Page 86 of Kiss-Fist
He grins up at me, and I spin my finger in the air, watching as his lips part in excitement. But he doesn’t move. Not quick enough anyway.
So, I give him a little incentive. I lean forward and cup his cock in my hand, squeezing it, pulling the cutest sound from him.
‘You mine,’ I sign with my free hand, and Robbie nods, his cheeks flushed as he bucks his hips upward.
‘Tell me.’
He lifts a hand and points to me. ‘You’re mine. I’m yours.’
That’s good enough for me.
I give him a satisfied smile, then swirl my finger around, wanting that ass up.
He leans up and kisses me roughly, delaying what I want by several minutes, but when he pulls away, he does what I asked. He puts himself on his hands and knees, his ass in the air, his face on the mattress before him.
My hands reach out and cup him, squeezing the globes of his butt.
When I said he’s mine, I meant it. Fuck, I don’t even know the sign for boyfriend, but as soon as this is done, I’m gonna look it up and ask him to be official. I want this to be exclusive. Robbie and Thom.
Me and him.
I slowly pull his pants down, grabbing his underwear while they go, unwrapping him like a present.
Hell. Yes. This is better than Christmas.
He grunts as I reveal his body to me, all that smooth skin.And I can’t help but drag a finger up his crack, loving the way he shifts forward and then back, as if asking for more. Oh, I’ll give him more.
I’ll make sure he’s satisfied.
With swift movements, I reach for the condoms and lube in the drawer. Two just in case. And then I push his shirt up his back, exposing more of him to me while I dribble the liquid onto his ass.
He gives the hottest little grunt as I swirl my finger around his rim before slowly pushing inside. Robbie groans in response, his fingers clutching the sheets.
As I push further into him, I pull my own dick out, stroking it as I work him open. One finger and then two, I scissor my fingers apart as I stretch him. He’s so fucking responsive. The way he moans, the way his ass flexes with each forward thrust of my hand. It’s like he can’t get enough.
I wonder if Rome made him feel like this. If he made him feel as good.
That has my hand stuttering to a stop, and Robbie turns his gaze over his shoulder at me. His hand moves up to his chin. ‘What’s wrong?’
My fingers are in his ass, and my cock is in my hand. It’s really a bad time to be asking that question.
‘Feel good?’ I ask, and he bites his bottom lip and nods.
‘Better than Rome?’ I hope that comes out clear. I don’t know the correct grammatical structure of it. I just signed ‘better’ and then fingerspelled ‘Rome,’ but he gets it.
He shifts forward, my fingers falling from his ass. He turns and crawls forward, sitting on his knees, his hands on his thighs.
‘You better,’ he finally says. ‘You perfect. I want you.’ My heart thumps in my chest, and I feel my cheeks heat as he knee crawls closer to me, his hands landing on my cheeks. “You.” He says it with his voice, and it makes butterflies erupt inside of me.
I love the sound of it.
I kiss him roughly, thrusting my tongue against his once more. His groans match mine, my hands ripping his shirt over his head as he does the same to me, leaving me with my shorts halfway down my ass as he collapses backward. He pulls me onto him, my arms bracketing his head.
His legs snake around my lower back, slotting my cock right at his hole, and as our eyes meet, I shift forward. My dick slides inside of him, through that loose ring of muscle before I freeze. Shit.
No condom.
I stop, and he blinks up at me, realization dawning on his face.
