‷ donât wake me â somnophilia, unsafe sex, very little foreplay, âprincessâ, cream pie
‷ a-z nsfw â character study using nsfw prompts
‷ give it a try â virgin!reader, sex toys + lube, implied previous drug use, praise, very little verbal dominance, probably over use of âprincessâ, squirting, some hair pulling
‷ alpha!eddie scenting omega!reader
The Pitt
Michael âRobbyâ Robinavitch
‷ Sabbatical!Robby meets Younger!Reader who really wants that old man cookie
Animal Kingdom
Andrew âPopeâ Cody
‷ Younger!Reader discovers other ways Popeâs OCD manifests TBA
warnings: older man x younger female (20s/50s). (M) body insecurities. M/F masturbation, separate, but together. PiV intercourse. unprotected sex. Mentions of suicide. Reader is very apparent in her attraction to the old man.
The salt heavy air filled Robbyâs lungs as soon as heâd crossed the cityâs boarder, it was even more present now as he was perched on his stationary motorcycle. Tired eyes traced the shoreline below him. Even from his position up high, he could see how clean the sand was. The water clear as it came in waves to lick at the shore. Countless families filled the beach, childrenâs happy squeals clouded the air, couples lingering here and there, surfers fighting the waves.
They were undeniably happy. Peaceful. Content.
Robby could only hope he might find the same levels of peace and tranquillity while he was on this trip. He wouldnât admit it out loud, but the sight alone made him feel a little better. Definitely better than the dingy cabin in the woods heâd previously planned, where he had assumed heâd spend his final hours in. But his teamâspecifically Abbotâhad seen through his facade easily. After a brief emotional breakdown, Jack had persuaded him to take some time off, âJust donât spend it in the woods staring at bugs, man. Take a break, go to the beach, get some sun. Get a nice tan, while youâre at it, hell, kiss a girl, but come back to us in one piece, brother.â
As a matter of fact, Jack had been the one to recommend this beach, the hotel right across the street for complete convenience.
And as much as Robby would hate to admit itâand he hated to admit itâhe felt a fraction better. The setting sun pleasantly warmed his skin. Sky painted pretty oranges and pinks. The air was light and clean, not the stuffy, polluted air of the city. And with no dire emergencies to rush into, for a moment at least, Robby was calm.
He could breathe.
He could think.
He could feel.
âI like your bike.â
He also, apparently no longer had spacial awareness, as the voice suddenly appearing beside him nearly threw him off said bike.
Hair slightly damp and messed from the breeze, bikini top giving Robby a full eyeful of exposed skin, and shorts that presumably were covering the bottoms of your setâit was obvious youâd come from your own trip down to the beach. Soft eyes, even softer skin. Undeniably pretty. And that smile.
And young. The thought crossed his mind at the speed of light. Too young for a man on the wrong side of 50.
He shook his head as the thought passed through him. Why would you even think of that?
You took in the disheveled man with obvious entertainment on your face. A coy smile tugging at your lips as Robby quickly gave you a once-over while trying to still his racing heart, before averting his eyes in an attempt to not look like heâd just checked you out.
The speed that Robby turned his head in your direction had tugged uncomfortably at a muscle in his neck, he rubbed at it with a wince while failing to throw words together.
âEh, thanks, uh, yeah.â Robby swore at the way heâd tripped over his words. You sound like a nervous teen, get it together. Yanking the keys from the ignition, he less than gracefully found his footing on solid land. Fumbling with the keys, he glanced back and forth from you to the hotel, and back, a slight pinch in his brows. âDid you, uh, need something?â
âNope.â You shrugged, lips popping the âpâ. âSaw the cool bike, then the handsome rider sitting there for an unusual amount of time and thought, âI might as well say hiâ, yâknow? SoâŠhi.â
That alone threw Robby into a dumbfounded silence, mind racing to keep up with whatever game you were trying to play. But handsome? That had baffled him. Sure, Robby had fancied himself good looking in his prime, but now? With hair thinning, graying beard, and a soft gut, he knew he wasnât exactly the picture perfect definition of handsome. Let alone to aâhe estimatedâtwenty-something pretty thing like you.
