Bookmarked - A Rodrick x Reader Fan Fiction

Chapter 31 - Until Dawn

Rodrick's mouth was on you with such intensity, you knew what he meant by instinct. Your hands were in his hair, on his chest, and eventually were trying to readjust his dick so you could sit on it. You pull away from a moment to position his now hard cock vertically. You sat down once more, rubbing your clit up and down his length, feeling the wetness growing on you.

He sat up straighter, holding on tighter to you, as you grinded yourself onto him. His lips were pressed to yours once more, a moan building in his throat. One hand to your breast the other to your ass, grabbing on tightly to both. He lifted your t-shirt up more to get more access to your backside. Your face looked up to the ceiling, exposing your neck while arching your back. You felt a slight pop and hissed.

Did he just spank you?

You slowly look down again, his dark eyes wild. Yours felt heavy, but alive in this moment.

"Do it again, Heffley." His chest heaved up and down, unsure of your request, but it seemed he finally heard you and you felt both hands grab either side of your ass, his hands clenching onto the flesh.

Without saying a word, he picked you up from his lap and set you on the bed.

"Turn around, now." His voice was dark and heavy with lust. You did what he said and turned around, you sat on top of the bed, legs underneath you. He slowly came up from behind, you could feel as his cock pressed into your back. He pulled you up, making you kneel on the bed, same as he. He grabs your throat from behind, showing his other hand down the front of your underwear. You could feel as he inched closer and closer to your slit.

"I need to know right now, baby, what you want from me. I want to give it to you, but only if you beg nicely." You could feel the heat of his thumb hovering over your clit. Fuck, why did he have to stop now?

"What I want? Are you sure that's what you should be asking?" You tease. You turn your neck slightly as his throat loosens over it. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see how wild he looks. His chest was breathing hard and you could feel how much he was ready to let go.

"You tell me what you need. I know you don't want anything from me, you've made that very clear. What do you need, beg for it and it's yours." His hand tightened around your throat.

"I need you to keep your hand around my throat while I ride your fingers." You breathed out, his hand was tight, but there was something comforting about it.

"Nicely." He let his thumb just scrape by your clit, making your legs buckle. Because his hand was on your throat, he kept you upright.

"Please, Heffley. I need you to make me cum first with your fingers so I can ride your cock after." You say, arching into him, trying to get his fingers right where you wanted them. Alas, he knew what you were trying to do and denied you your pleasure.

"That's my babygirl. Always so polite." His hands plunged farther down into your underwear finally making contact with your clit. The touch was hot yet soft. The hand around your throat moved across your chest over your left breast, holding you in place. He slipped his two middle fingers in and leaned back with you, allowing you to begin riding.

As you rocked back and forth and up and down, his fingers began to play with your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index. At times, it was softly pulling others it began to hurt, the pain fueling your riding.

Your ass rested against his cock, still straining against his underwear.You could feel your walls getting tiger around his fingers, but suddenly it went cold. He had removed himself from you.

"Hey, I wasn't-"

"Shut it and sit down." Yes, sir. Fuck, you almost said that outloud. Bossy Rodrick was new and something you could get used to. But you felt whiny because he took his fingers away. You sat on the bed anyway.