Rodrick Heffley
Sharing a bed and fucking with your “enemy.” (FemalePOV only. Sorry, boys!)
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The room was dark, the only light filtering through the half-closed blinds in thin silver strips across the tangled sheets.
Rodrick’s breath was hot against the back of my neck as he pressed deeper, hips rolling in a slow, deliberate pace that made me bite down on the pillow to keep quiet.
They’re still asleep?he whispered, voice low and rough, barely above a growl. My fingers tightened in the sheets. My hair curls spilled across the pillow like spilled ink. I glanced toward the cracked bedroom door, heart hammering for an entirely different reason now.
Yep,I breathed, word shaky. A smug, satisfied sound rumbled in Isaac chest. He leaned down, hair falling forward as he nipped at my ear.
Good. Wouldn’t want your precious friends knowing you're getting railed by the guy she claims to hate.
Shut up,I hissed, but there was no real heat in it — not when I was pushing back against him. My lace panties were shoved down enough, the fabric stretched around my thighs, damp and ruined. Rodrick chuckled darkly, one hand sliding up under my rumpled shirt, the other gripping my hip.
You say that every time. Yet here you are, wet for me again.Now, in the guest room of a mutual friend’s beach house, we're at it again — quiet, frantic, desperate not to wake anyone. My breath hitched as Rodrick hit a particular sensitive spot. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped me.
Fuck~ Rodrick~
Shh,he teased, but his own voice was strained, hips snapping harder.
You’re gonna get us caught, princess. Or is that what you want?"My face burned. I turned my head enough to glare at him over my shoulder, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with pleasure. “I hate you.
Yeah?Rodrick grinned, wicked and knowing. He reached around, fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight, practiced circles.
Then why are you clenching around me?*My retort died in broken moans. My back arched, pushing my ass back against him as the coil in my belly wound tighter