I must be about to get robbed.
âHandsome.â Robby snorted, like the concept offended him. âListen, kidââ
âIâm not a kid.â You quipped, before quickly adding. âIâm in collage.â
âRiiight. Okay, maybe youâre not a kid, kid. But câmon,â Robby gestured between yourself and him, not missing the way your eyes tracked his large hands, long fingers, thick, exposed forearm from his sleeves being pushed up. âYouâre a kid to me.â
He couldnât sound less convincing if he tried.
And if your smile deepening was anything to go by, he wasnât fooling you either.
âWell,â Youâd hummed, gliding around the only barrier between you two, the bike, and all but pressing up against Robby. âIf you get lonely, this kid is staying in A27. Yâknow, if you need help crossing the road, or something. âKay?â
Youâd kept a light, teasing tone this whole time. But now, with you right up on him, itâd drop into a low, sensual whisper that despite Robbyâs attempts to ignore, couldnât fight the way his cock twitched to life in his jeans.
Without waiting for an answer, youâd turned and Robby could only say you strutted back to the hotel, soft hips purposefully swishing like you knew his gaze would be glued to your ass no matter what excuses were pouring from his mouth.
Robby thanked the gods that made denim jeans. Pushing down the guilt building in his stomach, he tugged at the uncomfortable fabric to hide the growing bulge before he traumatized the check-in clerk.
I should have went to the damned cabin.
The lobby was as basic as it comes, Robby noted as he approached the counter, the proximity to the beach having an obvious effect on the decor choices. Little shells were placed carefully here and there along the counter, a little figurine holding a surf board here, a decorative plant there. An older woman came from a back room, clicking at the computer quickly before dropping her gaze to Robby.
âWelcome, checking in?â The clerk asked, voice artificial but chipper. Robby nodded, still looking around the room.
âYeah, uh, itâs under Robinavitch.â
âR-o-b-i-nâah, here it is.â Some more clicking, before she turned to a small board filled with keys. Plucking one from the collection, she slid them across the counter. âYouâre in A28, just had the room prepped an hour before your arrival. Enjoy your stay.â
Keys weighing heavy in his hand, your teasing words rang in his mind again.
âThis kid, is staying in A27.â
Weâll be neighbors. How do you like that?
Being on the first floor, his final journey was brief. Finding his room, Robby paused, key in the lock, and let himself be weak. Just for a moment, his eyes drifted to the next room down, where he knew youâd sauntered back into. And for a second, just a second, his mind drifted to what you could be doing in there by yourself.
Were you by yourself? Did you come with friends? Why offer yourâŠattention if you didnât have the room to yourself? Robby physically shook the thought. That doesnât matterâdonât think about it.
Twisting the key, Robby threw the door open. Once inside, shutting it behind him with the same unnecessary force, slamming it shut. Shrugging his bag off his shoulder, his jacket following, letting the weight fall off him as he took in the room.
Obnoxiously bright white filled every corner of the room. Carpet, walls, pillows, blankets. Hell, even the table and dresser were in a light wood finish. The same vacant beach decor sprinkled around the room in small doses. Large glass windows covered the wall furthest from the door, allowing a beautiful view of the beach and the sun setting upon the water.
Even with all of the blinding whites, the thing Robby immediately noticed was the bed, pushed up against the wall your two rooms shared. Laid out on the bed, perfectly arranged, was a gift basket surrounded by petals in the shape of a heart.
With further investigation, Robby found the basket was full of all sorts of goodies, for lack of better terms. Robbyâs brows pinched together further and further with each item he pulled out. Lotionsâsome regular scented, some heating, some coolingâcandles, chocolates, mini bottles of champagne, and condoms.
Like he was on his goddamned honeymoon, and not a âplease donât kill yourselfâ vacation.
Iâm going to kill Jack. Push him right off the fucking roof.
