Finn slumped onto his mattress and groaned. “Sadist.”
Robbie chuckled. “Hedonist. Who wants to see your pretty cock and face when you finally come. Will you come while I fuck you, sweetheart? On my cock?”
If Robbie kept talking to him like that, Finn wasn’t sure he wouldn’t come right now.
Robbie laughed. “Be a good boy and I’ll see you at three fifteen. Give me time to get checked in.”
Finn could be so good. Robbie would soon see how good he could be.
Chapter Seven
Exit, Pursued by a Bear
Finn rappedon the door of room 718 and tried not to fidget. He’d donned his usual jeans and T-shirt when he left the house earlier, and hadn’t thought anything of it until he walked across the lobby and came face-to-face with its sheer poshness. In the quiet, carpeted hall of the upscale downtown hotel, faced with the quiet opulence, Finn felt undressed and grubby.
Oh Lord, if anyone saw him in this moment, they’d know he was here for sex, because they’d assume he was a hooker.
Blood pooled in his groin. Finn had never fantasized about being a sex worker… but in this moment, he wondered if that wasn’t an error in judgment on his part. He almost laughed hysterically.
Then the door opened and Robbie stood there in skinny jeans and a button-up. The sleeves were rolled and his feet were bare. Finn wanted to drop to his knees.
Robbie grabbed Finn by the belt and yanked him in. Then he slammed the door shut and Finn up against it.
“You been a good boy for me sweetheart? Kept your hands to yourself and didn’t touch what’s mine?” He cupped Finn’s now throbbing erection.
Finn nodded desperately. “Yes, just like you said.”
“Good boy,” Robbie purred. Then he swooped in to finally, finally slot their mouths together.
Helpless, Finn wound his arms around Robbie’s neck and let his mouth go slack so Robbie could do as he would.
Apparently what Robbiewouldwas kiss Finn like he didn’t need oxygen, his hands soft and gentle on Finn’s waist at first, then teasing under the hem of his T-shirt. Finn melted into it, and his spine went liquid at the heat rolling through him.
But if he thought the anticipation would make Robbie rush, he was sadly mistaken. Robbie was as determined to learn the best way to kiss Finn as he was to learn the dance steps. And from the hard jut of him pressing against Finn’s hip, he was enjoying this substantially more. When he had Finn breathless, weak-kneed, and whisker-burned, he swiped his thumbs up from Finn’s hipbones to the bottom of his rib cage, so soft it made Finn shiver—and Finn was still being kissed within an inch of his life, clinging to Robbie like he was a raft in a storm.
God, he wanted.
Finally Robbie released his mouth, but he didn’t hurry to move Finn to the bed. Instead he pushed his hands higher under Finn’s shirt and traced the planes of his chest and the muscles of his back. He pressed his lips to the hinge of Finn’s jaw, followed them with tongue and teeth until he had Finn’s earlobe in his mouth and Finn’s dick was so wet that the cotton of his underwear was starting to chafe.
“Robbie,” Finn complained, desperate without being able to say what for.
“You’re a dream, princess,” Robbie murmured into his neck as he skated his thumbs over Finn’s nipples. Finn jerked involuntarily—the only movement he seemed capable of. “A perfect little present just for me.”
Jesus Christ, Finn’s brain was going to leak out his ears. “Take me to bed,” he demanded. Or begged. He didn’t care as long as it got results.
He half expected Robbie to ignore him and continue to feel him up against the wall. The other half of him expected Robbie to lift him and toss him on the mattress like a ragdoll. No part of him was prepared for Robbie to slowly withdraw his hands from Finn’s body only to sweep him up in a bridal carry.
“Oh my God,” Finn said aloud, almost to himself and completely by accident.
He felt Robbie’s chuckle in his chest. “I told you, I want to take my time.”
“Uh-huh,” Finn said faintly as Robbie laid him on the mattress and went straight to work on Finn’s shoes. They were old. Finn could’ve kicked them off in half a second. Robbie was untying them. “Just remember”—Robbie set down Finn’s shoe, bent his leg at the knee so he could take off the sock—“what they say about erections that last longer than four hours.”
Robbie looked up from between Finn’s legs. “Four hours seems ambitious for the first date.”
Then he kissed Finn’s bare ankle.
Finn was gonna die, probably.
