Page 35 of Far From Sherwood Forest (Far From #3)

“I’m yours, Henry.”

Yes, he fucking is.

Especially now that I’ve bared my heart and soul to him. He swore to me last night that he’ll never let me be alone again, but I don’t think I could even give him that choice. Not now.

Once it all started coming out, it wouldn’t fucking stop.

As much as I’d like to blame the alcohol, I was already battling a desire to share everything with him.

The beer acted as little more than the dose of liquid courage I needed to finally do it, to finally rip my bleeding heart from my chest and give it to him.

I gave him my heart, and now I want to give him my fucking soul.

With my hand that’s still gripping onto the coat he wears, I tug at it, barely resisting the urge to rip it off him because I’m tired of smelling John’s scent on him.

“Take this off.” My voice is still scratchy and raw, but it’s even deeper as the command comes out as a growl. “I don’t like you wearing another man’s clothes.”

He grins but does what I say, removing the jacket and tossing it away.

Feeling better, I dip my hand beneath the hem of his shirt, my fingertips lightly brushing over the dusting of hair that leads behind his jeans, causing him to shiver.

“I got tested again,” I tell him. “Still negative.”

“You did that for me?”

I don’t like most people, and doctors are my least favorite of them all. And their cold, sterile offices are one of my least favorite places . But it turns out I’d do just about anything so Robin feels safe.

Fine. I would do anything.

“It wasn’t entirely unselfish,” I admit. “I want to feel you, Robin. With nothing between us. But if you still don’t feel comfortable with it—”

He presses his mouth to mine, and I momentarily give myself over to the soft touch of his lips and the warmth of his breath. Somehow, I manage to snap back to my senses and pull away, glaring.

“Did you just shut me up?”

He bites his bottom lip as I catch a glimmer in his eyes. “I thought we were trading roles tonight.”

A growl crawls its way up my throat. “I take it back.”

“No way,” he says, his smile shining through now. “I want to feel you too, Henry. Nothing between us.”

Whatever’s left of my heart lurches into my throat where it pounds out a rapid rhythm.

I was hoping I’d be too exhausted, both physically and mentally, to be nervous.

But even after turning myself inside out, peeling back every layer of skin to show Robin the bruises underneath and letting him walk through the wreckage, there’s still a wild fluttering in my stomach.

Robin seems to be able to tell, giving me another soft, swift kiss. “Lie back.”

I swallow hard as I do what he says, lying on my back on the scratchy hay. I was once used to sleeping on beds made of straw, so it doesn’t bother me enough to distract from the storm rolling in, my chest heaving, shaking with the thunder.

Robin hovers above me without touching me, like he’s somehow floating. “Where can I touch you?”

“Anywhere.” When he grinds his hips down on mine in response, I groan. “Everywhere.”

After tearing off his shirt and tossing it away, his hands go to the button of my jeans, undoing them as he peppers soft kisses across my chest, pausing at my right nipple to languidly roll his tongue over the sensitive bud.

My head falls back, and my eyes flutter closed.

It feels fucking good, but I don’t know how much of the slow, intimate touches I’ll be able to stand.

It’s confusing and conflicting. I want his touch.

I crave it. But it’s so overwhelming, every inch of my skin sensitive and hungry, starved for far too long.

It’s like I’ll die without it but having too much too soon might kill me too.

“Robin.”

I’m not sure if his name is meant to be a whine or a warning, but it gets him to stop.

His face appears above mine again, and I instinctively reach up to touch the corner of his mouth that’s pulled down a little too low.

“Let someone take care of you for once, Henry.”

And there it is. The reason this is more difficult than I expected it’d be.

“You should already know that’s a hard ask.”

His lips turn up into a grin beneath my thumb. “I’m not surprised. But will you try? For me?”

I nod because that is easy.

Once he has my jeans undone, I kick off my boots and help him get my pants and underwear off as my cock is freed, already hard as it comes to rest against my stomach.

Robin stares at it, and the longer he does, a bead of precum starts to form at the tip as though he summoned it.

When he leans over to lick it up, I have half a mind to ask him if that’s exactly what he did.

However, as my dick is enveloped in the hot, silky hollow of his mouth, every single last thought goes flying right out of my brain.

I rest my head back and close my eyes again, giving myself over to the feeling of Robin kneeling between my legs, his pretty lips wrapped around my cock, and his warm hands squeezing my thighs.

The last time my cock was in Robin’s mouth, I fucked his face so violently that tears were streaming down his face. I refuse to decide if this is better, but it sure is different. Good different.

His hands leave my thighs, and I hear the rustling of clothes as he takes off his jeans, my dick never leaving his mouth.

After that, my focus vanishes, pleasure building and blinding me to anything else.

I’m vaguely aware of a hand back on my thigh and one on my ass, pushing my legs open wider, lifting one just a little while the other spreads me open.

Even when my dick slips out of his mouth, the warmth of it doesn’t leave, his tongue traveling down my shaft to my balls.

When that wet heat swipes over my hole, I grunt, and my eyes fly open. They’re greeted by the sight of Robin staring back, his own eyes wide and his lips parted, his surprise matching my own.

“Well, fuck,” he whispers on a breath as though in awe and reverence.

I don’t understand until his head dips back down and he starts fucking feasting on me like he’s been starving his entire life. His tongue laps circles around my rim before pressing into me. It feels as though he’s licking every inch of me from the inside out.

I fucking loved eating his ass and have been dying to do it again, but I hadn’t expected Robin to want to. I hadn’t expected to love it.

I’m not fucking complaining.

My eyes roll into the back of my head, and my legs open a little wider on instinct. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m aware of just how vulnerable I am in this moment, but I can’t bring myself to care.

I’m offering myself to him.