With a huff, Robby shoved all the âgiftsâ back into the basket and set it aside. Swiping all the stray petals off the bed to the floor without a care, he all but flung himself on the empty bed. A low groan filled the room as his body sunk into the cloud-like softness his aching body clearly needed. And clearly, years of exhaustion had finally caught up to Robby as he felt himself tipping over the edge into unconsciousness as quickly as he did.
04:32
Robbyâs limbs felt like lead, as he lurched out of his deep sleep. Sweat soaked his shirt, his mouth dry.
The deep red numbers on the digital clock glared back at him from across the room. Whatever sweet dream heâd been having was long forgotten, replaced with confusion at what had pulled Robby from his slumber.
The room remained as silent as it was when Robby walked through the door. Only the gentle glow of the half-phased moon floating through closed curtains. On all accounts, nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing worth waking up for.
ââAh, fuckââ
Robbyâs eyebrows shot to his hairline, hearing the muffled cursing. Shifting in bed, heâd barely turned his ear towards the head of the bed, before the next came.
ââoh my godââ
It was obviously coming from the neighboring roomâyour room, Robbyâs mind correctedâthe sweet tune reached his ears. Clogging his mind. Despite the wall between you, it sounding like you were right there.
Our beds must be pushed against the same wall.
Against his will, Robbyâs pulse picked up, the blood pumping in his earsâand straight to his dickâwith each and every one of sweet sounds drifting towards him.
Youâre touching yourself. Robby swallowed hard at the realizations. The lack of a second voice confirmed as much. He could see you. Hair fussed up as you wiggle around the sheets. Hand stuffed between your thighs. Determination pinching your face while you desperately try to get yourself off. Robby blinked hard, forcing the imagine out of his mind, even while he felt his cock responding to your cries. Jesus Christ.
Robbyâs barely existing resolve crumbled. Fumbling hands dipped below the sheets, yanking his jeans down just far enough he could grasp his hard length in his own hand.
ââplease, fuck, pleaseââ
You sound so distraught, Robby decided as he founding himself moving to sink his knees into the plush mattress. Subconsciously inched closer to your shared barrier, all while fucking his fist. If he tried any harder, heâd be pressing his ear to the drywall. He could hear the desperation, the frustration in your every cryâif he really strained his ears, Robby could hear you sniffing pathetically between each moan when the realizationâyou were crying.
Canât reach the right spot, can you? Robbyâs traitorous thoughts spiraled. But he was well past self restraint now, as he paused long enough to spit in his hand, sighing from the ease in movement it brought. Poor thing, hands too small to reach all the good places, huh? Need a real manâs helpâŠ
ââfuck, I canâtââ
With each moan, curse and cry, Robbyâs imagination went to work as he tried to picture something warm, something wet and tight squeezing his length in tune with your moans, instead of the reality of his rough palm.
Those little fingers wonât help, wonât get you where you want, where you need to be. Robbyâs jaw clenched, tightening his grip with each stroke, twisting and squeezing. Hunched over, Robbyâs forehead met the wall, searching out something stable all the while he climbed towards the edge. His lungs burned from trying to keep his own cries in, muffling his own moans and grunts, god forbid you hear him the way heâs hearing you.
His wrist ached from relentless pace Robby set, desperately searching for a release he hadnât realized heâd neglected for so long. Beads of precum glistening at the tip. Need something real in you, to fill you up. The way you need. Fill you the way you deserve.
ââgoddammit!ââ
âFuck!â
The guttural groan ripped itself from his lips before he could contain it, body tense as he released. Weeks of pent up cum oozed over his first, spurts landing on the pristine pillow and your shared wall. Pleasure shooting through every vein in his body as Robby fought to catch his breath and his bearings.
The clarity hit him almost instantly, as he glared down at his hand, and the ruined linen, let alone the wall heâd have to clean before the poor housekeeper discovered his nightly activities. Disgust clawed its way back into his mind.
Who listens to a young girl tryâand failâto masturbate, through the walls!? Robby frowned. Who jerks off to a young girl masturbating through the walls. A pervert, thatâs who. Whatâs wrong with you?
