He must’ve said as much out loud, because Robbie crawled up the bed and over his body until he was straddling Finn’s waist. “I promise, baby, I’m only interested in your pleasure.”
His voice was like dark chocolate when he said it. It sounded like a threat.
Finn took a hitching breath and sat up to kiss him.
This much, it seemed, Robbie would allow; he cupped Finn’s right shoulder and the back of his neck and took hismouth in another impossibly soft, devastating kiss that eroded any remaining conscious thought Finn might’ve had. Robbie wasn’t a hurricane, he was the tide, content to wash against Finn’s body until he’d dragged it under him.
After an eternity, Robbie slid his hands beneath Finn’s shirt again and pulled it carefully over his head. It dropped almost soundlessly onto the floor.
Then Robbie pushed Finn back down, following mouth-first, tasting the column of Finn’s neck and the hollow of his throat and the bump of his clavicle. When he got to Finn’s nipples, he paused and ran his thumbs over the buds, pulling back to watch Finn squirm in hope of more stimulation.
“Oh, you like that,” Robbie breathed, sounding as swept up in pleasure as Finn felt when Robbie pinched them so gently. “You like when I play with your tits, babygirl?”
Oh fuck, oh—
Finn bit his lip on the sound that tried to escape him, fisting his hands in the bedcovers to keep from humping up into Robbie’s body like a rut-crazed animal. His whole body went hot. His cock pulsed furiously, and he was suddenly on the knife-edge of orgasm, trembling on the precipice.
He snapped his eyes open to meet Robbie’s. Robbie seemed as surprised by what he’d said as Finn was—and extremely interested in getting Finn to repeat the reaction. His gaze went hot and dark and thoughtful, and he trailed one hand between Finn’s pecs, gathered his wrists in the other and pressed them gently to the pillow. “You like that, sweetheart?” He leaned over until his hair fell around them in waves, his lips brushing Finn’s as he spoke. “You want to be my babygirl?”
A hot ball of want coiled in Finn’s stomach. “Yes,” he whispered.
Robbie teased his mouth over Finn’s in a parody of a kiss. “Tell me.”
Finn shuddered. “I wanna be your girl.”
“Fuckingperfect,” Robbie said, and then he fisted Finn’s hair and gave him arealkiss, deep and wet, no more teasing. When he broke away to trail biting kisses down Finn’s body, Finn had to gasp for breath.
Then Robbie closed his mouth around a nipple, flicked open the button of Finn’s jeans, and slid his hand inside them.
Finn made a helpless, breathy vowel sound as Robbie palmed his dick. “Oh God.” Robbie licked the flat of his tongue over his nipple and took it between his teeth. He gave a rough stroke, hampered by Finn’s jeans, but it wasn’t going to matter. “Robbie, I’m—please—”
Robbie blew a cool, steady stream of air over Finn’s areola. “Yeah, babygirl. Cream those panties for me.”
With a high-pitched whine, Finn obeyed. His hips arched up. His fists and eyes clenched shut. His toes curled. Blackout.
Ears ringing and eyes still filled with stars, Finn knew nothing for several long moments.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. So pretty. Such a good girl for me,” Robbie murmured in his ear, adoring praise that brought a floating Finn back to earth. Or at least the mattress. Finn’s eyes fluttered open and locked on Robbie next to him, propped on one elbow as he watched Finn with a hungry gaze. “There’s my pretty girl,” he cooed, and if Finn hadn’t already been a puddle of goo, that would have done it. “Back with me?”
“Yeah,” Finn rasped. He licked his lips. “Sorry, that was, uh—”
“Several hours of edging?”
Finn shifted his hips. Oh God, he was still in his pants. They were gross and wet now. “Give me a sec and I can—”
“Oh, I’m not done yet,” Robbie said, shifting to put himself back between Finn’s knees.
“Uh—”
“I told you, I want to take my time.” He worked Finn’s jeans over his hips and down his legs, leaving Finn in his—
“Oh babygirl, are these for me?”
Finn’s mind blanked out. When he’d gotten dressed, he had put on his red briefs. They were flattering, but he hadn’t thought of them as risqué. But now, under Robbie’s hot gaze, he felt like a dolled-up mistress.
“Naughty girl, putting on red panties just for me.” He slid his hands up the insides of Finn’s thighs. “Trying to drive me wild?”
“Ngh.” Robbie’s hands on his body and his voice in Finn’s ears turned his brain to putty. His dick jerked and valiantly tried to rise, eager to show Robbie just how good Finn could be.
