“Robbie.”
He was already trembling for it. Robbie couldn’t wait to ruin him. “You’re so wet for me, babygirl. You like having my tongue in your pussy?”
Finn gasped. “Fuuuck.” He pressed his forehead against the mat. “You know I do.”
“Want me to keep going?” He rubbed a thumb over Finn’s hole to watch him twitch.
“Yes!”
“Yes what?”
“Yes… please?”
Robbie shifted so he had both palms on Finn’s upper thighs, pushing his cheeks up and apart with his thumbs. “Tell me what you want me to do, princess. Use your words.”
Finn pushed harder against the mat, tearing at his hair. “Eat me,” he whispered.
“Where?”
“Robbie!”
“Tell me where, babygirl.” He tongued one cheek, moving toward the crease, then hopped over it to the other one. “What do you want me to eat, princess?”
“My pussy,” Finn gasped finally, legs twitching, trying to widen. “Please, ea-eat my pussy and, and, my clit, touch—rub my clit,” he moaned into the floor, both hands fisted in his hair now. And Jesus, that was more than Robbie had hoped for. Saliva flooded his mouth and his blood sang in his ears.
Somehow he managed to purr, “Good girl.”
Then he leaned forward and got to work.
Robbie was a man possessed. Finn promised him ethical consumption weeks ago, and he was nothing if not conscientious. He lapped, nibbled, sucked, and kissed. He drooled and gasped like a starving man at his first meal, unable to stop his mouth, even to acknowledge the symphony of pretty noises coming from Finn.
“Robbie, Robbie, Robbie,” Finn chanted, his voice pitching higher. “I’m gonna, gonna come.”
Robbie pulled back. “Yeah?” He’d been so focused that he hadn’t pried his hands away from Finn’s asscheeks to touch his dick. But with a little space between Robbie’s mouth and Finn’s glistening hole, Robbie could see his desperate squirming was pushing his dick into the pillow.
“I’m so—” Finn gasped and arched his back.
So hot? So perfect? So going to give me a heart attack before my next birthday?Robbie forced in a breath and rasped out, “You little slut. Too desperate to wait for my hand? You can come that way, then, kitten. Humping a pillow while I tongue your cunt.”
Finn keened and hitched his hips forward, rubbing his dick against the towel.
“Good girl.” He held Finn open once again. “You take care of your clit. I’ll see to your pussy.” He pointed his tongue and speared it in deep, and was rewarded with a wail.
Robbie’s mouth and tongue were deliciously sore moments later when Finn came trembling around him, but he didn’t let up until Finn slumped into the floor, boneless. He pulled back with a few gentling laps and then became aware of his own painful hard-on pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
He crawled up Finn’s body and kissed his shoulder. “Fuck, babygirl, I’m hard enough to pound nails.”
Finn tilted his head back toward Robbie, glassy-eyed. “You gonna fuck me?”
“You want me to? Want me to pound your pussy now that it’s dripping wet, babygirl?”
“Yes!”
“Next time, sweetheart,” Robbie promised. “Not gonna last.” He ripped open his jeans to get a hand on his dick.
He pulled himself out, dark red and dripping, but Finn reached for him before he could start jerking. He all but fell into Robbie’s lap. Robbie twined his hands into Finn’s ruffled hair. “You hungry, baby?”
Finn blinked damp eyelashes over bitten-red lips. “Let me suck you.”