Then, it washed over him like cold water, you were quiet. Robby gut twisted, he desperately wanted you to say something. Moan. Swear. Cry. Anything, to let him know you hadnât heard him. But he was met with complete silence on the other side of the wall. Not even the creak of a bed, to sooth his mind.
Youâd heard him.
Without a doubt.
Youâd heard him, groaning in pleasure, at your distress.
Youâd flirted with him, sure. But playing grown up and teasing an old man, and knowing that old man had touched his dick to you in the next room over were two completely different scenarios.
Briefly, Robby considered drowning himself in the tub to avoid ever having to leave this room and risk facing you.
With a scowl, he wiped his hand on the already ruined pillow and discarded it to the floor with the wasted petals. Flopping back down on the bed with a light âoofâ, Robby let his eyes wander back to the clock.
04:41
Youâre disgusting.
Disgusting. Disgusting. Disguâ
His racing mind nearly blocked out the soft rapping at his door. Nearly. His neck ached as Robbyâs head snapped in its direction. Silence followed again, and for a moment Robby began convincing himself heâd imagined itâuntil it came again. Soft. Rhythmic. But undeniably there.
Please god. Donât do this to me.
Robby prayed, and briefly considering not answering. But the knock came again, no louder than the first round, but all the same insistence. Refusal to be ignored, to be dismissed. It lured him from his shameful nest.
Robbyâs breath stilled as he settled his palm over the door handle, mentally counting to ten before facing his shame, facing you. With a heavy hand, he barely opened the door, the hallway light flooding through the crack and illuminating his weathered face.
Iâm already dead. Robby blinked dumbly at you. You, who hovered outside his door, face still flushed from your failure to get yourself off. You, whoâs cheeks still shined from trails of tears. You, who wore nothing but a tiny sleep shirt and the skimpiest panties Robby could fathom, wetness visible from where he stood. I did it, and Iâm dead, and Iâm in hell.
Heat ran up Robbyâs neck when you closed in on the cracked door, wet eyes finding his, and with the most pathetic, mournful, sweet voice, whispered, âGonna let me in?â
Robby tried to say no, he tried.
But in all his years, heâd never had such a tempting sight laid at his feet.
And he didnât want anyone else to see the crying, half naked, pretty young thing in such a state of undress, is what he tells himself as he steps back, door opening enough for you to slip inside. Darkness swallowed both of you up as Robby shut the door behind you, the only indication he wasnât alone being your shallow breathing that told him you were closing in on him.
Small hands bumped along thick thighs until you could tell exactly where you were touching in the dark, then turned confident, more sure in their movement. Robby tried in vain to suck in as you pawed at his less than toned stomach, before moving up to tease at the collar of his shirt, over broad shoulders until they clasped behind his neck, fingers sinking into soft hair as you guided him down to your waiting lips.
Trembling, nervous lips moved against your sure onesâRobby could tell his beard was tickling you, if the way your lips curled up into tiny smiles at times was anything to go byâhappy, content sighs and half formed giggles slipping between kisses.
Robbyâs whole body hummed to life when you pressed against him. His hands twitched at his sides, fingers aching to dig into the soft flesh. Robbyâs mind still fighting him even though heâd already lostâyou were already in his room, kissing him like you were lost lovers after allâbut he tries to pretend he still had morals. That he had the principles of a man not too far from being on Medicare.
Yet, all those reasons went out the window when youâd nibbles on his lip, sweet-as-candy tongue curling against his own.
The deepest sigh escaped Robby, his body folding to lean down further into you as strong arms curled around you, fingers digging into the plush of your ass as Robby yanked you as close to his as possible. Your surprised shriek against his mouth sent shocks straight to his cock, before a fit of giggles left you. You could feel him twitching against your stomach with each kiss, each twist of your supple body against his, you felt the hardness growing, trapped between you.
