Page 46 of Far From Sherwood Forest (Far From #3)

Leaning down, he whispers with his lips at my ear, “Looks like I caught you this time, Ranger.”

I smirk, not fighting it.

He doesn’t call me Sheriff anymore. I don’t think either of us will ever forget where we came from, but we’ve both left the Hood and the Sheriff back in Sherwood Forest.

“What exactly are you planning on doing with me?”

Placing a kiss behind my ear, he says, “Love you.” Another kiss. “Forever.”

His hands slide beneath the bottom hem of my shirt, his fingertips skimming over my lower back. My eyes flutter closed on an exhaled breath. His touch still manages to reach far beneath my skin every time, so that I feel him in the very center of my soul.

When it comes to sex, I’m almost always rough with him. It’s what we both enjoy most. I can be sweet and gentle, but he’s best at that when he decides to take a little of the control.

Even though I love to take care of him, he makes me feel cared for. He makes me feel loved.

And that’s something I never had before him.

He lifts my shirt, and I rise a bit to help him pull it off.

I wasn’t planning on giving up control to him tonight, but I can tell this is what he wants.

So I kick off my boots, letting them tumble off the tailgate and thud to the ground, and then let him remove the rest of my clothes.

As he takes his off, I cross my arms under my head and rest my cheek on top of them.

I don’t get nervous like I used to whenever he wants to explore my body. It’s calming, knowing he’s everywhere.

“I love every fucking inch of you, Henry,” he says as he places soft kisses along my shoulder blade. “The feel of you. The taste of you.”

I hum. “You taste better though.”

He laughs under his breath. “We can agree to disagree.”

His tongue brushes up the length of my spine, and any argument I had dies on my lips.

His bare, hard cock presses against the globe of my ass, and I can feel the sticky precum he leaves behind as he starts placing kisses along my entire back.

His lips sweep over the raised ridges of my scars, and I shiver. It’s not a bad shiver, though.

I no longer feel guilt about that time in my life. I no longer feel like I was weak or a coward. I went through something dark and found a way through with a little bit of help. Maybe it took strength to do that like Robin says, but I think it was more because I finally saw another way out.

Robin’s mouth travels lower, and I let my eyes close again, focusing on his touch.

He settles between my legs, his hands on my ass as he spreads my cheeks.

I know what’s coming, but the feel of his tongue suddenly circling my rim still sends shockwaves of pleasure through me.

It always feels amazing, but what makes it even better is how much he loves it.

He clings to me, his tongue eager, his noises desperate. The truck rocks, and I’m pretty sure he’s humping the blankets beneath us as his tongue explores my ass.

I think he would continue going on and on and on if I didn’t stop him.

“I swear if you come before you get inside me,” I say, my voice husky, “I’m going to spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s come just from eating my ass.

Robin comes up for air, and I can hear the grin in his voice. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

But then I hear the cap of a bottle opening, and cold lube pours down my crack and over my hole. He pushes it into me with two fingers, and I let out a grunt, the sound quickly turning into a low moan when he curls his fingers.

Letting Robin own my body is easy, as though it just comes naturally.

He’s so good at it too. It doesn’t matter what he does or how he does it.

My body is so in tune with him that it responds to every gentle touch, every whispered word.

It’s so different than when I’m the one claiming him, but I think that’s because we each need something different from the other.

Pulling his fingers out of me, he doesn’t leave me feeling empty for long, replacing them with the head of his cock.

He pushes into me slowly, letting me feel that slight burn that I’ve come to love.

I shut my eyes tight as he slides all the way in, focusing on nothing but the feel of him as he starts slowly rocking inside me.

I’d never give this much power over my body to anyone but him. And, fuck, does he have all the power over it.

“Fuck, Henry,” he groans as he rolls his hips, driving inside me deeper. “You feel so good, and I can still taste you. I’m not going to last long.”

“Good. Fill me up, Robin. I need a taste of you too.”

He moans, his thrusts turning a little faster and a little more wild.

My cock is trapped beneath me, hard and begging. But I won’t give into it because I haven’t even had my turn with him yet.

He was right. He doesn’t last long, hips stuttering as he pumps his cum inside me, flooding me with his pleasure and making me more eager for my own. In return, I barely give him a chance to come down from his orgasm before I reach back and slap his thigh.

“Move. It’s my turn.”

With a weak, whimpering noise, he pulls out, moving from between my legs and practically tumbling to the side. I roll onto my back and grab onto him to help him lift back up.

“Come sit on my face and give me that fucking ass.”

A few more unintelligible noises escape him as he moves sluggishly, still vibrating from his release. I help him straddle my chest with his ass to my face, not wasting a moment before I part his cheeks and dive in like I’m a man in hell and he’s ice water.

I sweep my tongue from his balls up the crack of his ass, and the moment I swirl it around his hole, something hot and wet surrounds my dick.

I groan against him as he sucks me down, his own soft cock twitching against my chin when I thrust my tongue inside him, my beard scratching between his cheeks.

The low rumble he makes moves between us like an electric circuit.

As I feast on him, trying not to black out from the way he licks up and down my shaft, I reach out with one hand, feeling around the blankets for the bottle of lube. When I can’t find it, Robin grabs it and hands it to me, neither one of us taking our mouths off each other.

