ONE AND ONLY, love island usa '24

14, tension

outfit continued

rob props a pillow under my hurt leg, gently running his hand over my thigh as he lays down next to me. his gaze is intense as he looks over my face, and i know the question is coming before he even opens his mouth. "what happened?" his voice is quiet, deceptively calm, but the emotions passing through his eyes give him away. "n-nothing" i stutter, "i was doing yoga and he came over, asking to have a chat. it was fine until i hurt myself" i speak quickly, trying to assure him it was an accident. "bullshit" he growls, sending shivers down my spine, "i saw you tense when he was going to pick you up. what did he say?" he asks the last part slowly, as if already knowing my reaction was provoked by something connor said, as innocent as is it might have been at the time.

"he was just talking about the challenge yesterday, it was fine, he apologized in case he made me uncomfortable" i trail off, not wanting to repeat the rest of the conversation to rob. "and then?" he asks, but again, i know it's not really a question. i breathe out before finally saying, "he said he was interested in forming a connection with me. honestly it was stupid, i got startled and i just pulled something a little too tight. i'm okay, i promise." i grab his hand, meeting his gaze as i try to convey my assurance.

he's quiet for a moment, but there is a heaviness in his silence. "i'm glad you're okay, birdie. i just hate that you're uncomfortable" he says quietly, and the energy calms some. trying to salvage his mood, i jokingly say, "you know, heat is the best treatment i've found for sore muscles. do you mind holding your hand there?" the air thickens again, this time with a familiar heat. his pupils dilate before he sets his hand at the bottom of my thigh, "is this where it hurts, rory?" i shake my head as his hand travels higher up my leg. he stops about mid thigh, his hand moving to cover the inside of my leg, "what about now?" he asks, prompting another subtle shake of my head. his hand moves up higher, his fingertips brushing the line of my bikini as he finally covers the sore muscle. "here?" he asks, his voice deeper, i inhale a quick breath, nodding my head.

we stare at each other as the air crackling with tension. my breathing picks up, throat drying as i drop his gaze, looking down to where his hand is heating my skin. he covers the entire inside of my thigh, his tan skin contrasting with the paleness of mine. his long, rough fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my pelvis, my bikini providing very little coverage. what started as a joke has quickly steamrolled into something intense. i try to ignore the warmth building my core, but my body gives me away. my eyes droop, nipples pebbling against my top as a flush builds across my chest.

his eyes drop briefly, catching my flushed skin as a slow smirk appears across his lips. "little bird" he coos, "something the matter?" his fingers flex against my skin, and my heart rate doubles. my breath coming out in pants as i subtly shift my hips, trying to ignore the wetness seeping into my bikini. i nod my head, meeting his predatory gaze. shying away would be a mistake, rob is a gentleman through and through and if i want this to continue, i need to take that step. i spread my legs a little farther, using my free hand, i guide his fingers to slide over my core.

he pulls away, looking to me for permission, before running this thumb over me again, somehow using the perfect amount of pressure as he gently circles my clit. my bikini is now soaked, sticking to my skin as he slides his finger over my core. i moan, resisting the urge to buck against his hand as he ignites every nerve ending in my body. his fingers slightly slipping beneath my bikini before returning to my clit, his movements becoming more precise as i get closer to the edge. after a few more minutes, my legs are shaking as i gasp into my hand, finding my release. he lifts his hand, holding my gaze as he licks the tips of his fingers.

his hand lurches out and wraps around my throat, connecting our lips in a bruising kiss, "mine" he murmurs against my lips. his hand travels down, cupping my heaving breast, running his finger over my sensitive nipple before brushing a kiss against it, "mine". his hand continues down my stomach before latching onto my core, "and this, birdie? whose is this?" he meets my gaze, eyes flashing with challenge, "yours" i agree, still breathless and flushed with sensitivity.

"that's right. what a good girl, birdie" he coos, and then his voice deepens, "the next time a man relays his interest, i want you to think about this moment. you're mine, sweet girl, your body knows it, i know it and if you forget, i have no problem with reminding you." i blush at the possessive tone in his voice before nodding, relaxing back into the bed as he wraps his arms around me. we spend the day napping, sharing sweet kisses and the girls bring us up lunch. eventually, he helps me up, testing the feel of the muscle before we separate to get ready for tonight.

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