One hand abandoning its grip on Robbyâs neck, quickly found its way slipping beneath the waistline of his jeans. The angle awkward, the fabric unforgiving, but Robby choked on a moan all the same, feeling your fingers curl around his cock, squeezing and massaging as you panted against his lips. So caught up in your touch, in your lips, Robby damn near missed what you whispered into his mouth.
âNever seen someone get so hard again so fastâŠâ You sighed, twisting your wrist as best as you could from the trapped position, relishing in the guttural groan you received. âYânot so old, are you?â
Your teasing should have had shame burning through Robby, but with you in his arms, your hand down his pants, Robby was pretty damned proud of that fact too.
The smallest fire of confidence shot through his veins, and surprisingly both of you, Robbyâs huge hands cupped your thighs and lifted.
Tucking you against him, Robby stumbled through the dark until his knees hit the edge of the bed, both of you crumbling onto the soft sheets. Heâd tried to break the fall, but you took the brunt of his heavy frame, a soft âooofâ flew from you.
âMâsorry, sorry.â Robby huffed against your cheek, nose trailing over the soft skin.
âSâokay,â Your soft laugh clouded his mind. You scooted further up the bed, death grip on Robbyâs shirt collar, guiding him. âCâmere.â
Robby would let you lead him off the edge of the world, if you asked him, but for now he let you gently rearrange himâguiding him to lay back against the disarrayed pillows before settling between his spread legs.
Kissing was apparently in Robbyâs âokay to doâ book, you decided. But as you hooked your fingers in the waist band of his jeans and started wiggling them down his thick, hairy thighs, you could see the hesitancy slowly taking over his body again. Flushed face pinched in conflict, Robbyâs eyes bounced everywhere but yours.
âJeez, relax,â Your cooing would be condescending if it wasnât followed by gentle, tender hands massaging all Robbyâs worries from the tensed muscles. âYou canât be that nervous around a girl, can you? Youâre not a virgin, are you?â
That got his attention, Robby choked on his words, sputtering a pathetic, âJesus, you canât justâŠsay stuff like that!â
âWhy?â You traced a nail gently down the barely hidden erection in his boxers, giggling as it twitched under the fabric.âWaitâwas I right, are you!?â
âNo!â Robby yelped, his hands finding home on your hips as he sat up, trying to regain some footing, coming face-to-face with you again. âListen, kidââ
âIâm not a kid.â You stated, without room to negotiate. âOr, a virgin, for that matter.â
âIt doesnât matterâlisten!â Robby hissed. âI donât know what youâre playing at, whateverâŠ.you think you want? This? You donât.â
âIâm not playing at anything.â You voice lost all its teasing, hearing the insecurities in Robbyâs voice. âWellâŠIâd like to play with something.â
âYouââ Robby chuckled, a tired sound that was drowned under the hand he dragged over his face. âI donât think you even know what youâre asking, shouldnât you be chasing around someoneâŠmore your age? Youâre a pretty girl. Find, I donât know, find a nice surfer boy.â
ââA nice surfer boyâ?â You raised an eyebrow, pure amusement clouding your eyes. âWell, the nice surfer boys arenât my type. I like my men a little moreâŠexperienced.â
âLookââ Robby started, the words dying in his throat as you placed a palm on his chest and pushed, flattening him back to the mattress.
âNo, you look,â You loomed over him. âIâm not a dumb little kid, okay? Donât treat me like one.â
âIâm notââ
âYou are.â You snipped. âI know what I like. I know what I want. Andââ
Robbyâs mouth went dry as you leaned in.
âI heard you. So itâs okay to jerk off to me, but you canât fuck me?â
âI shouldnât haveââ
âDo you wanna know what I was thinking about?â You cooed, soft lips brushing the shell of his ear.
Against his best interest, Robby let a quiet âyesâ fall from his lips.