Popping the cap, I have to convince myself that taking my tongue out of his ass will be worth it.

I’m nearly not persuaded, especially when Robin takes me into the back of his throat, but I eventually pull away so I can coat my fingers with lube and start working him open, scissoring and curling my fingers until he’s writhing on top of me and the movements of his mouth are messy.

“So fucking tight and hot,” I groan as I watch my fingers disappear inside him over and over.

That’s about the time I know I need it to be something else that’s disappearing inside him.

Slapping him hard on the ass, I growl, “My cock wants your other hole now.”

He needs help again to turn around, already fucking wrecked.

Just the way I like him.

Grabbing the base of my cock, I hold it as he lowers himself, his hands landing on my chest and his gaze boring into mine even in the darkness. The glow of the moon above him gives him a silver halo, one I’ve seen before.

If angels really do exist, they must look just like him.

I become mesmerized, the air getting lost within my lungs. Then it’s punched out the moment the crown of my cock slips past his rim. He lets out an ungodly moan as he sinks down on my length, taking every inch of me.

A fucking erotic angel.

“That’s it, Robin,” I say between panting breaths. “You take my cock so well, don’t you? Now be a good boy and fucking ride me.”

And he fucking does.

Leaning back, his hands move to my thighs, his back arched as he rises and falls, his ass swallowing my cock again and again.

My eyes threaten to close from the tight heat squeezing me, but I barely manage to keep them open, not wanting to miss a second of the sight of him bathed in moonlight, beads of sweat glistening across his skin.

The more he moves up and down, the more his previously soft cock grows. Unable to help myself, I wrap my hand around him and stroke, causing him to buck his hips and part his lips on a gasp.

“You going to come again for me?”

He whines as I continue stroking him until he’s fully hard.

“Come on, little thief. Show me how good my cock feels and come all over me.”

He shakes his head, but his movements don’t slow. “I don’t think I can.”

Bending my knees, I plant my feet flat on the blankets and thrust up hard and fast. He cries out, cock throbbing in my hand and nails digging into my thighs.

“Are you sure about that? I think you can,” I tell him, my voice breathless and deep. I tighten my fist and stroke him a little faster. “I think you have to because you know I’m not going to stop until you do.”

“Henry, fuck,” he whimpers.

“That’s the idea.”

Pistoning my hips, I fuck up into him as more little whimpers and cries slip past his lips, more sweat drips down his bare chest, more precum leaks from his cock.

More, more, more.

That’s what I want. More of his everything . But, most of all, more of his pleasure.

Other than chasing him through the woods, it’s one of my favorite things to do to him—pushing the limits of his pleasure, wrenching more and more out of him until he’s sure he can’t take any more. Until he’s wrecked and trembling from the height of ecstasy.

He’s climbing toward it now, his entire body shaking, all those noises he’s making coming out choked as they scrape his throat on the way up.

“Come for me, Robin. Give me every last drop.”

“Oh, fuck. Henry. Henr—”

My name on his lips getting cut short is worth the intensity of his second orgasm.

A tremor shudders through him as his ass clenches around my cock, pulsing around me and setting off my own climax.

As I pump my release deep inside him, he shoots ropes of cum onto my stomach.

It’s not as much as he filled me with, but it’s enough for a taste.

Letting go of his cock, I swipe a finger through it and bring it to my mouth while I’m still riding out the waves of my orgasm.

When I hold it out on my tongue, Robin dives down and sucks it off.

As his tongue swoops deeper inside my mouth and we kiss with our last little bits of lingering ferocity, I roll us until we’re lying on our sides.

My cock slips out of him, but he keeps one leg hooked over mine to keep that connection between the length of our bodies.

Our kiss slows, and his head falls back. Even as his lips leave mine, I keep kissing across his jaw and down the column of his throat, our chests heaving, rising and falling in sync.

“You know,” he says, still catching his breath, “if we were keeping count, I’d bet we’ve had sex more times outside than we have in an actual bed.”

I laugh into his neck before lifting my head to meet his gaze. “At this point, we should register at REI instead of a furniture store.”

Robin’s lips part, twitching at the corner. “Register?”

I swallow thickly and shrug. “Why not? Everyone else is getting married.”

“Is that your way of proposing?”

I wasn’t exactly planning on doing it tonight or this way, but it feels the furthest from wrong.

Reaching up, I brush a strand of sweaty hair off his forehead. “I plan on spending the rest of my life with you, Robin. If you want a ring, I’ll happily put one on your finger.”

Stars twinkle in his eyes, his smile just as bright. “I love you, Henry. I’ll spend the rest of my life with you any way you’ll have me.”

“I love you, little thief.”

I kiss him again before grabbing one of the blankets and pulling it over us. We stay facing each other as he presses closer.

“Should we retire that nickname?” he asks. “I’m not a thief anymore, you know.”

“You’ll always be my little thief.” I place my hand on the side of his neck and stare into his eyes that are a forest in the night. Like the ones I used to chase him through, the ones I’ll chase him through forever. “You stole my heart, Robin Hood.”