Page 20 of Far From Sherwood Forest (Far From #3)

While a small part of me is curious what his lips would feel like against mine, that’s a line I can’t bring myself to cross. It’s too fucking intimate, and that’s not what this is.

Before he can protest, I spin him around, pressing his chest against the tree. Since his pants are already undone, I grab them along with his boxer briefs and yank them down his legs, exposing his ass.

“Fuck,” I groan as I roughly knead one cheek. “You have a beautiful fucking ass, Robin.”

It’s soft and round and fits perfectly in my hand. The skin is a bit paler than the rest of him, more like a blank canvas.

Perfect for marking.

I drop to my knees.

Any hesitation or doubts I had about this before have completely vanished. Touching Robin is as easy as breathing. There is no doubt, only gravity—a quiet pull toward something I no longer want to resist.

This isn’t just want; it’s need . The kind that tastes like sin and salvation in the same drink of air.

As my warm breath ghosts across his flesh, he shivers, and I feel it everywhere. When I sink my teeth into his left cheek, his hoarse cry sings through the forest like music. Biting down just a little harder, I glance up to see his hands flex into fists within the cuffs.

I let go and lick my lips, grinning. “I know that felt like hate.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” he mutters, panting again.

I laugh under my breath because even though he’s cursing me, he can’t hide the pleasure in his voice.

Bringing my hands up, I part his cheeks. He gasps, but the sound is drowned out by the deep, rumbling feral noise that escapes me at the same time. The sight of his tight hole nearly has me coming undone.

“I doubt this will though,” I tell him, hardly recognizing my own voice. “But maybe I’m wrong. Because I’m going to fucking devour you.”

His moan of anticipation gets caught in his throat the moment my tongue swipes over his hole, becoming a kind of choked sob. My cock throbs in my jeans, begging for attention. Friction. Anything. But all my focus is on Robin. On his sounds. His body. His fucking taste.

Just like when I was touching his cock, I don’t want to stop.

He obviously doesn’t want me to either since he’s shoving his ass back, wordlessly—and yet noisily—begging for more.

I give it to him eagerly, shoving my face between his cheeks as deep as I can, making him feel the rough scrape of my beard as I lick and suck all around his hole like a fucking starving man.

My nails dig into the globes of his ass as I eat him. Consume him.

“Fuck.” A few words come through the incoherent moans and whimpers and cries. “My God. Fuck, Henry. So good.”

Hearing my name and God’s in the same string of words unleashes the most primal parts of me, and I go at his ass like it’s a fucking feast. I lick him and bite him and dig my nails into his flesh even deeper like he’s my prey.

Right now, that’s exactly what he is.

I thrust my tongue inside the tight heat of his ass, and those pretty noises of his grow louder. He trembles so badly I fear his knees will give out.

I haven’t had enough. Not nearly.

But if I don’t stop now, we both might be finished before I’ve barely started.

Rising to my feet, my hands go to the button of my jeans as I press my chest against the top of Robin’s back to keep him pinned in place—and maybe to help hold him upright.

His fingertips brush against my jacket over my stomach, and I’m suddenly even more glad he’s handcuffed.

I’m not sure what I’d do if he touched me more than that.

“Your ass tastes so fucking good, Robin,” I say in his ear, feeling a wave of satisfaction when he shivers against me. “You took my tongue well, but do you think you’ll be able to take my cock?”

“Yes,” he breathes. “Fuck. Please.”

Pushing my jeans and underwear down, I take my hard, aching cock in my hand and rub the head through the crack of his ass, smearing precum.

With my other hand, I reach into my back pocket and take out the packet of lube I stashed there, ripping it open with my teeth.

I replace my dick with a finger and pour some of the lube over his hole, swirling it around his rim before pushing inside.

We both groan at the same time.

He’s so fucking tight, and I know I need to stretch him open more before he can take my cock. But, fuck, I don’t know how long I can feel him squeezing my finger like this before shoving my dick inside.

“It’s a good thing I never killed you after all,” I growl in his ear as I slowly work in a second finger. “I told you I’d destroy you, Robin. I guess I’ll just have to indulge in wrecking this fucking ass instead.”