âI was thinking about this handsome man I met, looked so good on his motorcycleâŠcouldnât wait to run inside and touch myselfâŠâ You hummed, teasingly nibbling his earlobe, relishing in the low groan and tightening grip on your waist. âThought about those strong, thick, long fingers in me, but I couldnât reach. Hurt so bad, no matter what I did, it wasnât gonna compare.â
You fake pouted with a sniffle, really selling the scene as you gripped Robbyâs boxers. âButâŠI knew my sweet neighbor would be able to help meâŠâ
Before he could protestâhonestly, would Robby even try to pretend anymore?âthe dark checkered patterned fabric was gone and forgotten over the side of the bed. Followed by your breathless, âFuck.â
For the first time since, whatever this was, began, Robbyâs head filled with pride. For all his faults, all his shortcomings, all his failuresâRobby knew his dick wasnât one of them.
âI knew itâd be big,â You mused quietly, fingers curling around the thick length now unrestrained. âYou walk like itâs heavyâbut Jesus Christ.â
The tiniest arrogant smile tugged at his lips, âYeah? YouâŠ.like it?â
Transfixed, greedy eyes soaked everything in. Coarse salt-n-pepper hair kept moderately neat surrounded him, disappearing into a trail beneath his shirt. Thick, heavy in your hand, the pretty deep red tip already weeping clear tears as you slowly twisted your fist. âMhmm. I love it.â
Descending on him again, you smashed your lips back to hisâsloppier, messierâwhile you fully settled your weight in his lap. Robby felt himself short-circuiting in real time. The heat from your core pressing against his cock. The delicious drag of your soaking wet lacy panties brushing against his sensitive tip with each buck of yours against his. And god, your little moans and breathless sighs, leagues away from the pathetic whining youâd given him through the walls.
Robby thanked whatever god was listening that heâd already got one out of the chamber, or he was positive heâd already have embarrassed himself with premature ejaculation.
More focused hands gripped your ass, fingers digging into the fat so hard Robby was sure heâd leave prints behind, he guided your movements. Pacing your desperate grinding into something stable, something more consistent, with more pressure. Robbyâs hips bucked to meet you half-way, pulling at the plush of your ass until the tips of his fingers could poke and prod at your lace-covered-entrance.
âFeel sâgoodâŠâ You panted, brain spiraling between wanting to push back against Robbyâs fingers, or grind down harder against his crotch. The pressure built. Each roll of your hips growing more desperate, more determined as you chased the high youâd failed to give yourself earlier until you were shuddering in Robbyâs lap, cries muffled against his bruised lips, more wetness pooling beneath Robbyâs fingers.
Your quick recovery oozed of your youth, Robby thought. Youâd briefly melted against him, hips still twitching wildly before your mind cleared again and set a new goalâyour fingers inching their way beneath his shirt.
âOff,â You muttered against his lips, voice laced with pure lust, pulling at the hem of his shirt, âTake this off.â
Lips parting with an audible âpopâ as you leaned back, settling comfortably on Robbyâs thick thighs. Curious hands softly brushing the hidden skin while you waited for Robby to make his move.
You could see the insecurity quietly flooding his kind eyes, a million thoughts running wildly in his tortured mind.
I havenât worked out inââŠwell, ever.
I donât exactly eat wellâŠ
Havenât trimmed up in agesâŠ
So much graying haiâ
âHey,â Your soft voice broke Robbyâs racing thoughts, gentle fingers all but petting his beard, drawing his attention back. âI just wanna see you, okay?â
Hesitation slowed Robbyâs movements but he tugged the fabric over his head regardless, disheveling his hair even more than your nimble fingers had managed. Quickly, Robby tried to sooth the messy strands back into place with shaky hands; chin tucked to his chest, unwilling to meet your gaze.
His eyes pinched shut when he heard you draw in a quick breath, mentally preparing for you to clamber off his lap, to apologize for bothering him, and discard whatever minuscule attraction youâd had for this old man.
You took in the newly exposed skin with your bottom lip locked between your teeth. Broad shoulders. Firm biceps hidden beneath a layer of fat. Soft stomach from way to many nights of takeout with no time to cook. The silver hair spanning across his chest, narrowing into the appropriately named happy trail leading to the most perfect cock you could imagine.
âSâhandsome.â
What?
