Page 91 of Far From Sherwood Forest
A growl crawls its way up my throat. “I take it back.”
“No way,” he says, his smile shining through now. “I want to feel you too, Henry. Nothing between us.”
Whatever’s left of my heart lurches into my throat where it pounds out a rapid rhythm. I was hoping I’d be too exhausted, both physically and mentally, to be nervous. But even after turning myself inside out, peeling back every layer of skin to show Robin the bruises underneath and letting him walk through the wreckage, there’s still a wild fluttering in my stomach.
Robin seems to be able to tell, giving me another soft, swiftkiss. “Lie back.”
I swallow hard as I do what he says, lying on my back on the scratchy hay. I was once used to sleeping on beds made of straw, so it doesn’t bother me enough to distract from the storm rolling in, my chest heaving, shaking with the thunder.
Robin hovers above me without touching me, like he’s somehow floating. “Where can I touch you?”
“Anywhere.” When he grinds his hips down on mine in response, I groan. “Everywhere.”
After tearing off his shirt and tossing it away, his hands go to the button of my jeans, undoing them as he peppers soft kisses across my chest, pausing at my right nipple to languidly roll his tongue over the sensitive bud.
My head falls back, and my eyes flutter closed. It feels fucking good, but I don’t know how much of the slow, intimate touches I’ll be able to stand. It’s confusing and conflicting. Iwanthis touch. I crave it. But it’s so overwhelming, every inch of my skin sensitive and hungry, starved for far too long. It’s like I’ll die without it but having too much too soon might kill me too.
“Robin.”
I’m not sure if his name is meant to be a whine or a warning, but it gets him to stop.
His face appears above mine again, and I instinctively reach up to touch the corner of his mouth that’s pulled down a little too low.
“Let someone take care of you for once, Henry.”
And there it is. The reason this is more difficult than I expected it’d be.
“You should already know that’s a hard ask.”
His lips turn up into a grin beneath my thumb. “I’m not surprised. But will you try? For me?”
I nod becausethatis easy.
Once he has my jeans undone, I kick off my boots and helphim get my pants and underwear off as my cock is freed, already hard as it comes to rest against my stomach. Robin stares at it, and the longer he does, a bead of precum starts to form at the tip as though he summoned it. When he leans over to lick it up, I have half a mind to ask him if that’s exactly what he did.
However, as my dick is enveloped in the hot, silky hollow of his mouth, every single last thought goes flying right out of my brain.
I rest my head back and close my eyes again, giving myself over to the feeling of Robin kneeling between my legs, his pretty lips wrapped around my cock, and his warm hands squeezing my thighs.
The last time my cock was in Robin’s mouth, I fucked his face so violently that tears were streaming down his face. I refuse to decide if this is better, but it sure is different.Gooddifferent.
His hands leave my thighs, and I hear the rustling of clothes as he takes off his jeans, my dick never leaving his mouth. After that, my focus vanishes, pleasure building and blinding me to anything else. I’m vaguely aware of a hand back on my thigh and one on my ass, pushing my legs open wider, lifting one just a little while the other spreads me open. Even when my dick slips out of his mouth, the warmth of it doesn’t leave, his tongue traveling down my shaft to my balls.
When that wet heat swipes over my hole, I grunt, and my eyes fly open. They’re greeted by the sight of Robin staring back, his own eyes wide and his lips parted, his surprise matching my own.
“Well, fuck,” he whispers on a breath as though in awe and reverence.
I don’t understand until his head dips back down and he starts fucking feasting on me like he’s been starving his entire life. His tongue laps circles around my rim before pressing into me. It feels as though he’s licking every inch of me from theinside out.
I fucking loved eating his ass and have been dying to do it again, but I hadn’t expected Robin to want to. I hadn’t expected toloveit.
I’m not fucking complaining.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, and my legs open a little wider on instinct. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m aware of just how vulnerable I am in this moment, but I can’t bring myself to care.
I’m offering myself to him.
I think I love it even more because Robin is clearly getting pleasure out of it too. One moan rolls into the next, vibrating through me as he feeds on me.
