But it turns out—life lesson here, kids—there’s nothing more terrifying than achieving your dreams, because then you have everything to lose.
I love Robbie. But I can’t commit to this relationship thing. Not entirely. Not yet.
Because if I dive in fully and Robbie realizes he’s panic-flailed himself into this thing with me for the wrong reasons… if he decides it’s easier to pursue his wife-and-picket-fence dreams again… he’ll feel guilty, and I’ll be heartbroken, and our friendship will be dust and ashes.
Robbie’s eyes study my face, and one side of his mouth tips up in a knowing smile. “My Amesie. Always trying to control everything. Trying to protect everyone. Maybe turn that brain off, huh?”
I frown. It’s annoying as fuck to be known and even worse to be managed. “Why don’t you make me?” I shoot back.
Robbie grins like this is the opening he was waiting for. He drops to his knees so smoothly it takes my breath away.
“Fuck,” I mutter, leaning back against the wall by the stairs. “Don’t you want to?—?”
Green eyes meet mine intently. “All I want right now, Ames—allI want—is to make you feel as good as you make me feel whenever we’re together.”
I have absolutely nothing to say to that, so I thread my good hand through his hair and nod.
He makes quick work of my belt and zipper, and I have to brace myself against the wall as he removes my boots, then peels my pants down and off. The look on his face while he does it—like he’s unwrapping his favorite present—does dangerous things to my heart.
Robbie starts slow, pressing adoring lips to my hip bones, my thighs, the shallow dip of my belly button. He runs his nose down my happy trail, inhaling like he’s savoring the scent. When he finally wraps his hand around me, my breath stutters, my cock already throbbing and desperate.
We’ve done a lot of stuff together. Quickie handies first thing in the morning, right after work. Rubbing off on each other while watching TV at night. Copping all the feels in the shower. Me sucking him and him making noises I’ve only ever heard in my dreams.
But not this. Not really.
I’m so hard I’m ready to come, and we haven’t gotten to the main course. If he keeps this up, the lesson will be over before it starts.Fuck that.
“Okay?” Robbie murmurs, his breath warm on my skin.
“Save the edging for the advanced course, young padawan,” I manage to croak out. “Suck me.”
Robbie huffs out a hot breath that ghosts over my tip.Then he leans in, dragging his tongue up my length in one slow, deliberate stroke before swirling it around the head.
My head falls back against the wall with a thunk.Holy fuck.
“Hey, hey,” he laughs. “Are you trying to re-concuss yourself? Stick around for the good part first, maybe?”
“Less talking,” I gasp. “This will be reflected in your final gra—ah, fuck!”
Robbie takes me into his mouth in a single, smooth motion, and his lips seal around me, warm and wet and perfect.
He’s tried this before, but I’ve always pulled him up before he could get me there. Like maybe a mouth full of spunk would be too overwhelming, too scary, too… real, or something.
But tonight, he’s determined, and I have no willpower to resist. Zero. None.
He starts slow, just the tip, his tongue exploring my skin in ways that make my toes curl. Then he takes me deeper, inch by inch, until I’m hitting the back of his throat. When he hums, the vibration shoots straight up my spine. When he takes me deep, I have to bite my lip to keep from making a sound that’s way too close to a whimper.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Rob?—”
He pulls off just enough to say, “Tell me what you like.”
“I—huh?”
“I like everything we’ve done.Loveeverything we’ve done.” His tongue flicks up the underside, and I shudder. “I want to know what feels good toyou, Amesie.”
Christ. How is he so good at this? How does he know exactly what to say to unravel me?
“Th-that,” I manage. “The thing you just did. With your tongue.”
