A Guy for Christmas - K.C. Wells Page 0,72

“No small talk, huh?” That was fine by him. Robin wasn’t the only one who was starving. And this new, bolder Robin was definitely pushing Dean’s buttons.

He grabbed Robin and kissed him, not bothering to rein it in. They were past that. Tongues came into play, and Robin’s responses ramped up Dean’s need. He walked Robin backward toward the wall, then shoved him against it. Robin’s eyes widened, and then his hands were everywhere, on Dean’s head, his neck, his back, moving constantly as the kiss deepened. Their breathing sounded harsh and loud in the quiet room.

“Fuck, I want you,” Dean murmured between kisses.

Robin’s eager fingers sought flesh beneath Dean’s sweater. “Then fucking take me.” It became a battle for who could get the other’s clothing off the fastest, both of them laughing as bare chests were revealed and clothing went sailing through the air. Dean loved the hitch in Robin’s breathing as he popped the button free on Robin’s jeans, then lowered the zipper. But the gasp that fell from Robin’s lips as Dean slid his hand down the back of his jeans was sheer music.

Dean insinuated a finger between Robin’s ass cheeks, and rubbed over his hole. “Tell me what you want.”

Robin swallowed. “You in my ass.”

“How? How do you want it?” Two could play at being demanding, and Dean yearned to see how vociferous Robin was prepared to be.

“Hard. Want to feel it.” Robin grabbed Dean’s head, barely an inch separating their lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Don’t want you to hold back.”

Dean grinned. “Oh, I think we’re past that now.” Another slow rub over that tight little pucker, and Robin was squirming. Dean pushed Robin’s jeans over his hips, freeing his already rigid dick. Dean stroked it, bouncing it on his palm, feeling its impact. He worked its length, loving Robin’s moans, the way he pushed his cock through Dean’s hand.

Dean couldn’t wait any longer.

He dropped to his knees and swallowed Robin’s dick to the root, his nose buried in Robin’s scant pubes. Robin groaned. “Fuck.” He put his hands flat to the wall behind him and thrust deep, hips rocking.

Dean pulled free. “Love your cock.”

Robin gazed down at him, shuddering. “Love what you do with it,” he whispered.

Dean resumed sucking, reaching up to stroke Robin’s smooth body. One brush of his fingertips over Robin’s nipple, and Robin shivered. He grabbed his dick around the base. “Here. I’ll hold it for you, while you get your cock ready for me.”

Dean sat back on his haunches and unfastened his jeans. He reached into his briefs and freed his solid dick. “Way ahead of you.” Robin demanding to be fucked had been all the incentive his shaft had needed to get in on the act.

Robin licked his lips. “Want that.” He hurriedly removed his jeans, glancing down at Dean’s. “Get them off.”

“Do you know how sexy you are when you’re bossy in the bedroom?” Dean stood and took off his jeans and socks. “So where do you want this? Bed?”

Robin pointed. “Couch.” He grabbed Dean’s hand and tugged him over to it, pushing him down onto the cream fabric, then kneeling between Dean’s spread thighs.

Dean pulled Robin into his arms and kissed him, his fingers buried in Robin’s soft hair. Then he grabbed hold of it and gave Robin a not-so-gentle shove toward his crotch.

Robin took the hint. He licked and sucked Dean’s shaft, until it glistened with his spit. Dean moaned, thrusting as far as he dared, holding onto Robin’s hair to keep him still while Dean fucked that gorgeous mouth. Robin locked gazes with him, and Dean’s heart almost stopped.

“Wait.”

Robin pulled free. “What is it?”

Dean sat up, cradling Robin’s face in his hands. He looked into those beautiful warm brown eyes, studying the face he’d come to love. Robin’s breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling as he met Dean’s gaze head on.

“Dean?” Robin gulped. “Need you.”

Fuck, Dean needed him too. He nodded toward the condoms. “Then get me ready.”

Robin’s fingers trembled as he unrolled the latex down Dean’s solid shaft. Dean squeezed lube onto it, then pointed to the ottoman. “Hands and knees.”

Robin’s pupils dilated. “Oh fuck.”

Dean nodded slowly. “Hands and knees,” he repeated. When Robin did as instructed, Dean admired the view. That smooth, round ass and tight little hole were crying out to be fucked. Then he got a whiff of… lemon?

The visit to the bathroom made more sense.

Robin twisted around to stare at him. “Dean. Come on.” He swallowed. “I need