Page 64 of Forbid It

The sheet gently pulls away from my body as Robbie climbs in beside me, his weight making the bed tilt. I could almost roll over, gravity pulling me towards him. I freeze for a few seconds as he settles, the mattress bouncing slightly underneath us, and the whirr of the fan is the only noise apart from the heart pounding in my chest that I’m pretty sure he can hear.

“Goodnight,” he repeats in a whisper.

“Goodnight.” I turn to my side, finally able to let sleep pull me under.

27

ROBBIE

In the last few months, many of my dreams have been the same. Cassie’s hands on my body and her legs tight around my waist, my nose buried in her neck, and her sweet strawberry scent filling my senses.

This dream is no different. Cassie’s leg slung over my hip, one of my hands clutching her smooth thigh and the other tangled in her red curls, her breasts pressing against my side and her hand resting above my heart.

The gentle noises of the morning start to rouse me from my sleep, but I refuse to open my eyes, intent on basking in my dream for a little bit longer. A bird twitters outside the window, and a sleepy whimper that did not come from me causes my eyes to drift open.

The dream I was so happy to stay in isn’t so much of a dream after all. My mind is still hazy from sleep, and my logic is still in the living room where my bed is supposed to be. I take a breath, inhaling Cassie’s berry-scented shampoo. Her body is warm and hot pressed against me, and I want to live here forever.

She moans slightly and shifts as if to remove her leg from my body, but I clutch it tighter. Maybe I can pretend to still be asleep. Maybe she’ll just think I’m doing this in my subconscious.

I trace my thumb across her thigh, my other hand tightening on her shoulder and tugging her closer.

She makes the smallest noise, her leg pulling away slightly as her body shifts, and it’s second nature to follow, rolling her onto her back and sliding between her thighs before I can stop myself.

Splayed out beneath me like my dream come to life, she smiles softly, her hair fanning out on my pillow and her beautiful green eyes gently fluttering open, soft and puffy with sleep. There’s a tiny red mark on her cheek from where she’s slept, and I follow it with my finger.

My elbows rest on the mattress, holding my body above hers, and she lets her thighs fall open further, permission to close the gap between our bodies.

My hard-on has been aching in my shorts, desperate for attention, and my thighs almost quiver with the restraint to not grind into her. I drop my head to her shoulder as my willpower threatens to overtake my common sense, but her small hands travel the expanse of my back, tracing between my shoulder blades until they reach the sensitive skin behind my ear.

I tilt my head out of the cradle of her neck, desperately seeking the lips I’ve needed to taste for months. “Cassie.”

She whimpers as I finally let my hips flex, gently grinding between her thighs. Even between our clothes, I can feel the heat from her pussy against my aching cock, and all I want to do is rip the material from her body and drive home.

“Robbie,” she whispers, tilting her head back as I grind one more time. I’m so tightly wound it would barely take a second before it’s all over. I need to be inside her. The desire grips me with such an urgency that I can’t concentrate on anything else. She tilts her head back, exposing the side of her throat to me, and I can’t help but run my lips across it, my teeth slightly scraping against her jumping pulse point.

Her legs shift around me as her hands inch further down my back, controlling my hips until they’re grinding into her.

My hand finds its way to her hair, gently tugging her head back to mine, my lips a millimeter from hers, and my cock weeping in my boxers. Her lips part and mine just slightly brush hers before a knock at the door forces me to scramble back onto my haunches.

“You up yet, flower?” My mother calls through the door. “We think Robbie’s gone for a run.”

I settle back on my thighs, my hard-on still standing to attention. I can’t pull my gaze away from Cassie, with her hair splayed across her pillow, and her silky pajamas creased and disheveled.

She keeps her eyes on me as she swallows. “Yeah,” she calls out hoarsely, her cheeks pink. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

We stay frozen like that until we hear my mother’s footsteps move away from the door.

I open my mouth to say something, but within a second Cassie has stumbled out of the bed and crossed to her bag, pulling on a sweatshirt. She looks away from me as she tugs it over her head, covering up even though she’s already fully clothed.

I quickly tuck my erection into the waistband of my shorts and climb off the bed on shaky feet.

“That was…” I say, rubbing my hand across my face.

She turns to me expectantly.

“I was half asleep,” I mutter.

She purses her lips and nods. “Right. Me too.”