsh growl, his grip bruising on her hips as he emptied himself inside her.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their breathing-harsh, ragged, filling the heavy silence of the room.
Then he pulled out slowly, watching as his cum spilled from her.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Rob said quietly. “Not after this.”
Emma stayed where she was, too spent to move, too stunned to argue.
“You understand me?” he asked.
She nodded faintly.
“Good,” he said, zipping up his jeans. “We’re just getting started.”
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