“For reals?” Her eyebrows raise.
I nod.
“Well, that could get confusing.” She says, her eyes searching my face. “How about, I call you Rammer then? Get it? Robin and Hammer?”
The laugh she’s been holding back breaks free, and as fucking embarrassing as this moment should be, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from joining her.
In that moment, I know what I want. To hear her laugh like that for the rest of my life.
“Jesus,” I manage, trying to regain some control over the situation. “Let’s compromise. You call me Rob, but not in front of anyone else. Only alone. I don’t like anyone knowing my name.” I leave it at that. I don’t want her to know it’s not that I’m all that embarrassed by my name, but I like my anonymity. Even more now that I’ve got her in my life.
“Deal.” She nods, pinching her pink lips tight as she holds back another laugh.
“We had another deal.” My voice lowers as I reach down and grab her ass in both hands, lifting her up on a yelp with zero effort and turning us around, setting her on a small table against the opposite wall. “Lift your ass,” I order, moving my hands down, unzipping her jeans, then jerking on the waistband as she locks her elbows and pushes herself up. Her ass rises just enough for me to strip the denim from her legs, down to her ankles.
I pull harder and the black sparkly flip flops she was wearing fall to the linoleum floor, only to be immediately covered by her jeans when I drop them on top.
“Rob,” she whispers, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound. The humor is gone from her voice and I like that she’s the only one that’s ever called me that. It’s ours alone, and I want to create a million other things that belong to just us.
I kiss my way down her neck, pulling up her shirt, and make my way from one nipple to the other, sucking and glancing my teeth on the pebbled flesh before licking my way down her soft stomach as my cock leaks and my balls twitch.
As I pause just below her belly button, an odd, unfamiliar sensation tightens its grip on my throat and I realize for the first time, when I do get inside her—and it may not be tonight—there will be nothing between us.
No condoms.
If she’s on something, that will be over because I want her bound to me. It’s hard for me to believe this is me thinking these things, but they are as clear as an oracle’s prophecy, and if it takes me the rest of my life, this girl will be mine in every way possible.
With thoughts of how my bare cock will feel sliding into her hot cunt for the first time, I lower to my knees, my face at the perfect height, and I grip her knees, spreading her, and my eyes feast on the dark crotch of her red panties, decorated with what looks like miniature glow in the dark ghosts wearing red bow ties.
The room is just dark enough that the little spooks give off that greenish-white glow, and as turned on as I am, I love that under all her armor and seriousness, she’s fucking wearing glow in the dark ghost underwear.
The more I get to know her, the more fascinating she is, and it only serves to solidify in my mind that this is way more than some one-note sexual attraction.
But, right now, my brain and my cock are hell bent on getting a taste of her, so I bury my face into the wet fabric and draw a deep breath of her scent.
It roars through me, harder this time than when I kissed her pussy glossed lips. I know from this moment forward, she’ll be with me always. I’ll smell her on a breeze, in my dreams, when I need to be strong for us…she will always be there.
I slip the red cotton down her legs and settle on my knees before this goddess. I take one last look up into her face. She’s watching me, her mouth open, golden brown eyes on fire, saying yes, please, god yes, hurry and I have every intention of giving her what she wants.
I bring my hand up to her hips, jerking her down a few inches as she releases a small scream of surprise at the hard motion, but I’ve got her in the perfect position for what’s next.
Her scream immediately shifts to a moan and I watch her face as my mouth engulfs her pussy. Her head falls back and the taste and scent of her arousal punches me in the gut, making stars dance in font of my eyes, and I want to feast here forever.
I eat her until she’s shaking and I swallow everything she offers. With my mouth attacking her clit, her fingers twine in my hair, pulling, gripping, until her orgasm takes her hard and she’s a screaming, quivering mess—and I love every moment.
Her delicious release fills my mouth, but I want more. I center my lips on her swollen, sensitive clit.
“No, wait—” She’s whimpering, pushing my head back. “Just…Jesus, I need a second, it’s too much…”
I ease up, lapping at her slowly, then bring a finger down and slide it inside.
“Fuck, you’re on fire.” I mumble into her perfect pink softness and shift my lips. Kissing her inner thighs as they quiver, pumping my finger in and out faster until I see her eyes flutter back and I plant my mouth on her again.
She goes off almost immediately, more violently this time. Her screams shake the small room, her body twisting and bucking as I ride out the motions, driving her climax higher and harder until her thighs grip my face and I look up to see her fall back against the wall, panting.
“Damn,” I hear her mutter as she tries to get control of her head. Her eyes are glazed as I get to my feet, and the way she’s looking at me, a voice in my head is saying something I’ve never felt before.
I love her.
What the fuck? I barely know her. She has some magic pussy potion that’s put a spell on me or some shit.
I’ve heard of guys getting whacked when they hit that just-right pussy, and they are never the same. I didn’t believe that, but the way I’m feeling right now I’ve either had a stroke or she’s using some voodoo on me, because I’m seeing fucking rainbows and unicorns and picket fences and a mini-van.
Her hands dart out to grab my vest and she tugs me into her. Our bodies connect at the same time as our lips and she’s a needy girl, kissing me hard as I give it back to her in spades.
That’s something else: I’ve never liked kissing before. In fact, I always avoided it, being called some pretty choice names in the process.
But Robin? Jesus, I could kiss her forever. Her tongue feels perfect twining with mine. Her lips are soft, just open enough, and it’s like we’ve been choreographing this dance for centuries.
I pull back for a breath, but more because I miss looking at her face. When I do, there’s something in her eyes. It’s lust, but it’s more.
Her hands drift down to my belt and there is a mischievous grin that curls her swollen lips.
“You said we weren’t going to fuck in here. If you set that beast free, there will be fucking. Fair warning.” I do what I can to keep my words steady because I want nothing more than to sink inside her and fill her with what feels like ten pounds of cum weighting my balls right now.
“Well, maybe things have changed—”
Her fingers loop into the leather of my belt. I watch as she slips it through the buckle, then it’s a quick pop of the top button and the other five basically do the work themselves, just from the pressure of my cock behind.
Her eyes turn to saucers and fixate on the length of erection standing high and tight like it’s saluting her.