He’s all unintelligible noises again as I finger him until—

“ Fuck! ”

His ass clenches around my fingers, and his entire body trembles like an electric shock just traveled through him.

I know exactly what that was.

So I do it again.

“Henry!”

And there it is.

The sound of Robin Hood screaming my name carves through me like infernal fire, a wicked hymn that promises my descent into hell. Not because I’ve sinned, but for how deeply I’ll crave it for as long as my soul exists.

“This time when you come, I won’t be shutting you up with my cock in your mouth.” I nip at his ear as I stroke that spot inside him again. “I want to hear you scream my name like that with my cock in your ass instead.”

He sobs and cries, but they’re all filled with pleasure. His hands grab at the front of my jacket as though he’s trying to pull me closer while pushing his ass back on my fingers.

At least when he’s like this, I have less of a desire to shut him up. I want all of his screams and moans and beautiful cries.

I give him a few more thrusts, stretch him a little wider, then pull my fingers free.

He gasps, his body still shaking. But through the tremors, he manages a soft, unsteady whisper. “Henry?”

I pause what I’m doing, about to pour the rest of the lube on my cock. “What?” I ask, my impatience coming through with the question.

“Condom?”

Fuck.

Considering we came from a place before condoms existed, I admittedly didn’t expect us to use one.

“I’ve been tested,” I tell him honestly. “I’m negative.”

Ivy may have convinced me—more like coerced me—into seeing a doctor after I told her the kind of place I came from. I had all sorts of blood work done and tests ran, and I haven’t been to a doctor since because I fucking hate them like I do most people.

“I’m negative too.” He turns his head to the side so that I can see the shaky frown on his face. I hate it. I want his pleasure there instead. “But…I…” He swallows hard. “Just in case. Please?”

Something heavy sinks all the way down into my stomach.

“I don’t have one.”

“My back pocket.”

I can’t help but grin as relief crashes through me. I immediately reach down to grab it out of the back pocket of his jeans.

“Someone’s been prepared. Just couldn’t wait to be fucked, huh?”

“Been fucking dying for you, Henry.”

I rip open the package and nearly drop it at the intensity of those words.

And then he opens his mouth again.

“Been waiting for you to get your head out of your ass.”

I smack him on his ass with an open palm so hard that the sound rings out and echoes through the trees. His sharp cry follows as I dig my nails into his flesh, determined to leave as many marks on him as I can. Since this can only happen once.

“You’re really fucking lucky I’m not shoving my bare cock in you after that, Robin.” I dig my nails in a little deeper until he whimpers. “You’re lucky I actually give a shit about some things.”

I release him and roll the condom onto my dick that’s still hard and desperate to be inside him and then squeeze out the rest of the lube, coating the condom.

“I wanted to feel you and only you. But I’ll take this too.”

Holding my cock, I place the head against his hole and slowly start pushing against his rim. I feel when his body tenses, his muscles taut.

“Relax,” I whisper in his ear as I reach around him and grip his length, stroking him and licking up the side of his neck.

He does, and the crown of my cock slips past the tight ring of muscle. The moment it does, I bite down in the last place my tongue was, the spot on his neck just below his ear. It helps to muffle the roar that rips its way up my throat.

Robin gasps loudly, and his hands fist the front of my jacket again as I start to inch my way deeper inside him.

“Wait.” The word comes out as a sob, and he whimpers. His shakes are worse than ever as he tries to hold me back with his hands against my stomach. “Please. Wait. Just…just give me a m-minute.”

He’s in pain, his cock starting to soften in my hand. There may be a part of me that still wants to hurt him, but…

This is not how I want to hurt him.

I want him to feel as good as I feel, and that’s honestly fucking me up. I want his pleasure. I want to wrench every last ounce of it out of him until he’s screaming my name again. Until he can’t walk straight. Until he’s completely ruined.

I lick up the side of his neck again and nip at his ear, giving him time to adjust even though all I want to do is slam balls deep into him.

