He wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his chest, lips at my temple. “We’re almost through it. When we get home, I’ll take care of you, okay? We can check another fantasy off the list.”
An idea hits. Is it a good one? Probably not, but I also don’t want to get up in my head or for Phillip to ask more prying questions and end up in tears before dessert. I glance toward the stairs leading to the second-floor bedrooms. “What if we could check a box on my fantasy list off now?” I swallow down the anxiety. I desperately need the connection with him.
He nods slowly, eyes darkening. “How long will your parents be gone?”
“At least fifteen minutes.”
“Ties and Fenna?”
“Probably the same.” Fenna always needs to walk through the snack aisles even if we’re only there for one item.
“Do you want to show me your bedroom, kitten?”
I nod, body already warming with the promise of intimacy.
“Take me there.” He curves his hand around mine and I guide him to the stairs.
My heart is racing, my mouth already dry. Phillip in my bedroom is one of my top five ever fantasies. I want it to make us better, to erase the uncertainty eddying between us.
My name is still fixed to the door in vinyl letters. Nothing in here has changed since I went away to university, but everything about me and my family has.
I step inside and flick on the light. I try to see it through Phillip’s eyes, but it’s impossible. Posters of my favorite dancers adorn the walls, along with a collage of Terror photos from my high school internship. This room belongs to a past version of me. One where my family was still intact, and I believed my parents’ love was forever.
“This is exactly what I would have expected from high school you.” Phillip’s gaze skips over the space and lands on my bed. It’s a twin, the comforter dance-themed, like the rest of my room.
“I’m that predictable, huh?”
“Not at all, but this matches the version of you I knew back then.” He pulls me toward the bed, gaze moving to the Terror collage, which is positioned so I had a perfect view of it while lying in bed.
“There’s a lot of me in those photos,” he observes, lips ghosting the edge of my jaw.
“I’ve always liked looking at you.” I tip my head and close my eyes, trying to focus on the feel of his hands, and not get lost in worries or memories. “Especially when I was alone at night.” Part of me wants to hold back the way he does, but the admission pours out of me, “You were responsible for my first orgasm.”
“I’ll be responsible for your last one, too.” He spins me around, my back to his chest, erection pressed against the small of my back. “If your dad catches me up here, he’ll end me.”
“He’ll never know.” Anxiety makes my voice tremble. I focus on sensation, on the quiet of the house, on the memory of wanting him exactly as we are now.
“He can’t. He’ll take you away from me if he does.” He eases a hand under my sweater, sliding up to cup my breast. The other trails down until he reaches the hem of my skirt. I shiver when his fingers graze bare skin, the fabric bunching as it rises.
I moan when his fingers skim my clit.
“Shh, shh.” He kisses my cheek. “I need you to stay nice and quiet.” He cups between my legs. “Can you do that? Can you be my good girl, Tally?”
“I’ll be quiet,” I promise.
“I’ll be so good to you,” he murmurs. “So good for you.”
Something feels…off. Like we’re wearing masks and not quite present in this moment. I push the fears aside. He’s doing this for me, giving me the fantasy I’ve always dreamed of.
He walks us forward until my knees hit the edge of the mattress. “On your stomach, kitten.”
I stretch out across my comforter, eyes on Phillip’s reflection in the mirror on my closet door. His belt buckle clinks as he unfastens it with one hand and flips my skirt up with the other. His nostrils flare, and he sucks in a breath. I’m wearing a thong. White with little pink hearts on it.
I bite my lip and watch his reflection as I press my hips up. His pupils dilate as he takes in my bare ass.
He tucks one finger under the thin string and drags it down the divide. “So fucking perfect, and you’re all mine, aren’t you?”
I nod, nipples tight, body humming with need.