âHuh?â Robbyâs eyes snapped open, unable to stop the confused sound flying from his mouth. He barely glanced down at his own bare chest before locking his eyes on you. Prettiest fucking sight Robbyâd seen in a long timeâhair an absolute mess, face flushed, lips swollen and chin all pink from rubbing against his beard, pupils blown outâand you thought this worn down body was handsome? âReally?â
âMhm, yâlook like a real man, not a little surfer boy.â You grinned at his dumbfounded face, shuffling awkwardly in his lap to discard your ruined. Relishing in the way Robbyâs eyes followed your every movement, until your bare pussy settled against his cock. âSoâŠare you gonna fuck me now? Or should I go back down to the beach?â
Who needs morals? Robby conceded, arms locking around your waist and slamming you into the bed as he claimed his position above you. Robbyâs shaky hand grasped his own length, swiping the weeping head through your folds, collecting the wetness before notching his tip at your entrance.
Heart racing, he paused long enough to meet your eyes, a single arched brow as if to ask âare you sure?â You cheekily pushed your hips up in reply.
Fuck it.
Robby swore lowly as he pressed on, fat tip slowly splitting you open as he sunk into your wet heat. As much as he wanted to pinch his eyes shut, trying not to cum immediately, Robby refused to miss even a second of your reactionâhypnotized by the way your mouth dropped open in pleasure, the tiniest, breathless moans spilling from sinful lips as your eyebrows scrunched.
âOh my godââ You cried, legs falling open, trying to make room for Robbyâs heavy form, hands flying to clutch at his neck. âFuck!â
âFuckinâ perfectââ Robbyâs grunts, rocking his hips, forcing another few inches in you. âMost perfect pussy Iâve ever seenâŠâ
You preened at his words, tugging him closer impatiently, âSâbig, more, please, I need more!â
Robby damn near folded himself over you, forearms caged in either side of your head, his hips flush against yours, every throbbing inch buried in your core.
Heaven. Robbyâs mind corrected. This is Heaven.
He tried to still himself, let you adjust to the thickness that he could see bulging your stomach when Robby peaked downwards, unable to resist the drawl of seeing himself buried to the hilt.
He tried.
But your restless squirming, trying your best to buck your hips from your pinned positionâwho was Robby to deny you?
He didnât have the staminaâor the joints, for that matterâto be fast, but he could do hard.
Withdrawing barely half-way, Robby slid back home with a firm, harsh thrust. A dull slap! of skin echoed in the air, along with your delighted moan.
âLike that, baby?â Robby fished for praise, like a dog begging for scraps. âFeel good?â
âYes!â
A satisfied smile curled itâs way on Robbyâs lips, feeling more sure of himself with each moan you repaid him with. He seized one leg, pinning it over his forearm and spreading you open.
Bodies crashed into each other so harshly Robby was certain you wouldnât be walking the next day. But the way you shouted in pleasureâuntil he shoved a sweaty palm over your mouth, Robby wasnât about to get a noise complaintâhe bet that was your end goal anyways.
Robby could feel your peak coming before your muffled pleading alerted him to itâhe could see your stomach flexing. Feel your insides tightening, strangling his cock and making it that much harder to withdraw. Forcing Robby to switch to short, sharp thrusts that hammered away at that spongey spot that had you drooling beneath his palm, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your spasming dragged Robby to his own release. Groaning deep and low, Robby swore breathlessly as he spilled for the second time tonight.
Satiated, Robby collapsed, squishing you beneath his weightânot that you seemed to mindâburying his nose against your temple while you pressed mindless kisses to whatever skin you could reach. Once he could breathe again, Robby gently rearranged you both. Settling back against the pillows, you tucked into his side, contently playing with his chest hairs.
âThank you.â The words spilled from his lips before he could stop, barely above a whisper.