“You can take me, Robin. I know you can. This ass was made to take cock. And it’s going to feel so goddamn good.”

His dick jerks in my hand, and he makes the decision himself when he slowly thrusts back, taking another inch of me. I groan in his ear and stroke him as a reward.

“Such a good boy.”

He moans, and we move together, burying my cock inside him inch by inch, stretching him. Filling him.

“Fuck, Robin,” I growl as I stroke him a little harder. “You’re so fucking hot and tight. Gonna wreck this virgin hole.”

“Prove it.”

“Don’t test me, little thief. You’re not ready.”

I start slowly, pulling out before I’m even all the way in.

When just the head of my cock is still inside him, I drive just as slowly back in.

I repeat this lazy, steady rocking of my hips until his pain seems to have faded.

His noises are pure pleasure, and his cock is even harder than before, leaking precum all over my hand as I continue stroking him.

“Goddammit,” I grit out as I force myself to hold back a little longer. “If I knew you’d feel this fucking good, I would’ve fucked you sooner.”

After being gentle for far too long when I didn’t plan to at all, I can’t wait any longer, slamming the remaining couple inches inside him on my last thrust. He cries out and is lifted onto his toes.

“Henry. Fuck.” It’s not a scream, but the way he moans my name is just as sweet. “Yes. Please. Fuck me hard.”

Letting go of his dick, I move my hands to his sides, sliding them beneath his shirt and jacket to grip his hips. As I pick up a more brutal pace, I dig my fingers in, leaving more of my marks on him because I know there will be bruises.

His chest and cheek are pressed against the tree as I fuck him hard and fast, no longer holding back.

His ass squeezing my cock and the way his moans and cries grow louder and louder have me quickly barreling toward my climax.

My balls are heavy, and a heat swirls around the base of my spine, ready to ignite.

“You’re going to come for me, Robin.” I move one hand back to his cock as I bite at his ear. “And you’re going to scream my fucking name while you do it.”

“Yes. Yes. Please.”

I can tell he’s as close as I am, so I tighten my fist and stroke him again, letting my teeth scrape across his neck before my mouth is at his ear once more.

“Come.”

His body jerks. “Oh, fuck. Fuck! Henry!”

Ropes of hot cum shoot out over my hand and the tree and the ground.

Between the power I clearly have over him, him screaming my name, and the way his ass clenches and spasms around my cock, my own orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave.

I sink my teeth into his neck in the same spot I did before, groaning into the bite as I bury myself deep inside him and flood the condom.

Everything seems to quiet, replaced only by the sounds of our heavy breathing. I slowly pull out of him, and he whimpers. Pulling the condom off, I tie the end and shove it into my pocket to throw away later before doing up my jeans.

Robin stays slumped against the tree as I reach into my other pocket and pull out the key to the handcuffs. I unlock them and place them in my jacket. His arms fall limp to his sides as he whines. He’ll probably be sore all over after this.

Good.

He won’t forget.

After I pull up his jeans and underwear, I turn him around, leaning his back against the tree as I zip him up. Then I take a good look at him.

He’s still dirty from his fall, and the bite mark on his neck is red and already bruising. His cheek is reddened too from where it was pressed against the bark of the tree, the skin just short of being broken and bleeding. He peers at me with hooded eyes, his gaze filled with a post-orgasm haze.

“You look utterly fucked.”

He grins, and I roll my eyes.

“Come on.”

I grab his arm to help him away from the tree, but his knees buckle and he falls into me. Now it’s my turn to grin.

“Maybe a little too fucked?”

“Never,” he mutters, slurring a bit.

I chuckle.

“Come on,” I say again as I throw one of his arms over my shoulder and pick him up. He’s not small, but he’s not difficult to carry either.

He grunts but doesn’t protest, instead tightening his hold around my neck as he lays his head on my shoulder. When he snuggles his face into the crook of my neck, it gives me pause. But I say nothing.

After we emerge from the trees, I stare at my truck for a few seconds before looking down at Robin in my arms.

If I take him home like this, John will probably kill me.

As I turn away from my truck, I convince myself that’s the only reason I start heading for my cabin instead.