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Steve made quick work of wiping the come off his chest. It was a little difficult because of his chest hair, but not impossible. He kept his eyes focused on his body while he looked at the mirror to avoid meeting his own eyes. He wasn’t exactly ashamed of what had just happened, didn’t regret it at all. It was more that the beast had been unleashed now. Coming had only made him hornier. Needier. Hungrier.
Robin’s words were still echoing around in his mind. Want you to come inside me. He doubted she even knew that those words were magic words to him. Instant orgasm kind of magic. She’d sounded so sincere about it too.
He logically knew nothing else would happen, but the sparks of desire he’d felt for her were no longer quelled. After this, the glowing embers were raging flames. All reasoning was going out the window. The concern he had for ruining their friendship… He just wanted to fuck. It wasn’t fair. Because he knew it would never happen.
Steve was surprised when he walked back into the bedroom and saw Robin’s hand in her pants. Well, not really surprised. He’d predicted it.
“Uhh…sorry?” he managed. “Want me to give you a minute, or…”
She ripped her hand away, evidently embarrassed at being caught.
“What’s up?” he wondered hesitantly. He brought his hands up to punctuate the question.
“N-nothing.”
Obviously a lie. He knew exactly what was going on.
“Rob?” he prompted.
She sighed and looked away, her cheeks flushing a brilliant pink while she attempted to formulate a story.
Steve waited patiently.
“You were right,” she finally admitted.
“About?”
“I’m wet.”
“Oh,” he acknowledged lamely.
“Yeah.”
He scratched his head, trying to feign nonchalance when he felt anything but. He’d only come minutes before, but his dick was already interested again. Now, he was shirtless and in boxers. She was stilly fully clothes, but nothing he couldn’t take care of if she wanted him to.
“Sorry,” she added. “I know that’s weird. Just…you were right.”
“Usually am,” he joked.
“Right.”
“So, uh…you want me to, uh, do anything about that?” he offered.
“No, no. It’s totally fine,” she said in a rush. “Totally cool. Like, one hundred percent cool.”
“You sure?” Fucking please. Let me. I’ll take such good care of you.
She shrugged, and she didn’t look so sure this time.
“Robin, I can, you know, return the favour. Won’t mean anything. Just…I know how to get girls off. It’s no big deal. Probably take less than a minute.”
“Are you sure? I don’t wanna be any weirder than I already was.”
“I don’t mind,” he assured. “Actually, I’d feel better if I made you come too. I’m not a big fan of leaving girls hangin’.”
“Really?” Her expression was both hopeful and pleading.
“For sure,” he promised. “I like it…you know, the taste. So…seriously. Won’t be any skin off my back. You want it? You got it. You’d kinda be doing me a favour if you think about it…”
Robin spread her legs, and Steve would have bet any money that her actions were subconscious, but he didn’t really care.
He could still feel the sensation of her boobs pressed against his back, the little gasp she’d let out when he shot his load all over himself. Her soft hand wrapped around his hard cock.
Now he would be allowed the highest privilege that existed. She was going to let him eat her out, taste her pussy, make her scream. He wondered if she’d call his name, beg. He was used to the sound. He always made girls come no matter what. Whether it took seconds, or minutes, or hours. He was committed to hearing their desperate and grateful cries.
His name on Robin’s tongue would mean even more. Because she was the one girl who wasn’t supposed to want him. And now he was latched onto the fantasy that he could make her want him. As long as he’d known her, she’d claimed to lust over and love only girls. But what a fucking treat it would be if his cock, his tongue, his sexual expertise were what made her see the light. If he could make her feel good enough, fuck her hard enough that she would want only him.
He could be her exception.
Where a devil and an angel had once occupied both of his shoulders, there were only two devils now. He was fucking gone.
He approached the bed cautiously, not daring to make his inner thoughts too obvious. He didn’t want to spook her. He had already been given an inch, and now he was taking a mile. She’d jerked him off, made him come at his instruction. Now she was going to let him do the same, and there was no way he was going to do anything to jeopardize that.
The care that their friendship would be sacrificed was growing more and more distant. All he wanted was her wet cunt on his tongue.
