Page 151 of If Only In Our Dreams

He’d been so tired after another sleepless night in the studio. After spending all day playing with the girls and taking them on adventures around town. He’d passed out before we’d even had our usual shared glass of wine—and right before he’d fallen asleep, he’d told me a single, lovely word. A word that meant this was a definite go, and I was welcome to do whatever I wanted.

“Green, Benisaurus Rex,” Robin had murmured, sleepy sweet and rough.

And then he’d promptly passed out.

He’d been so cute I hadn’t wanted to disturb him. But when the early hours of the morning hit and I woke up before him—I could no longer contain my hunger.

His skin was sleep-warm as I kissed the back of his neck, enjoying the prickle of his new haircut and the way the buzzed hair was shorn soft. Slowly, I slid kisses across his shoulders,and down the center of his spine, keeping my touch gentle, but firm enough not to tickle.

He made a sleepy sound, wiggling with a smack of his lips, his ass snug against my crotch.

Lower I kissed, down, down, until my lips skimmed his boxer briefs, and I was close enough to my prize I could feel anticipation burning bright in the air.

My cock was aching, the tease of the perfect globes of Robin’s ass making my head spin. With a hum, I buried my face between his cheeks, grinding my nose and lips in so I could suck at his sweet little hole through the fabric.

Robin shivered, but otherwise didn’t wake up.

Fuck.

God.

My dick hurt.

I reached down, squeezing it tight as I nosed at his hole through the fabric again, head swimming. The trust it took for him to allow me this was just—Jesus.

It really fucking did it for me.

Especially knowing Robin’s past and what he’d been through.

I slid his underwear down inch by inch, notching my lips at the top of his crease, my tongue lapping the sensitive skin as the fabric slid lower and lower. The moment the boxers slipped down past his knees, his pretty hole winked at me, hidden in dusky shadow between his cheeks.

Unable to help myself, I grabbed one, spreading him wide so I could get a better look.

Fuck, he was delicious. A dusting of pale hair circled his sweet pink hole, taunting me as I rumbled a pleased little sound and dove in to lave kisses over my favorite part of his body.

With every swipe of my tongue, Robin’s hole softened, like he was welcoming me in.

I checked periodically to see if he’d woken up, but he hadn’t?—

He was still completely unconscious.

It wasn’t long before I was too impatient to do much more than slick up my fingers and stick them inside where he was liquid-hot and tight. Robin grunted, his hips shifting a little as one finger became two, and I worried the back of his neck with my teeth, my dick hard enough to drill a hole into the mattress.

I wanted to stick it inside him so fucking bad.

Wanted to shove in and in and in, and wake him up with him knowing exactly who he belonged to. Wanted to fuck him till my cum filled him up, then fuck him again just to drive it deeper.

When he was ready, I pulled my fingers free, marveling as his hole gaped. It tried to shut. A valiant effort that was fruitless, it was too well-fucked.

“Fuck.” I hardly recognized my voice as I slicked up my cock and pressed the flushed crown to his loose rim. His hole gave easily, sliding like butter as I slipped in, one inch at a time—slowly, slowly.

It wasn’t until I was fully seated that Robin finally woke.

He made this startled sound—my favorite sound—and then whined, his hips shifting wider to accommodate my girth. Already, he was grinding into the mattress, then back against me—even though his brain wasn’t awake enough for words.

“Fuck yes,” Robin finally managed, voice low and sleep-scratchy. “Fuck me, big guy. Give me that big ole?—”

I pulled out and slammed back into him, eyes rolling back as the hot-pink of his ass gave beneath my dick. Fuck, it was heaven. Molten lava just clutching,clutchingat me. So fucking tight. I loved the way our balls tapped when I sunk in deep. I loved the way his tiny body struggled to fit my girth. Loved when he was still half asleep and relaxed. Loved feeling him wake up around me, his body twitching to life.

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