When Calder finally stood, he kissed Robby, tongue thrusting into his mouth so he could taste himself. Why was that so hot? He didn’t waste too much time on the thought, instead dropping to his knees before Calder, glancing up to whisper, “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
He unbuttoned Calder’s jeans, noting he hadn’t bothered with underwear.
“Don’t worry about it, angel. You’re not going to get your first lesson in a dirty club bathroom. Let’s go home.”
“But I want to take care of you too,” Robby said firmly, cognizant of somebody washing their hands in the sink.
Robby watched as Calder seemed to war with himself. “Fuck,” he finally muttered.
Then his hand tangled in Robby’s hair, tilting his head back. His other hand fisted his cock, jerking himself roughly. “Just open your mouth for me, angel.” Robby did as he was told. Would probably always do what Calder said without question. “Oh, fuck. Good boy. Stick out your tongue.”
Fuck. Robby would never, in his wildest dreams, have imagined a scenario where somebody like Calder would have him on his knees. He’d never been so turned on in his life. If he hadn’t just come two seconds ago, this would have pushed him over the edge. Calder was beautiful in a raw and rugged way but feeling his fist in Robby’s hair and seeing the heated way he looked at Robby while he worked himself, there was nobody sexier in the world. Not to Robby.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Yeah,” Calder panted, and then he was painting Robby’s face, his lips, his tongue, even his lashes with his release.
It was the hottest thing that had ever happened to Robby, hands down. He was still reeling from it when Calder carefully helped him to his feet and gently cleaned him up with a paper towel. When he was finished, he kissed Robby’s lips. “Are you okay, angel? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
The question caught Robby off guard. “Hurt me? No? How?”
“I was a little rough with you. I dragged you into a bathroom. I just lost control for a second. I’m sorry.”
Robby frowned. “I-I liked it. It was hot. Nobody ever loses control over somebody like me.”
Calder shook his head in a way Robby didn’t quite understand.
Robby yawned despite their four hour nap just hours earlier. “Can we go home and watch a movie?”
“Sure, angel.”
“Oh, and can we stop at Del Taco? I’m starving.”
Calder gave him a strange smile. “Sure, angel.”
“You’re being weirdly agreeable,” Robby said, tone suspicious.
Calder guided him from the bathroom and out the side door immediately to their left, which dumped them out the side of the building. There was the sound of shouting, and then Robby was blinded by bright flashes of light.
“Robby, did you kill that man in self-defense?” a woman’s voice asked, shoving a huge microphone in his face.
The lights made Robby disoriented, and he could only see tiny lights dancing before his eyes. “What?”
“Get back,” Calder yelled. “All of you back off. If you have questions, talk to his attorneys.”
“Come on, Robby. Just a statement. Why did you lie about who your father was? Are you a member of his church? Do you bear the mark? Just answer the question.”
Robby startled as an arm came around his shoulder before he realized it was Calder. The short trek to Calder’s truck seemed to take an hour, and even once he was safely inside, cameras went off at his window, muted voices shouting questions he didn’t understand.
Calder yanked his door open and hopped inside, shouting, “Back up or get run over,” before slamming the door shut and turning over the engine. He hit a button on his steering wheel as he backed out of the spot, forcing the reporters to move to the side.
“Yeah?” came a gruff response through the truck’s speakers.
“Hey, boss. I got a situation out back. There are a shit ton of vultures out here. I don’t want them following us back to my place.”
“Fuck. Alright. Give me five minutes before you take off.”
“Roger that.”
The five minute wait took five hours. Robby bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying, crossing his arms over his chest to keep from sticking his fingers in his ears to drown out the incessant chatter as they lobbed questions at him, screaming over each other, and snapped photos.
