A Guy for Christmas - K.C. Wells Page 0,45

the hefty shaft with growing apprehension, his heartbeat speeding up. “I can’t fit all that—”

“You don’t have to,” Dean interjected. “Take what you can. Start by licking the head.”

Robin bent over Dean’s groin and gave the head a gentle lick. When Dean shuddered, he did it again, and again, and again. Finally, he took control, grasped it by the root, and covered the head with his mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” Dean’s words came out as a long sigh.

It was all the encouragement Robin needed.

He bobbed his head up and down, not sliding too much of Dean’s shaft between his lips, but enough to fill his mouth. Dean’s crotch smelled so good, a warm, musky odor that seemed to have a direct link to Robin’s dick. He glanced along Dean’s body as he sucked.

Dean clenched his hands into tight fists on the pillow on either side of his head, his eyes closed, low moans falling from his lips. “You like doing that?”

It was all Robin could manage to mumble ‘Uh-huh’ with his mouth full. He loved giving Dean so much pleasure. He managed to multitask, reaching for Dean’s nipple as he sucked, teasing it with his fingers.

“Fuck. Yeah, just like that.”

Robin’s success emboldened him, and he pulled free of Dean’s cock, only to return to his nipple, holding Dean by his wrists as he sucked on the hard little nub. Then he swapped, giving the other nipple the same treatment, and Dean gave a violent shudder. “Fuck, you could play with my nipples and my dick all day, and I’d lie here and let you.”

Robin chuckled against his chest. “Then let’s try both at the same time.” He took the head of Dean’s cock in his mouth and resumed his sucking, while he brought his hands to Dean’s pecs and brushed over his nipples with his thumbs.

“Christ!” Dean gave a full body shiver. “Take those briefs off now.”

Robin knelt up, his hands shaking as he removed his underwear. Naked and trembling, he faced Dean on his knees, his dick poking straight up.

Dean looked him up and down. “Fuck, you have no idea how hot you look right now. Swing around and give me that ass.”

Robin swallowed, then turned one-eighty degrees, until he was facing Dean’s feet, his legs spread wide as he straddled Dean’s chest. Dean tugged on his hips, dragging his ass closer to the headboard. Dean’s cock stood at attention, and Robin knew what he had to do. He bent over it, taking as much as he dared into his mouth, stretching his lips around its girth.

“Oh my God. Look at this tight little hole.”

Robin groaned as Dean spread his cheeks, stretching him. Then he gasped as Dean’s warm, wet tongue flicked his pucker.

“You like that?”

Robin twisted himself around to glare at Dean. “Do you hearing me yelling for you to stop?”

Dean grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Then he licked a path through Robin’s crack, slow and sensual, that left him feeling weak at the knees and desperate for more.

“My dick’s not going to suck itself,” Dean called out.

Robin moaned. “You expect me to suck your cock while you’re doing that?”

“Uh-huh. Now get to it.” Dean gave another long, lingering lick over Robin’s hole, and Robin’s belly quivered. He sucked hard on the head of Dean’s dick, and a shudder coursed through Dean. He faltered in his task when Dean’s tongue danced teasingly over his pucker.

“Fuck, your hole tastes good,” Dean said with a sigh. Then Robin caught his breath as Dean pressed a finger inside him, taking his time. “Oh fuck, that’s tight.” Dean’s cracked voice made it sound like that was a good thing.

There was no way he could focus on Dean’s cock.

Dean didn’t seem to mind, however. His attention was locked onto Robin’s ass as he slid that finger in and out of him with infinite care. When everything came to an abrupt halt, Robin moaned, before stiffening at the sound of a drawer opening.

“Gotta get you ready,” Dean said, before giving Robin’s hole another pass with his tongue. Then that finger was back, only now it glided into him as if it was…

He was getting the lube. Okay, that felt amazing, and way better than when Robin had done it.

“Fuck, your ass is tight.”

So much for practice. Then Robin realized Dean’s finger had grown thicker. Oh God. He’s got two fingers inside me. And now Dean had one hand wrapped around Robin’s dick, giving it a gentle pull while he fucked Robin with his fingers.

“Dean.”