Chapter Ten #4
“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 to keep 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.”
Robbie felt like he’d been whacked in the head with a blunt object. He made a noise of surprise around Finn’s cock as his own erection throbbed in his pants.
“I did what you said,” Finn went on. Robbie barely heard him over the rushing sound of his blood flowing south. “All week. I was so good, I didn’t—”
Robbie pulled his mouth off Finn’s dick and bit the inside of his thigh.
“—fuck, I played with myself but I never, nnngh, I never touched where you said I couldn’t, because you said it was yours—”
Robbie was going to have an aneurysm. This was how he was going to die, fully dressed for some godforsaken reason and with his face between Finn’s legs and Finn’s hands in his hair. He fumbled for the fly of his shorts as Finn went on, making not even the slightest attempt to sound feminine.
“And I’m already so wet for you.”
Robbie closed his eyes and closed his fist around the base of his cock. When he opened his eyes again, Finn was smirking, dick hard against his stomach, cheeks red, expression full of mischief.
Somehow Robbie pulled himself together and stripped the rest of his clothes off. “I thought I said that pussy was mine. You weren’t supposed to touch it.”
“I didn’t,” Finn lied blatantly as Robbie fixed his gaze on the telltale shine around his hole. “But I got so excited thinking about you—”
You asshole, Robbie thought. He snatched a condom off the bed and tore it open. He wanted to give Finn the eyebrow of skepticism, but it was taking all his motor control not to rip the latex. “Yeah? Were you thinking about me, babygirl? Thinking about this?”
Whatever Finn said, he wasn’t getting Robbie’s dick before he got his fingers. Not the first time, anyway. The lube spilled over his hand and onto the bedspread, but who cared? Robbie pushed two fingers in and suppressed a shudder when Finn only parted his thighs and groaned.
“Yeah,” Finn rasped, working his hips against Robbie’s hand. “You promised you’d—fuck me.”
“I will,” Robbie promised. He felt like he was out of his body as he pushed his fingers in and out, but he was determined to get some agency back. Finn didn’t get to call all the shots. He swallowed convulsively and curled his fingers. “But you gotta ask nice, babygirl.”
Finn dug his heels into the mattress and raised his head, chest heaving. His expression said are you kidding me and also keep going. “Fuck—fuck me, please, Robbie.”
Robbie pushed in a third finger and rubbed deliberately over Finn’s prostate. He dropped back to the bed, cursing. “You need me to fuck you?” he asked. Finn’s cock was drooling copiously against his stomach. “Fuck your tight pussy?”
“Hahhhh,” Finn said. “Yeah, yeah, yes.”
Robbie fluttered his lips over the tip of Finn’s cock. “Ask me for it.” He wanted to hear the word from Finn’s mouth. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
He let Finn’s dick slap wetly against his stomach.
“Jesus, Robbie—fucking—fuck my cunt.”
Want hit Robbie low in the stomach, his dick jerking and blurting pre. Fuck yes.
“As you wish, darling.” Robbie settled between Finn’s glorious thighs, which he eagerly clamped around Robbie’s hips.
“Please, now!” Finn arched his back and lifted his hips, as if trying to get Robbie inside him.
Robbie leaned forward and claimed Finn’s mouth in a filthy kiss and pushed in until he was buried in Finn up to the hilt.
Finn spasmed around him and clutched at Robbie’s shoulders. He tossed his head back and moaned. “Robbie, Robbie, God.”
Robbie nuzzled Finn’s long throat and breathed deep, adjusting to the tight heat and catching his breath before he moved.
“You good, babygirl?” He pulled back to look Finn in the eye and found him staring back with half-lidded eyes.
“So good,” he slurred. “You feel—fuck—so good.” He clenched and Robbie nearly went cross-eyed.
Robbie rolled his hips, grinding more than thrusting, to get his own back. Finn let out a noise Robbie could only describe as a purr, and Robbie had to kiss him filthy.
Finn released his grip on Robbie’s shoulders and tangled his fingers in Robbie’s hair. It was Robbie’s turn to purr. Note to self, wear hair down next time so Finn can pull it as much as he likes.
Releasing Finn’s delicious mouth, Robbie pulled back and took in the sight of his flushed face, parted lips, and glazed eyes.
“God, look at you, babygirl. Cock drunk already, aren’t you?”
