Chapter Seven
Exit, Pursued by a Bear
Oh Lord, if anyone saw him in this moment, they’d know he was here for sex, because they’d assume he was a hooker.
Blood pooled in his groin. Finn had never fantasized about being a sex worker… but in this moment, he wondered if that wasn’t an error in judgment on his part. He almost laughed hysterically.
Then the door opened and Robbie stood there in skinny jeans and a button-up. The sleeves were rolled and his feet were bare. Finn wanted to drop to his knees.
Robbie grabbed Finn by the belt and yanked him in. Then he slammed the door shut and Finn up against it.
“You been a good boy for me sweetheart? Kept your hands to yourself and didn’t touch what’s mine?” He cupped Finn’s now throbbing erection.
Finn nodded desperately. “Yes, just like you said.”
“Good boy,” Robbie purred. Then he swooped in to finally, finally slot their mouths together.
Helpless, Finn wound his arms around Robbie’s neck and let his mouth go slack so Robbie could do as he would.
Apparently what Robbie would was kiss Finn like he didn’t need oxygen, his hands soft and gentle on Finn’s waist at first, then teasing under the hem of his T-shirt. Finn melted into it, and his spine went liquid at the heat rolling through him.
But if he thought the anticipation would make Robbie rush, he was sadly mistaken.
Robbie was as determined to learn the best way to kiss Finn as he was to learn the dance steps.
And from the hard jut of him pressing against Finn’s hip, he was enjoying this substantially more.
When he had Finn breathless, weak-kneed, and whisker-burned, he swiped his thumbs up from Finn’s hipbones to the bottom of his rib cage, so soft it made Finn shiver—and Finn was still being kissed within an inch of his life, clinging to Robbie like he was a raft in a storm.
God, he wanted.
Finally Robbie released his mouth, but he didn’t hurry to move Finn to the bed.
Instead he pushed his hands higher under Finn’s shirt and traced the planes of his chest and the muscles of his back.
He pressed his lips to the hinge of Finn’s jaw, followed them with tongue and teeth until he had Finn’s earlobe in his mouth and Finn’s dick was so wet that the cotton of his underwear was starting to chafe.
“Robbie,” Finn complained, desperate without being able to say what for.
“You’re a dream, princess,” Robbie murmured into his neck as he skated his thumbs over Finn’s nipples. Finn jerked involuntarily—the only movement he seemed capable of. “A perfect little present just for me.”
Jesus Christ, Finn’s brain was going to leak out his ears. “Take me to bed,” he demanded. Or begged. He didn’t care as long as it got results.
He half expected Robbie to ignore him and continue to feel him up against the wall.
The other half of him expected Robbie to lift him and toss him on the mattress like a ragdoll.
No part of him was prepared for Robbie to slowly withdraw his hands from Finn’s body only to sweep him up in a bridal carry.
“Oh my God,” Finn said aloud, almost to himself and completely by accident.
He felt Robbie’s chuckle in his chest. “I told you, I want to take my time.”
“Uh-huh,” Finn said faintly as Robbie laid him on the mattress and went straight to work on Finn’s shoes.
They were old. Finn could’ve kicked them off in half a second.
Robbie was untying them. “Just remember”—Robbie set down Finn’s shoe, bent his leg at the knee so he could take off the sock—“what they say about erections that last longer than four hours.”
Robbie looked up from between Finn’s legs. “Four hours seems ambitious for the first date.”
Then he kissed Finn’s bare ankle.
Finn was gonna die, probably.
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 his mouth 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.”
“Fucking perfect,” Robbie said, and then he fisted Finn’s hair and gave him a real kiss, 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.
“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.