Page 49 of Far From Sherwood Forest
Bringing my hands up, I part his cheeks. He gasps, but the sound is drowned out by the deep, rumbling feral noise that escapes me at the same time. The sight of his tight hole nearly has me coming undone.
“I doubt this will though,” I tell him, hardly recognizing my own voice. “But maybe I’m wrong. Because I’m going to fucking devour you.”
His moan of anticipation gets caught in his throat the moment my tongue swipes over his hole, becoming a kind of choked sob. My cock throbs in my jeans, begging for attention. Friction. Anything. But all my focus is on Robin. On his sounds. His body. His fucking taste.
Just like when I was touching his cock, I don’t want to stop.
He obviously doesn’t want me to either since he’s shoving his ass back, wordlessly—and yet noisily—begging for more. I give it to him eagerly, shoving my face between his cheeks as deep as I can, making him feel the rough scrape of my beard as I lick and suck all around his hole like a fucking starving man. My nails dig into the globes of his ass as I eat him. Consume him.
“Fuck.” A few words come through the incoherent moans and whimpers and cries. “My God. Fuck, Henry. So good.”
Hearing my name and God’s in the same string of words unleashes the most primal parts of me, and I go at his ass like it’s a fucking feast. I lick him and bite him and dig my nails into his flesh even deeper like he’s my prey.
Right now, that’s exactly what he is.
I thrust my tongue inside the tight heat of his ass, and those pretty noises of his grow louder. He trembles so badly I fear his knees will give out.
I haven’t had enough. Not nearly.
But if I don’t stop now, we both might be finished before I’ve barely started.
Rising to my feet, my hands go to the button of my jeans as I press my chest against the top of Robin’s back to keep him pinned in place—and maybe to help hold him upright. His fingertips brush against my jacket over my stomach, and I’m suddenly even more glad he’s handcuffed. I’m not sure what I’d do if he touched me more than that.
“Your ass tastes so fucking good, Robin,” I say in his ear, feeling a wave of satisfaction when he shivers against me. “You took my tongue well, but do you think you’ll be able to take my cock?”
“Yes,” he breathes. “Fuck. Please.”
Pushing my jeans and underwear down, I take my hard, aching cock in my hand and rub the head through the crack of his ass, smearing precum. With my other hand, I reach into my back pocket and take out the packet of lube I stashed there, ripping it open with my teeth. I replace my dick with a finger and pour some of the lube over his hole, swirling it around his rim before pushing inside.
We both groan at the same time.
He’s so fucking tight, and I know I need to stretch him open more before he can take my cock. But, fuck, I don’t know how long I can feel him squeezing my finger like this before shoving my dick inside.
“It’s a good thing I never killed you after all,” I growl in his ear as I slowly work in a second finger. “I told you I’d destroy you, Robin. I guess I’ll just have to indulge in wrecking this fucking ass instead.”
He’s all unintelligible noises again as I finger him until—
“Fuck!”
His ass clenches around my fingers, and his entire body trembles like an electric shock just traveled through him.
I know exactly what that was.
So I do it again.
“Henry!”
And there it is.
The sound of Robin Hood screaming my name carves through me like infernal fire, a wicked hymn that promises my descent into hell. Not because I’ve sinned, but for how deeply I’ll crave it for as long as my soul exists.
“This time when you come, I won’t be shutting you up with my cock in your mouth.” I nip at his ear as I stroke that spot inside him again. “I want to hear you scream my name like that with my cock in your ass instead.”
He sobs and cries, but they’re all filled with pleasure. His hands grab at the front of my jacket as though he’s trying to pull me closer while pushing his ass back on my fingers.
At least when he’s like this, I have less of a desire to shut him up. Iwantall of his screams and moans and beautiful cries.
I give him a few more thrusts, stretch him a little wider, then pull my fingers free.
