5. Robin
ROBIN
Iwas orbiting in an entirely different solar system as he sunk into me. There was something about him I didn’t expect that had me barely hanging on.
He ate pussy better than any man I’d ever been with, and now his dick felt like it was made just for me. He began to move slowly, pumping in and out.
“Does that feel good?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“Fuck, Micah, just fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
And he did just that. He started pounding into me. The feel of him sliding in and out, the heat building in my core, and the sound of our skin slapping was all there was. But I needed something more.
He lowered his head and kissed me as he stayed his course.
This man. He was so fucking unexpected. I grabbed his shoulders and we rolled. We stayed connected, but now I was on top. The look of surprise in his eyes gave way instantly to desire.
I took his hands and pinned them over his head as I began to rise and fall. A soft whimper left him as he looked up at me with lust drunk eyes.
“Do you like that?”
“Fuck… I like everything about you.”
I kissed him before putting my hands on his chest and riding him. My rise and fall turned into rocking and grinding as I got closer. He grabbed my hips and thrust up into me, somehow knowing exactly what I needed. I ground my clit on him, so ready to come again. His brow furrowed as he watched me.
“Robin, fuck, you’re so sexy.”
I bent down and kissed him. He kept one hand on my hip but moved the other up my back until he was cupping my head and directing the kiss.
That was it, I pulled up and writhed on him as pleasure took over. His hand that had been cupping the back of my head found my nipple and pinched it. That sent me over into another orgasm.
Both of his hands gripped my hips and pressed me down as he grunted and I felt him pulse inside of me.
I fell to his side. “Fuck. That was so good.”
He slid his hand into mine, and a foreign emotion began to swirl somewhere deep in my chest.
“Yeah, Robin, that was more than good.”
As I lay there panting, holding this man’s hand, I couldn’t help but think I didn’t usually let hookups stay. That wasn’t me being cold exactly, just practical.
One-night stands were easier when they stayed neatly contained.
A fun night with good sex, maybe a number exchange if the vibes were strong.
Then everybody returned to their regularly scheduled lives without awkward breakfast conversations or emotional complications.
Which was why I fully expected the hot priest to leave after we finished completely rearranging each other’s nervous systems.
Instead, Micah kissed me softly one more time before climbing out of bed and disappearing down the hallway.
I blinked after him, still pleasantly dazed and boneless against the mattress.
A minute later he returned wearing only boxers and carrying a glass of water and a granola bar
I stared at him.
Micah looked suddenly nervous beneath my silence. “Uh. Post-sex care package?”
My chest did something deeply inconvenient.
“You brought me a snack?”
“You did some pretty amazing work. I thought you might be hungry.”
I laughed softly before I could stop myself. When I’d had the occasional hook up with a man, it didn’t usually end in aftercare. There was typically an unspoken rush afterward. People trying to pretend intimacy hadn’t happened while scrambling back into clothes and checking phones.
Micah just... took care of me automatically, like it never occurred to him not to.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, setting everything on the nightstand before sliding carefully back into bed beside me.
“Yeah,” I said honestly. “Just surprised.”
“Bad surprised?”
“No.” I looked over at him. “Actually, a very good surprised.”
That earned me a sleepy smile. God. That smile was going to become a problem.
I drank some water while Micah settled against the pillows beside me, blonde hair messy from my hands, and his mouth still slightly swollen from kissing. My brain immediately supplied several unhelpful memories from earlier.
“You’re thinking loudly again,” he murmured.
“I’m deciding if you’re secretly running an elaborate scam.”
“Oh no. You discovered my evil plan.”
“To what? Emotionally support me?”
“Exactly. Very sinister.”
I chuckled quietly and set the water down.
The room had gone soft around us somehow. Rain tapped lightly against the windows while the apartment settled into deep nighttime quiet. And unexpectedly… I didn’t want him to leave. After hookups, I wanted space again almost immediately, my own bed, my own routine, safe distance.
But Micah’s warmth beside me felt easy. My body had relaxed around him without asking permission first. He shifted closer carefully, like he was giving me room to change my mind.
I curled toward him instinctively. Micah’s arm slid around my waist slowly before he pressed a soft kiss against the top of my head.
The tenderness of it nearly hurt. I stared at the dark room for a long second while his fingers traced lazily against my side.
This was dangerous too. Possibly more dangerous than the sex. Yet I tucked myself closer against him anyway.
A few minutes later, wrapped up in warm sheets and the steady rise and fall of Micah’s breathing, I fell asleep beside the hot priest like it was the most natural thing in the world.