“You sure, Rob?” His voice was nothing but a squeak. It was a courtesy at most. He didn’t know if anything could stop him from his path. He wanted her. He’d had just a little taste, her hand on his skin, and now he was hooked.
“I—” she hesitated for a moment. “Can we try?”
He was on her in less than two seconds, kneeling on the bed and holding his weight over her.
“Steve?” she asked breathlessly.
“It’s okay,” he assured. “I promise.”
“You trust me?” he added. “I’m gonna make it feel so good. I swear.”
“Y-yeah,” she managed. “O-okay. Please?”
“I got you.”
“Wait,” she said. “Wait.”
He stopped. He prayed this was just a pause and not a reconsideration.
“What if I don’t like, look good, or whatever? I’m not like your other girls.”
“I know you’re not. You’re better,” he complimented. “So don’t even worry about it.”
“Yeah?”
“I promise. And if you’re worried…why don’t you just take your top off first? You know? Get used to being naked that way first.”
“But—”
“Robin, I already know you got great tits. It’s not exactly a secret.”
He backed off of her while she sat up.
He stared while she pulled her shirt off and unclasped her bra. It was his favourite kind that did up in the front. When she opened it, the cups fell to the side, and her boobs spilled out. Practically popped out, like the bra had been struggling to contain them.
She didn’t try to cover herself, which he greatly appreciated. That would have been unacceptable.
“Fuck, you’re pretty.”
“Shut up.” There was no heat in her voice.
“I’m serious.” He moved closer and she lied back down, her breasts spreading out a bit thanks to gravity.
He cupped her in his hands and squeezed her together even more than the bra had done. They were even bigger than he’d thought. Her nipples were a dark pink that matched her lips. So goddamn gorgeous.
He didn’t hesitate before he took one of her nipples into his mouth. She whined at the sensation and began to squirm beneath him. He added a swipe of his tongue and a graze of his teeth while he rolled the other nipple between his fingers.
“Feels good,” she breathed.
“Hmm.”
He kept it up for a few more minutes until her nipples were puffy, almost abused. She was humping the air because he was high enough over her that she couldn’t thrust up against him.
She was probably soaking wet by now. Ready to explode.
“Gonna eat you out now,” he said, his voice husky. It wasn’t a question.
She didn’t argue anyways. Only nodded her head at him, eyes big and shiny.
He pulled down her pants and underwear in one go.
Why she was nervous, he wasn’t sure. She had nothing to be ashamed of.
“So?” she asked. “Is it—”
“You’re perfect, Robin. Don’t even worry.”
He brought a finger to tease around her hole, just to get her used to it before he put his entire face against her most intimate place. He knew very well she was a virgin, and he’d experienced his fair share of them. They didn’t necessarily like to take it slow, but they liked being guided into things. Wrapping his lips around her clit, going from zero to one hundred, just wouldn’t do. He had to be easy.
He circled around her tight heat for a moment before he slipped the tip of his finger in.
“Fuck. Just like I said,” he grunted. “Perfect.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, baby,” he confirmed. It had been on the tip of his tongue to call her Robin, but those letters had slipped away. Baby seemed more appropriate. He was practically inside her now, and then—
He was fully inside now, and his cock was as hard as nails. As if he hadn’t come at all. He groaned louder than she did. “Shit.”
He pushed all the way in, crooked his finger like he knew how and hit the spot inside of her that he knew would make her beg and scream.
He pushed in, again and again, rubbing against her g-spot until her legs fell all the way apart. She was sopping wet, crying his name in no time. Like she didn’t know any other words.
“P-p-please. Steve. Please. Wanna come. Wanna come. Please.”
“Hold on, baby. Just a minute.”
He kept fucking her with his fingers, just a few more strokes. Then he put his mouth on her. She tasted like a dream. So sweet.
His cock twitched in his boxers, completely untouched. He could only imagine what her pussy would feel like wrapped around his length. Virgin. So goddamn tight. He would come in seconds. It would be an insult to last any longer. All he wanted to do was fuck her senseless, spill into her, watch it leak out of her once he was finished. See her wipe a finger through it, bring it to her lips to taste. He’d kissed her after that too, make sure he got a taste of himself.
