The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)(38)

Bobby slides his hand over my ass cheek sensually, making me jump from my terrifying images. I look up and see myself in the mirror on the back of my dresser, Bobby sitting on his knees behind me. I didn’t even realize he climbed on the bed; I was so lost in my nightmare.

He caresses my ass cheeks with both of his hands, his rough touch savoring the feel of my silky skin. He slides his hands around the apex of my thighs, until his thumb hits my clit. He circles his thumb, his fingers sliding back and forth softly over my opening. It feels good, but I am too wound up and too scared to let myself feel anything more. Bobby presses his hard chest to my back, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Why are you so tense? We haven’t done anything yet?” he whispers softly into my ear.

“I’m scared,” I whisper, my fingers gripping the comforter. It’s hard for me to admit I am scared. I am a person with a strong will. Having endured the lowest level of hell and not once mentioning the fear I had to stampede through to get past it all, it takes a lot for me to voice my fears aloud.

“Of what?” he asks, sliding his hand up my stomach caressing my heavy breast. There are so many answers to that question, so many fears traveling through my mind, but there is only one word responsible for that domino effect.

“Of pain,” I mutter, closing my eyes tightly.

Bobby brushes the hair from my face, and takes a deep breath.

“Don’t fear the pain; fear the message behind it,” he remarks, tucking the loose hair behind my ear. I open my eyes, and look at my reflection in the mirror across the room. Bobby staring back at me intently with a look of care written across his body as he cocoons me with his frame.

“Do you want to stop?” he asks, sincerely. I take my gaze from the mirror and turn my head looking over my shoulder. Bobby’s eyes gazing at me with sincerity and not anger.

“No,” I answer.

“Just tell me to stop if it gets to be too much,” he whispers into the back of my hair. I nod, my breathing picking up. It reminds me of a safe word, only mine never worked with Travis. I would yell our safe word and he would go harder, and rougher.

Bobby’s finger slides under my chin turning my head slightly, and presses his soft lips to mine, kissing them. My bottom lip slips between both of his, and like that, my body immediately ignites, arching into him.

The stereo, that I had forgot was on, plays “Animals” by Adam Levine. The sensation of Bobby’s fingers traveling down my stomach, over my mound, and between my swollen lips, leaves me gasping in need.

He growls against my mouth as his cock presses into my ass demandingly.

“I have wanted you like this for so long, Jessica,” he grinds out with a heavy breath.

“Then take me,” I pant, lolling my head back.

“I plan to,” he replies.

The head of his length presses against my opening, making me inhale quickly. He pushes himself into me, a loud moan escaping his mouth as he fills me to the base of his cock. It burns as I’m stretched; the position he’s in, I experience his full length. He pulls back and thrusts forward, causing my arms to tremble from pleasure, making me nearly fall headfirst into the mattress.

“You feel so tight like this,” he moans, his voice so raw I barely understand him.

I whimper in response, pushing myself against him, my body greedy and ready to erupt into oblivion. He thrusts himself in and out, lowering his body on top of mine, and his arms wrapping around my front, pulling me close. Breathing heavily into my ear, he kisses the top of my shoulder, his cock driving into me. He lifts his hard chest off my back as he plows his cock in and out, his hand sliding down my back, over my scars. My body tenses immediately. The artery in my neck pulses with severity as I close my eyes and my heartbeat picks up. Behind my eyelids, I see Travis appear in memory, his hand in my hair screaming at me viciously, his other hand tightly grasping my throat causing me to see black from the lack of oxygen.

“Don’t go there, Jessica. Stay here with me,” Bobby whispers into my ear, sensing where my mind has drifted off to. My eyes flutter open, breaking the dark memory. I nod, trying to shake the memories away, replacing them with Bobby in the here and now.

Closing my eyes as his hand barely brushes my side, causes my body to tense in fear.

“Don’t close your eyes. Open them, let me see your beautiful eyes,” he instructs softly. I open my eyes and look in the mirror. My hair is wet on the ends from dipping into the bathwater. With flushed cheeks, my mouth parts as Bobby takes me from behind. He hovers his chest over my back, grabbing me by the hips as he swirls his cock inside of me just right, making me moan loudly.

He moves so effortlessly, his rhythm flawless. The tattoos inked along his toned arms are stunning; I focus on their painted beauty as I see his muscles grow taut with each thrust. Bobby is at his best, in his element when he is delivering pleasure. Lowering himself on my back again, he slides a hand around my front to rest on my collarbone. The hairs on my neck rise, his hand too close to my neck for comfort, my fingers dig into the mattress.

“Breathe, Hummingbird, I would never hurt you,” he whispers into my ear, driving his hips forward causing his cock to hit my g-spot hard. At the renewed sensation, I release the breath I didn’t realize I was withholding.

“That’s it, baby. See how good that feels. Hear only my voice, see only me,” he mumbles into my neck, his cock brushing across my bundle of nerves as he pounds into me. I notice my body blossom with warmth, and my knees begin to tremble.