Robbie twitches with silent pleasure. His fingers comb through my hair, pushing it back to one side so he can get a good look at me with his cock in my mouth.
I’ll make him beg for it.
I part my lips, pursing them as I kiss his navel. Warm breath. Gentle nips. I make eye contact with him as I move my tongue toward him only to pull it back.
Robbie flexes his jaw. “Now that’s just mean.”
I grin before pursing my lips along his shaft. His chest rises sharply, pleasure aching from his gaze as I inch my tongue toward the tip.
“Hey, Robbie,” I say, gently tapping him. “How often do you want to fuck this little mouth?”
He smirks. “Only every time you open it, baby.”
I bare my teeth and he flinches.
I laugh, bringing my tongue out again. He relaxes, his need overwhelming the fear for his balls. I reward him with a lick, tasting him from the base all the way to the dripping tip.
Robbie groans and I feel it deep inside. It’s urgent and primal, a beautiful need to please and satisfy him. It’s strange to feel this for him again. Honestly, I haven’t felt it this strongly since those first few weeks together back when everything was simple and easy. No baggage. No dumb fights. Just a constant, aching urge to fuck each other silly.
He sighs with pleasure as he pushes my bangs back. Again, the sound rocks my core. I take him deep into my mouth just to hear it and his entire body twitches with surprise. With my throat relaxed, I take him until his tip presses hard against the back of my throat. I swallow, nearly choking. I’m admittedly out of practice here, but Robbie’s sharp groan of pleasure makes it all worth it.
“Fucking hell,” he says.
He bunches up my hair and pulls me up. Saliva wipes along my cheek as he takes hold of me and flips me over onto my back.Robbie forces my knees apart and grabs my hips, pulling me down to align us. He pushes his cock inside. One big thrust and I cry out, his overwhelming girth filling me so perfectly.
Robbie towers over me and fucks me harder. I reach above my head to brace myself against the headboard, trying to keep myself from pushing too far away from him. It feels too good. He grunts and groans like an animal, his cock pumping in and out.
Passion takes me and, for the hundredth time tonight, I’m reminded of how hot and satisfying a night with Robbie Wheeler can be.
My body tightens. “I’m coming,” I breathe. “I—”
Robbie doesn’t stop. He grabs my torso, thrusting even deeper. I push against the headboard, hearing the sudden crack of something breaking beneath us. A wave of pleasure charges through me and I ignore it, grabbing the nearest pillow and screaming into it as Robbie’s fingers dig even harder into my ribs.
He thrusts forward one more time and stays there, taking thick, panting breaths as he comes inside of me. My toes curl. My thighs burn. I quiver with satisfaction as I watch the quick twitch at the base of his cock. He pulls out mid-ejaculation, spilling a pump onto my navel and I mewl, happy to be claimed.
Robbie slowly lies beside me. He spoons me, resting an open palm on the nearest breast and pulling me against him. We kiss. We catch our breaths. We settle into a warm, sticky embrace.
After a minute, I laugh. “Did we break the bed?” I ask.
“I think so,” he says.
“Sorry about that.”
“No big deal.” He kisses my neck. “It sounded like a screw came lose. I’ll fix it later.”
“Can I watch?”
He chuckles, gently nuzzling my ear. “Sure.”
I turn my head, slowly shifting my body around to face him. Robbie’s hand moves to my cheek, his strong fingers tracing a line along my cheekbones toward my lips.
“What?” he asks, smiling.
“Nothing,” I whisper.
He cups my face and kisses me on the lips. He turns onto his back and I rest my head on his shoulder. His chest rises and falls with mine. His fingers caress my skin. My touch dances along the black tattoos of his arm and I spot the fresh tattoo on his left abs again. Colorful notches counting up to seven…
Before I can ask, exhaustion settles in. I rest my eyes, briefly opening them now and again to watch the thick snow falling outside the window. The streets are dark and cold, but this bed is not. Robbie’s bed is always warm and exciting, but not always in a good way.
Let’s hope I remember that in the morning.
Fourteen
Robbie
“Yeah, I figured,” I say into the phone. “Thanks for letting me know, Bill.”
“Stay warm, Rob,” he says.
I glance at the closed bedroom doors and smile. “Oh, I’ll try.”
“See you Monday.”
“See you then.”
I hang up and set my cell phone on the counter next to the stove. Bacon sizzles in a skillet while I keep a close eye on the pancakes on the next burner over. Another minute and it’ll be time to crack some eggs. Until then, I’ll just stand here and enjoy the silent bliss for the second time this week.
I’m making breakfast for Melanie Rose.
But this time, she’s not passed out after a night of hard drinking.
She’s passed out after a night of hard fucking.
I take a deep breath, feeling smug.
Sweet, silent bliss.
Three loud knocks echo on the door, breaking my sweet silence.
Or not.
I set my spatula down, eager to rush over and stop the pounding before it wakes Melanie up, if it hasn’t already.
I yank the door open quickly and exhale at Roger’s excited face.
“Hey!” he says, throwing his hands up. “What a surprise. He’s alive.”
“Sorry, man,” I say, letting him in. “Something came up last night.”
“Sorry?” he asks. “Who’s sorry? You ditching me is one of the best
