“Always.”
“Well, it worked. You’ve had my eye all week. I’ve been thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”
“Like what?” Finn leaned into him, letting Robbie take his weight.
Robbie slid his hands around Finn’s waist, under the shirt, onto the small of his back. “Like… play with your tits, eat you out until you’re dripping.” Finn inhaled sharply, letting Robbie know how much he liked the thought of being rimmed.Not that Robbie had doubted it. No, the chancy bit was next. “What if I suck your pretty little clit?” Finn’s eyes got darker and a moan spilled from his plump pink lips. “Or fuck your cunt?”
“Please.”
“Please, what, babygirl?”
“All of it.”
Robbie slipped a finger under the neck of Finn’s shirt and pulled it aside so he could nibble. “Let’s get you out of your clothes so I can fuck that pretty pussy.”
Finn exhaled shakily and scrambled to get out of his leather jacket. “Robbie, please.”
“Do you need help?”
“Yes.”
“God, you’re perfect, so hungry for it you’re already come-dumb. But I’m going to take care of you, sweetie.”
“You’reperfect,” Finn argued, even as he leaned in to let Robbie disrobe him.
Robbie didn’t even think to take off his own clothes. While Finn lay naked and flushed on the bed, Robbie was still in his cargos and polo. And suddenly he couldn’t believe he’d never realized how hot that could be: Finn open and vulnerable to his touch while Robbie loomed over him, covered and unavailable, because this moment wasn’t about him and his pleasure, but Finn’s.
Well. Finn’s pleasure was his pleasure, really.
He started with a kiss. Finn was basically a work of art but his lips were especially nice, plump and pink and always eager for Robbie’s. He held himself over Finn’s prone body while they kissed, never quite touching anywhere else, until Finn was panting breathlessly into his mouth and arching against the bed.
“Shh,” Robbie whispered against his lips. He pressed a soft kiss there, then on Finn’s jaw, his neck, his clavicle. “I’m going to make you feel so good, babygirl.”
He couldn’t have hoped for a better reaction when he thumbed over Finn’s nipples. Finn jerked like he’d been shocked, eyes closed in bliss, cheeks flushed. He wound his hands into Robbie’s hair, not pulling, justholding, like he needed to tether himself to the earth.
“You’re sensitive here, huh?” Robbie murmured against Finn’s chest, trailing his mouth down to one tight nipple. He covered it with his lips, pressed the broad part of his tongue against the little nub, drew a slow circle. Finn’s ribcage shuddered under his hands.
“Yeah,” Finn said on a sigh, rolling his body as though to try to get some friction. “Robbie, come on.”
Oh, this was going to be fun. Robbie languidly traced a path of wet kisses to the other nipple. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? You’re not trying to rush me, are you?”
“Nnnoooo,” said Finn, who absolutely was. Robbie pinched the inside of his thick thigh just hard enough to make him jump.
“That’s right.” Robbie mouthed down Finn’s sternum, in no particular hurry. “A good girl wouldn’t do that, would she?”
“Fuck,” Finn groaned in a voice that was anything but feminine, apparently too turned-on to play along.
Robbie scored his teeth over Finn’s navel and then headed lower.
There were a thousand filthy things he wanted to say to Finn, but right now he wanted his cock in his mouth more. He closed his lips around the head and sucked gently, more of a tease than anything, and he laid an arm across Finn’s hips tokeep him still while he lavished all his attention on the tip of Finn’s cock, swirling his tongue, flicking the point over it.
Finn’s fingers tightened in his hair, but he didn’t pull. “Oh my God.”
Robbie smiled against his dick.
And then Finn flipped the script.
“Robbie,” he whined, a little breathy but at least 70 percent manipulative little shit. “You said you were going to fuck me. I’ve been good all week.”
