“Then come in my mouth,” she said, her eyes never leaving me as she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and began sucking me into her mouth. Every nerve in me felt on edge as she eased her lips down, her tongue a madly caressing lash inside her mouth as she sucked me deeper and deeper, going all the way until I could feel myself in her throat. She had taken me all the way, without even pausing or blinking an eye. I’d died and gone to heaven, I was sure of it.
Working her mouth up and down, I couldn’t tear my eyes away as Robin sucked me perfectly, not too hard, not too soft. It was so amazing that I didn’t even feel at first when her finger started stroking along my taint, slipping toward my ass. My first signal was when she smiled naughtily and I felt pressure on my asshole. “Hold still, Ranger,” she teased, her finger working in slow circles that mirrored her tongue in between words. “This is going to be great.”
I’d never let anyone in my ass before. I mean, I’m a former Airborne Frickin’ Ranger. We’re the most alpha egos of the entire military, the type of guys who make Navy SEALs look positively beta. Even the gay Rangers I knew were strict tops, and never the type who let someone into their ass. Yet here was my sexy stepsister, the love of my life, telling me she was going to be sticking her finger in my ass, and that I was going to enjoy it. What was I supposed to do?
I did what my instincts and heart told me to do. I trusted Robin with everything, and I opened my legs a bit wider, nodding silently but still feeling a little unsure.
The first feeling of her finger pushing past my sphincter was masked by her tongue on my cock, and before I knew it, I could feel Robin’s long finger all the way inside me. I didn’t know if I liked it yet; it was kind of weird, but her lips and tongue on my cock were more than a little distracting, and I could barely think. Suddenly, her finger stroked against something inside me, and my cock lurched, a thick shot of precum shooting into her mouth and stars exploding in front of my eyes. “What the fuck?”
“Prostate,” Robin replied quickly before she plunged back onto my cock, sucking smoothly and quickly while her finger continued to probe. I couldn’t believe the combined pleasure, and felt my cock growing harder than it had ever been before.
“Soon,” I could barely gasp in warning, and Robin pulled back, until only the head of my cock was in her mouth, her free hand pumping my shaft while her finger worked my prostate. I exploded, a cry that I think Thor himself would appreciate, my cock spewing spurt after spurt of seed into Robin’s mouth. She kept her lips tight around my head, letting it fill her until I was totally spent, pulling her finger out while I sagged back into the water, facing her. “Holy hell.”
“Told you,” she boasted with a smile. “Now you’re never going to be able to get rid of me.”
Chapter 10
Robin
The flight home from Atlanta was more tense than I had hoped. Wes tried to hide it, but I could tell he was just as nervous as I was. I’d flown many times before and loved it, but after that crash, I couldn’t help but feel a little worried every time I stepped foot on an airplane. It’d probably take some time to get over it.
After two wonderful days in the hotel room, where the only time we left was to go out to dinner at one of Atlanta’s finest restaurants, both Wes and I were nervous as we knew we had to tell our parents about our relationship. I mean, it wasn’t like we could just keep going for long walks or disappearing for weekend getaways for too long without arousing suspicion. And we both knew that the longer we waited to tell Gerald and Mom about it, the more painful it would be.
“When?” I asked Wes as the plane circled on final approach. I didn’t have to spell it out, he knew exactly what I meant. “You know that they’re going to want to meet us at the baggage terminal.”
“Tonight,” Wes said in reply, holding my hand. At least on the airplane we could hold hands, and nobody batted an eye. We didn’t look at all like the stepsiblings we were, and we didn’t even share the same last name. “After we get back and get settled into the family room. I don’t want Winston or Chef or anyone interrupting us on this.”
“Yeah, that would be a bit awkward, although they’re going to have to be filled in eventually, I guess,” I replied, giving him a squeeze. “I mean, they’ve been with the family long enough, they kind of deserve to be told and not just figure stuff out for themselves.”
As predicted, Gerald and Mom met us as soon as we left the security area, although at least I wasn’t swallowed up in hugs and kisses like when we were rescued. After all, it was only a three day weekend in Atlanta. “How was the CNN Center?” Gerald asked after we exchanged hugs. “I heard it’s pretty cool.”
“Actually, it was less cool than you might imagine,” Wes said, giving his father the scoop on what went on behind the camera. “Seriously, your office is a lot cooler than that place.”