“My dirty girl.” He leaned forward. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s wild.” He ran a finger over the front of Finn’s briefs, tracing his semi and catching on the wet fabric. “You’re all worked up, sweetheart.”
Oh God. Finn was going to spontaneously combust.
Robbie leaned down until his mouth was hovering over Finn. His hot breath hit the wet fabric and made Finn tremble. “This all for me? You get hard thinking about me? Hoping I’d fuck you?”
“Nng—Robbie—Robbie!” Finn fisted the pillow and tried to spread his knees. “Please!”
“Please what, baby?”
“Fuck—anything!”
“Anything? That’s an awful big blank check to write.”
“Wanna—wanna come—be good—do what you want,” Finn managed to get out despite the fact that Robbie had started to trace doodling shapes over his wet groin as he watched Finn try to scramble two brain cells together.
“You want to know what I want, is that it, sweetheart?”
Finn nodded. Yes, that.
“What I want is to keep exploring.” He licked Finn’s dick, base to tip, over his sopping briefs.
Oh God—if Finn came twice before he ever got out of his briefs, that would be embarrassing. Mortifying. And Robbie hadn’t even taken off his own clothes, let alone approached an orgasm.
All of which filled Finn with burning heat that pooled in his belly and made him want to hide with shame and come again at the same time.
Slowly, teasingly, with liberal touching of hands, mouth, and tongue, Robbie eased Finn’s briefs down. By the time he slipped them off Finn’s left foot, Finn was once again fully incoherent and teetering on the edge of orgasm, desperate and wanting. Robbie’s teasing dirty chuckles set his nerve endings ablaze and tied his tongue. Finn could only beg with his body. Which he did—arching his back, spreading his legs, fisting the pillow behind his head, not willing to move his hands and give Robbie any reason to call him bad. He was good, so good. He’d be the very best for Robbie, be his good girl.
When Robbie finally at last oh Jesus put his mouth directly on Finn’s cock, he sobbed and screwed his eyes tight. He couldn’t look at Robbie between his legs or his lips wrapped around him without—
“I—I—can’t—can’t—Robbie!”
“Can’t what, sweetheart?” Robbie asked without lifting his head, so his hot breath ghosted over Finn’s wet, throbbing cock. Finn whined and tried to snap his knees together, tensing in an attempt to stave off his orgasm. “Oh, can’t hold off? Are you going to come again, baby?”
Finn nodded frantically, his eyes shut. If he saw Robbie’s teasing hot commanding gaze, he’d be done for.
“But you know that’s not allowed, not without my permission, don’t you.”
Finn’s thigh muscles jumped, his body trembled. Even his leg hair quivered in his desperate bid tobe good.
“Good girl.”
Finn whined.
Robbie placed a soft tender kiss to the head of Finn’s cock. Finn whited out for a moment.
“Obedient girls deserve a reward, don’t they? So I’m going to put my mouth back on your pretty dick, and you can come when you want.”
Finn wanted die of shame and combust with lust and—
Robbie swallowed him until he bumped the back of Robbie’s throat. Finn went cross-eyed. Then Robbie nudged two fingers behind his balls and pressed, and Finn hurtled over the edge into orgasm, so hot on the heels of the first that it was almost painful. Finn might have screamed or sobbed or maybe he sang a fucking aria. Who knew? He was too insensate to hear himself.
Finn had thought himself a wet noodle before. He could barely move this time, melted into the sheets, damp and trembling, and yet somehow glowing with the rush. Maybe it was the thrill of the situation or maybe it was the extreme sexual compatibility or maybe it was just Robbie and his still-rock-hard erection, but this orgasm hadn’t done any more to abatethe hunger under Finn’s skin for Robbie, Robbie, Robbie. Finn wanted to feel him, kiss him, touch him, love him, hold Robbie close and be held and to open up his body for Robbie’s use and feel Robbie hot and hard inside him until he’d satisfied his own hunger.
It was possible two orgasms in like twenty minutes made Finn loopy and poetic. Good to know.
“Jesus, Finn.” Robbie sounded as wrecked as Finn felt. When Finn could focus his eyes again, Robbie was peeling his shirt over his head, heedless of the buttons on the chest and cuffs. One of them might have popped off and bounced against the wall. “A fucking dream, baby, just like I said.”
Finn sure felt like he might be dreaming. He licked his lips as Robbie undid his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free and slapped against his belly, long and thick and uncut and wet at the tip. Finn’s mouth watered and his stomach clenched as Robbie smeared his hand through his pre and wrapped his fingers around himself. “Robbie,” he said plaintively. He wanted to be the one to make Robbie feel good. It should be his hand around Robbie’s dick, or his mouth, or his ass.
