Page 31 of Trapped

I lean in forward, closer to the flushed skin of his dripping slit, opening my mouth. “I did.” My tongue darts out, lapping over his crown.

Robin takes in a sharp breath. “Wh—why?” He stammers.

Making sure to not break our physical touch, I look up at him through my lashes, my tongue still against him. Robin’s chest is heaving violently now. Now that I have his full attention, I slowly swipe my tongue around his crown, enjoying the strangled sound that falls off his lips.

“Do you want me to ask for it?” I mumble against his hot flesh.

“Ask me what?” He lets out, voice high-pitched. It’s adorable.

“For you to stick your dick inside my mouth so I can suck on it like the treat it is?” I give him another flutter of my lashes, feigning innocence. Robin shudders. “Or for you to climb the bed onto your knees, straddle my thighs and ride my dick?”

“Arsène…” He choaks, and fuck, does my name sound good on his lips.

“For you to lay by my side every night from now on in this bed? Be mine?”

Robin rocks his hips a little forward, and I don’t even know if he does it on purpose —those glassy, wide eyes don’t seem to register anything—and I don’t hesitate. Suckling his dick right into the back of my throat, he cries out, limbs shivering with need.

“Fuck, that feels good. Oh, so good,” he blabbers. He does too. His cock feels velvety soft and mercilessly hard at the same time, his tip once wet with my spit, now pouring the salty flavour of pre-cum freely into my throat. Fucking delicious. Cupping his balls with one hand, I let my mouth do the work around his shaft, licking the underside of his dick, spoiling his sensitive crown with flicks of my tongue, altered with kisses and soft, teasing nips.

Who would have thought that Robin is a noisy lover? A flutter of a memory of his presence in class teases me, making me smile inwardly. So moody, so prickly. Who would have thought that he’d be so sweet and submissive? His cock pulses inside my mouth, another flow of his arousal coating my tongue before it makes its way to my throat. My own dick is throbbing inside my briefs, and with his dick buried deeply inside my throat, I reach down and grab hold of my shaft, giving it a few strokes to release the pressure.

Then I pull my mouth off of him. “Come here, baby.” Ignoring his needy whine, I drag him onto me and crawl backwards onto the bed. “Grab the lube for me, will you? Top drawer.” He rushes off to do just that, and I watch him lean over with a possessive hand on his hip. So that’s the key. All I’ve got to do is keep him on edge and hungry for me, and my pretty boy will do just what I say.

I’ve got to remember that one.

Handing me the bottle, he carefully sits down onto my lap, just like I want him to.

“Lift my hips and roll my underwear down.”

His hands shake a little when he does what I ask, but once more, he surrenders to my will. When my underwear is down to my hips, my cock juts out, brushing past his. We both hiss at the sensation. I reach out around his hips and with his eyes still on mine, he starts to move.

“I’ve got zero patience right now,” I grit out, slicking my fingers with lube. “I need to be inside you.”

“Again?” He teases, but his dark, dilated eyes give him away.

“Oui. Encore une fois.” Et encore, et encore… I could fucking always be buried in that tight, hot ass of his. I prepare him quickly, one finger turning into two, then three, as I stretch and scissor his quivering hole. He mewls all the time, the sweetest of sounds leaving his full lips as he sits on me, waiting for me to guide him through. When I deem him finally ready, I slowly pull my fingers and tap them against his hips. “Lift up, baby. Show me how badly you want me.”

Robin lets out a choked moan, then does what I say.

“Fuck, the perfect sight,” I growl. It is. Looking at how his lithe, sculpted body slowly slowly, carefully absorbs my cock, taking my throbbing flesh inch by inch into his greedy hole, is mesmerizing. Sweat prickles his forehead, and I swipe the camel-coloured strands to the right, admiring his large eyes and those sweet, pouty lips, parted once more from the effort of taking me in.

“That’s it,” I praise. “You’re doing so well for me.”

Robin doesn’t speak, just lets out a strangled hiss. And then I’m fully inside of him, our balls snug together. Grabbing hold of his waist, I mumble, “Vas-y papillon, vole.”

Spread your wings and fly.

Lifting his hips, he lets my cock slide out of him just that little bit, before he slowly sinks right back onto me.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I mumble encouragingly. He smiles down at me, a genuine smile, followed by a nod and a broken “ouiii.” Then he repeats the movement, faster this time. Slide, sink, slide, sink. My grip on his waist tightens, and on the next roll of his hips, I gyrate mine up as well, taking over. He lets out a gasp when my cock sinks in deeper, his large eyes turning glassy.

There.

“You like that, baby?” I purr.

“Y-yeah.”

Picking up speed, I do it again, thrusting up in rapid succession, making sure to hit that bundle of nerves that make him cry out for me. His head tilts back, exposing his throat to me.

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