Page 89 of A Coffee Away

What the fuck?

I paced outside the room for what felt like an eternity, then the doorknob rattled, and I ran to the sink to wash the dishes.

Robbie came out smiling. “They’re all coming.”

I finished and dried my hands with a towel, then sat on the sofa. “What happened with Miguel? You went pale, then left.”

“Oh. That.” He waved dismissively. “I was only shocked. He told me people kept asking about my pieces. He wanted to talk about planning an event.”

I frowned. Miguel hadn’t said anything to me. But that was between him and Robbie.

“Good, then.”

Robbie sat on my lap.

“What are you doing?”

He wiggled his eyebrows and squirmed over me.

I closed my eyes, my dick hard as a rock while he stroked it. “Love, you need time. I was rough last night.”

“I’ve been ready for months.” He impaled himself with my hard shaft.

“Fuck!” I cried.

It seemed he did more than talk to Miguel in our room.

“You lubed for me?”

He grinned, moving his hips, squeezing me hard. “Please, sir. Take me.”

I grunted, letting my dominant side take over. “You want it?” I pushed farther in. “You want my cock?”

“Yes, sir.” He panted.

I smacked his ass. “Don’t speak unless it’s our safe word.” I grabbed his chin. “Understood?”

He nodded.

“Ride me, love. Take me deep.”

He moved faster, his cock already wet with precum.

“Good boy.”

An electric pulse ran down my spine, and I pushed farther in, then licked his nipple. I smacked his right asscheek again harder.

Robbie moaned.

I pulled his hair back, his Adam’s apple exposed to me. I kissed him there, then bit his left nipple.

“Yes!” He screamed.

I let go of his hair and squeezed his neck the way he loved it. “You know better than to talk.”

I pushed a thumb inside his mouth and snatched the ball gag I’d left on top of the coffee table last night. Our toys were scattered all over the apartment.

Grinning, I fixed it over his mouth. “Remember the double tap,” I whispered in his ear.