I think I love it even more because Robin is clearly getting pleasure out of it too. One moan rolls into the next, vibrating through me as he feeds on me.

Losing track of time, I lie there while he takes and takes and takes . It feels as though he’s taking a lot more than just my body.

My heart.

My soul.

My pain.

When his finger replaces his tongue, already slick with lube, I can’t even tease him this time about being prepared. I have lube in my jeans pocket too.

I don’t have a reason to miss his tongue because it moves back up across my balls to my cock while he presses his finger into me. There’s pressure, but it’s a good kind of pressure. I wasn’t sure if I’d even like this, but being filled by Robin might just become a new addiction.

As he places kisses across my lower stomach, he adds a second finger, and the pressure grows.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan.

Robin’s tongue sweeps across my abs. “Okay?”

“Yes. Don’t fucking stop. As a matter of fact, get my cock back in your mouth.”

Gripping the base of my dick, I place my other hand on the back of Robin’s head and push him down until my cock is once more surrounded by my new heaven. It’s so much better than what I imagined of the one I used to believe in.

Between his lips wrapped around me and the third finger he slowly works into my ass, I could easily come right now and spill down his throat.

But I hold back. I may have taken back an ounce of control, but I only want to feel that final release with his dick buried inside me.

When we’re as close as two people can possibly be.

With that thought fully ingrained in my mind, I grip Robin by his hair and pull him off my cock. “Get inside me.”

Removing his fingers, he licks up my shaft again as he crawls up my body. He grins down at me as the head of his cock nudges at my hole. “Can’t turn off that bossy attitude even for this, can you?”

“Not when I’m too fucking desperate for you.”

His grin grows. “I love you like that.”

My brain latches onto those first three words. While they distract me from what I just admitted, they also bring back that fluttery feeling in my stomach.

Fortunately, the next distraction comes in the form of Robin pushing into me, my hole stretching around the crown of his cock, drawing a gasp from my lips.

His gaze holds mine hostage as he slowly drives forward inch by inch.

My breathing stops as he fills me completely, no longer involuntary, and I have to force my lungs to take in air.

There’s a burn, but it’s the sense of fullness that eclipses the pain, pleasure starting to flare bright around the edges.

“Oh, fuck, Henry,” he moans as he drops his forehead to mine the moment he bottoms out, his hips flush with my ass. “Holy shit. You feel so good.”

I open my mouth and try to speak, but nothing comes out. There are no words. Nothing I could say would convey just how fucking amazing he feels inside of me.

Since his mouth is so close to mine, I kiss him in lieu of words.

His lips part against mine, and we trade warm, ragged breaths as he eases out of me a few inches before sliding back in. He rocks in and out of me slowly, unhurried as our mouths and tongues move together in a dance we’ve already perfected.

It’s such a contrast to how I fucked him in the woods that day.

This time, the pleasure is a steady and graceful ascension as we let it soak in the heat between our skin. Instead of chasing after it with hatred and angry desperation, it’s a seductive enchantment. A symphony in the dark. Moonlight slipping through silk.

I think Robin must feel it too because when he comes up for air, his gaze locks with mine again, his brow furrowed like he’s trying to understand the meaning of the universe.

As I stare up into his face, it hits me—not for the first time—just how fucking beautiful he is.

Humans have their own brand of magic.

I think I could survive off of Robin’s magic alone.

Except, the spell he’s cast on me has my next words pouring from my mouth before I can stop them.

“I used to dream about you.”

His hips stutter, going still as his breath catches. “What?”

Well, it’s already out there…

“I used to dream about you,” I say again, running my hands up his arms just to feel that connection of his skin on mine. “When I was at that cabin.”

The crease between his brows deepens before a slow grin takes over his soft lips. “Dreams like this?”

I grin too and shake my head, the hay shifting beneath me. “No. Nothing like this.”

Missing the feel of him rocking inside me, I lower my hands to his hips, pulling him closer and urging him to move again. He does, rolling his hips in a perfect, sensual rhythm while still peering down at me expectantly.

“During the day, I’d dream about finding you, hurting you and getting my revenge.” When he frowns at that, I raise my head and kiss it away. “At night, I’d dream about you finding me . That’s all it ever was. You were just there .” I swallow hard. “In my dreams, I wasn’t alone anymore.”

Once again, he rests his forehead against mine, his eyes falling closed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make them come true.”

“You did.”

He opens his eyes, the green in them mesmerizing.

“It just took a little longer. I think a small part of me knew I needed you, but I know it now.” The more I talk, the harder my voice trembles. “I need you, Robin.”

“You have me, Henry.”

He brings his lips to mine, kissing me deeply as he pumps into me with a little more urgency. I hook one leg behind his thigh, rocking with him as my hand goes to my cock. I stroke myself as the heat grows hotter and the pace grows faster.

It’s not desperation; it’s passion.

And when it ignites, it explodes.

Robin comes first, and the sensation of him filling me with his cum has my own orgasm detonating seconds later, rocking my body with tremors as my release shoots out onto my stomach.

While the aftershocks of our orgasms roll through us and between us, our mouths never break apart. He swallows up my moan while I taste his whimpers.

Once the waves pass, Robin collapses on top of me and nuzzles his face in my neck. His voice comes out muffled as he says, “That was fucking amazing.”

Again, I can think of no words because it was so much more than that.

Mind-blowing?

Life-altering?

I’d rather not give Robin a reason to tease me while his dick is softening inside me.

However, when I say nothing, he lifts his head and peers down with uncertainty, that crease between his brows back again. “Was that okay?”

Placing my hand on the side of his neck, I brush my thumb across his cheek and then over his bottom lip. “It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

His breath hitches, and I swear his eyes grow wet. He leans down and kisses me before I can tell for sure.

Maybe it was just a trick of the light.

Or maybe his feelings are even more real than I thought.