Finn gasped and pulled at Robbie’s hair.
“Jesus, barely inside you and already you’re stupid with it. You like being stuffed full that much, huh, sweetheart? Your poor cunt has been so empty, hasn’t it?”
“Ngh, Robbie, fuck—fuck me, please.”
As if he could refuse such a request.
He settled his weight to ensure he was stable, then started to fuck, throwing his back into it so he could give Finn the railing he’d been begging for.
Finn came alive under him, squirming and groaning and clenching around Robbie, letting out breathy ah, ah, ahs every time Robbie slammed home. Robbie’s ego had never felt so good.
Fuck, he was beautiful, and Robbie was going to blow his load too soon if he wasn’t careful.
Only the thought of disappointing Finn, of not being able to fuck him through his orgasm, kept him in check.
God, Robbie could fuck forever if it meant seeing Finn squirming on his cock and hearing him beg to come.
“Robbie, please, please, let me— Can I? Please, let me come.”
But he didn’t reach for his dick. That kind of good behaviour deserved a reward.
“Good girl.” Finn moaned. “You want me to rub your clit?”
“Yes, yes, please!”
Robbie braced himself on one elbow and reached down to grasp Finn’s wet, leaking cock. Then, because he couldn’t help himself, he rubbed his thumb back and forth over the head. “Like this, babygirl? My thumb on your clit? Gonna come on my cock now?”
“Oh my God.” Finn’s head fell back on the pillow, eyes closed, mouth open. “Please!”
“Good girl.” Robbie stroked him, long and slow. “Come when you’re ready, baby, wanna see it, feel it. Watch you squirt all over me, get even wetter, while your pussy clamps tight—”
Finn came with a wail, muscles locking, his thighs gripping Robbie closer and his fingers tugging at Robbie’s hair, pulling it from the braid he’d woven that morning.
For a long moment, Robbie couldn’t move—Finn was too tight and too beautiful.
He was frozen in the face of Finn with his mouth slack from pleasure and come pooling on his abdomen and, Jesus, splattered up his chest practically to his chin.
Robbie wanted to lick it, clean Finn with his tongue.
Fuck. It was amazing that Robbie didn’t come there and then.
He licked his way back to Finn’s mouth and rolled his hips gently while he waited for Finn to come down.
When his eyes fluttered open and focused on Robbie again, Robbie was thinking about jerking off on his chest to increase the mess, but Finn pulled the plug on that when he slurred, “Robbie, Robbie, fuck me? Come inside me? Please?”
The words slammed into Robbie. Suddenly he had the image of Finn a mess of come, with it leaking from his ass, come-drunk and purring because Robbie had filled his cunt.
“You sure, baby? Want me to fuck you still? Your pussy not too sore?”
“No. No, never,” Finn promised unrealistically. “Fuck me ’til you come?”
“Fuck, baby, anything for you,” Robbie promised in return, and fucked Finn in sharp rolling thrusts until Finn was whimpering from overstimulation and Robbie was losing his goddamn mind. He thrust deep and came and came, filling the condom and wishing it wasn’t there.
He buried his face in Finn’s neck as he trembled with the force of his orgasm.
Jesus, he’d never come so hard in his life.
He hadn’t known sex could be like this. For several long seconds his brain was a blissful, echoing, empty space.
No thoughts, just the brush of Finn’s chest hair against his as they heaved for breath, and the smell of sweat and come, and, eventually, a cramp in his toe.
Finally Finn said, “Robbie?”
“Nnnngh?” Robbie said. He’d developed several involuntary muscle spasms. He felt like he’d been Zambonied.
“Oh good. You’re not dead.”
Groaning, Robbie heaved himself to one side and faceplanted on the bed. “I just shot every last brain cell out my dick. Gimme a minute.”
A soft snicker. “Who’s come-dumb now?”
“Oh, me for sure.” With some effort, he rolled onto his side. Finn was still sweaty and red-faced with exertion, and aside from that he was… truly a disaster. Robbie was getting itchy just looking at the stuff crusting in his chest hair. “Okay, I think we need a shower. And then we can catch up?”
Finn raised an amused eyebrow. “On all the crazy stuff that’s happened to us since we saw each other like nineteen hours ago?”
Robbie poked him. “Don’t be a brat. I can’t go another round yet.”