Page 98 of Far From Sherwood Forest
Why would he when he has all these people here who love him?
Robin didn’t want to split up tonight, but my plan wouldn’t work if we hadn’t. Still, I don’t exactly like where my mind goes when I’m alone.
I’ll be glad when all of this is fucking over.
The fires down in the camp continue to burn for a couple of hours, and music that I assume comes from Alan drifts through the night. I lean my head back against the rough bark of the tree and close my eyes, but I can’t sleep while it’s all going on. It doesn’t help that I haven’t been awake that long. It might be night here, but it was morning only a few hours ago.
Eventually, the fires start to die down, and the music stops. Voices and laughter last a bit longer, but as soon as those fade with people heading off to sleep, I try to get some too.
Of course, it doesn’t come. I’m too anxious and lonely and restless.
I think I might be just starting to doze off when the crunching of leaves and the snap of a twig has me jolting upright and drawing my sword from its scabbard where it rests on my lap. I get it halfway out before someone speaks.
“It’s just me.”
I recognize Robin’s quiet voice before I make out the shape of his silhouette standing a few feet away.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I set my sword on theground beside me.
He takes a few steps forward and shrugs. “I can’t sleep. Just nervous about tomorrow, I guess.”
“Me too,” I tell him honestly. “Come here.”
I open my legs and motion for him to settle between them. He lets his bow and quiver fall to the ground before dropping to his knees and sitting back on his heels in front of me. We stare at each other in silence, the dim glow of the moon on his face. My eyes dip down to his full lips, highlighted by the silver light.
“I have an idea of something that might help us both,” I tell him, trying to keep my tone neutral, though it still comes out a bit husky. “If you’re interested?”
He licks those pretty lips and nods.
“Take my cock out.”
His breath hitches, and he leans forward to undo my belt. My dick started to thicken the moment this thought entered my head, but I’m not quite fully hard when he takes me out of my trousers. Though, I doubt it would take much to get me there.
“Put it in your mouth.”
Swallowing hard, he shifts his body and lowers himself until he’s partly lying on the ground between my legs. Before he can wrap his lips around me, I grip him by the chin and lift his face to mine. He peers up at me through hooded eyes.
“Don’t suck. Just keep me warm.”
Again, he nods, already breathing a little heavily. I let go of him, and he lowers his mouth onto my cock, letting it rest on his tongue as he seals his lips around me.
I groan and lean my head back against the tree as my dick swells. “That’s it. That’s perfect. Fuck, you really are a good boy now, aren’t you?”
He lets out a little moan that rumbles through my balls. I bring my hand to the back of his neck and rake my fingers gently through the ends of his hair. He doesn’t suck, just like I told him,simply holding me in his mouth and keeping my cock warm.
“I hope you’re ready to go back to being a bad boy again tomorrow though,” I tell him. “We’re going to have to put on quite the show.”
As though to prove he can do just that, he sucks me a little further into his mouth, pressing his tongue against the sensitive underside of my crown.
“Fuck,” I grunt, gripping his hair and pulling him off me.
He smirks up at me, his lids still heavy.
“I said no sucking. Are you going to be a good boy for me tonight?”
“Yes,” he whispers.
When I release him again, he goes back to warming my cock, laying his head on my thigh and getting more comfortable between my legs. His eyes close, and his body begins to relax. After a few minutes, his breathing grows slow and steady.