“Oh fuck,” he panted. “So good. So fucking good, Rob. Beautiful.”
“Please,” she whimpered. She gripped onto him tight. Enough to bruise. His shoulders, then his scalp. She tugged at his hair. “Please, Steve.”
He lapped at her like he was starving. Swiping over her clit and everything else, so wet and delicious. He put his tongue against her entrance and teased around her and in her as far as he could go with the short length of his tongue. Not enough. He needed more. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to fuck her for real. Part of him knew, though, it wouldn’t take much. How far he’d gotten already. In less than an hour. She’d been so shy, hesitant, like he’d be mad. And he was the same, so scared to ruin the friendship but still so desperate for her. And now he was eating her out, moments away from her squirting all over his face, feeding him enough for a lifetime. It would be nothing to edge things just a bit more. To get his cock inside of her, be connected for real. It was the logical next step.
His mouth didn’t realize that his brain was two steps ahead though. He made the mistake of voicing the desire.
“Fuck, Robin,” he moaned against her, doing nothing but inhaling and tasting while she tightened her thighs around his head. “Wanna fuck you. Wanna feel you come on my cock. Taste so good.”
“Do it,” she begged. “Wanna feel it too. Please?”
Not a mistake then.
He never got to experience her like this, begging, needy and pliant. Usually she was borderline bitchy, could barely pay him a compliment without making a big deal out of it. Now she was putty in his hands.
He adjusted his position, brought a hand down to pull his boxers out of the way, just enough to get his cock out. Then he lined up.
Both of them stared down at where his head was nudging between her lips. He slid it up and down to get some more of her slick on him. He circled around her clit with his tip too, and that had her shaking.
“Fuck,” she bit. “Please, Steve.”
He leaned forward to nose at her neck and jaw, started sucking a hickey on her skin at the same time as he pushed forward.
“Does it hurt?” He checked in even though he doubted it was necessary. She was so ready for it, open and swollen, pink skin glistening with arousal…bottoming out was easy. No drag at all despite his size.
“No. Feels amazing,” she breathed. “So full.”
“Good.”
“How is it for you?”
“Probably won’t last long,” he admitted. “You’re just fuckin’…perfect.”
“Yeah, you said that,” she teased.
“And I’ll say it again.”
He rocked his hips forward to grind against her, pushing himself even deeper.
She wrapped her legs around him like she knew exactly what to do. Instinct. Then he pulled out a bit and thrust forward. Not hard but not light, either. His balls hit her body and slapped the skin.
She cried out, begging for him to go harder and faster. No problem.
Steve repeated the movement again, pulling out and slamming home. He set an almost brutal pace where his bed was protesting beneath them. Her fingernails were digging into his back, her ankles locked around his waist like she was holding on for dear life.
Eventually her words weren’t even coherent. Just moans and broken syllables. Steve over and over again.
“O-oh my god,” she grit her teeth together. “I think—ohhh.”
Her body tensed under him and around him. She clenched around his cock with such force he wasn’t sure he’d be able to ever detach from her.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he grunted. “So beautiful.”
It only took another thrust before he was coming too. He shot inside of her with a pathetic groan. “Oh, fuck.”
He worked himself through it, slowing his pace to nothing but gentle pumps. She was lifting her hips to meet him too, like she was trying to wring it out of him. It was so much hotter and wetter than it had been before. They were making a disgusting mess.
“Holy shit,” he said once they were both over the aftershocks. He was still inside of her and didn’t plan on leaving until she told him to.
“Yeah, holy shit.” Seemed she had no interest in having them come apart either since she was still clinging to him with her arms and legs.
He pressed a light kiss on her cheek.
“Dingus,” she chided. “You can kiss me on the mouth, you know…I’m pretty sure we’re there.”
He did as he was directed, and Robin shocked the hell out of him when she took her hands off his back and brought them to either side of his head. She slipped her tongue past his lips before he even had the chance to.
The second surprise he got from her was when she started moving her hips up again. He’d gone a bit soft, but the motion brought him and his cock back to life.
“You think you got more in you?” she asked, breaking the kiss.
“For you? I could go all day.”