Page 81 of Forbidden Romeo
Her eyes took me in, shrewd and assessing, skimming over my chest and down my body beneath the sheet until she drew in the tiniest little gasping breath.
We’d performed this scene dozens of times… the blocking hadn’t changed much between Keith’s version of the show vs the classic Shakespeare version.
And yet, tonight felt wildly different.
Katherine had a reckless abandon to her that I’d never seen before. Or was I imagining it because I was still drunk?
Was it a combination of both?
Reaching down, this is the part where usually Katherine pretends to touch my cock, typically miming the stroking movement between my legs.
I drew in a sharp breath and swallowed my grunt as her hand found my cock, squeezing it hard.
Oh, she wanted to play?
I can play.
And it’s a game I’ll win.
We both will… I’ll make sure of that.
I grasped her jaw and kissed her savagely, like a man possessed. She squeezed me again, stroking me from root to tip and my groan exhaled against her mouth.
I dipped my hand between our bodies and tugged her bodysuit to the side, revealing her damp pussy to me and only me beneath the sheet before I plunged a single finger inside of her.
She bucked off the bed, lower back arching, head tilted back, her neck exposed to me in an offering I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to.
I latched my mouth to the curve of her shoulder and nipped while I circled my thumb over her slick clit.
“You like it?” I whispered in her ear. “You like me touching you in front of an audience?”
“Yes,” she sighed quietly.
Thank God our sound designer had sworn to us that our microphones would be off for this scene. McCay had cleverly said no one wants to hear the suckling sounds of kissing amplified over a sound system.
“You love people seeing you unravel, don’t you?”
Eyes flashing, Katherine yanked me free from my boxer briefs and gripped me firmly in her palm. It was so wildly unexpected that I groaned, pulling my fingers free from her pussy to catch myself before I lost my hold where I braced my body weight over top of Katherine.
I couldn’t say anything as she positioned me at her wet entrance, biting her bottom lip and clinging to me as she circled her hips dangerously.
Releasing her hold on my cock, she dragged her fingers through my hair, drawing my eyes to hers once more.
With a wicked curve of her lips, she pulsed her hips once more making my tip slide in, breaching her opening, just the tiniest bit.
“Want to play a game?” I asked her, my voice only a decimal above the sound of breath. Leaning down, I pressed my lips to her ear and added, “Just say yes.”
“Yes,” she sighed against me.
“Ready to lose your virginity, Rose?”
“Please, God, please… yes.”
Still lined up against her, I thrusted pushing all the way inside with a satisfied sigh. She also gasped, her hands fisting the white sheets around us and she whimpered, crying out, wriggling against me.
Nothing has ever felt this good.
Fucking nothing.