You blinked up him curiously. âFor?â
âThatâsâŠâ Robby swallowed. âThatâs the most normal Iâve felt inâgod I donât even knowâa while.â
ââŠGot a lot of stress back home?â
âYou donât know the half of it.â Robby snorted, a tired, sad sound. âSort of comes with the territory though, justâŠsometimes itâs too much.â
âJob?â
âIâm a doctor.â Robby nodded to himself, like he needed to confirm the thought. âChief attending.â
âImpressive.â You gave a small smile. âBig man in charge, huh?â
âYeahâŠmeans it all falls on me.â Robby whispered. âAll the good, and the badâmostly badâI have to carry it all.â
âIs thatâŠwhy youâre here?â You questioned. âToo much to handle, needed some off time?â
âI wasnât even supposed to be here.â Robby shook his head, âI was supposed toâa friend convinced me to change destinations last minute, said itâd be better for me.â
âWas it?â
Robby glanced down at you curled into his side.
âYeah,â He smiled softly. âIt was.â
The PTMC loomed larger than life over Robby as he watched a sea of people flowing in and out from a safe distance, on the other side of the street. For the first time, in a long time, Robby felt light as air. Like a weight he didnât know he was being crushed under had lifted. And for a moment, however brief, Robby thought, âWhatever happens in there, whatever chaos, I feel alright. Iâm okay.â Shaking off the nervous of his first day back, he hiked his pack higher on his shoulder, and crossed into the threshold.
The place was the same as heâd left itâshort staffed, short on beds, ridiculous wait timesâbut Robby felt different this time.
Dana was the first to spot him, as he approached the nursesâ desk.
âWell, look who returned!â Cheerful, boisterous, welcoming as if he never left. âLook at you, didâya get a face lift while you were gone!â
Robby could feel the heat spreading up his neck as he laughed, ignoring the comment to hug the nurse.
âIâll ignore the implications that I looked like shit before I left, but thank you.â Robbyâs eyes bouncing around, looking for someone. âWhereâs Abbot?â
âOh, yâknow, the usual.â Dana patted his chest in parting, glancing at the patient lists. âGettinâ some air, should be down for rounds soon. So, how was the vacation? Whereâd you, whatâd you do?â
âIâll give you all the gorey details later, Iâm just gonnaââ Robby started backwards, pointing upwards. âGonna go find him.â
âIâm countinâ on it!â Dana shouted at his retreating back.
Robby took the stairs, two at a time, despite the protest in his knees, until he flung the door to the roof open.
âWeâve got to stop meeting like this, man.â Robby called out, approaching Abbotâs back. âMy knees canât handle the climb.â
âDidnât take my advice for yoga while you were gone, then, did you?â
âI didnât feel like joining the neighborhoodâs watch list.â Robby shook his head. âGot up to enough trouble as it was, didnât wanna add nude yoga to the roster.â
âI never said it had to be nude.â Abbot countered, ducking under the boarder wires to join Robby. He gave Robby a once over. âWell, you came back with all your limbs, thatâs good. I donât think Iâd like to share the âcool doctor missing a limbâ title just yet.â
âGot a tan.â Robby offered, âThe sun was nice, I really owe youâŠfor getting me to change local.â
âNo problem.â Abbot shrugged, not trying to take any credit in Robby deciding his life was worth living with a little push, âSome color will do you good, for a while the students were saying you werenât really the attending, just haunting the hos ââ
âKissed a girl, too.â Robby threw out quickly, relishing in the the humor dropped from Abbots face as the words washed over him.
âShit, brother, good for you.â Abbot laughed, smacking his hand down on Robbyâs shoulder. âYou gonna tell me, or do I gotta force it outta you?â
Robby nodding, laughing with his friend while reminiscing on his time with you, âOh, Iâll tell you everything. Drinks tonight? I donât think youâll believe me soberâŠâ
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says âno eyes⊠no nose⊠no face. Donât trust.â To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
i think my favorite thing about trinity santos is how genuinely corny she is. i love how she unironically changes whitakerâs nickname from huckleberry to fuckleberry when sheâs upset. i love the exaggerated hand gestures and the way she bows as she makes her dramatic exit saying, âso long, fellow losersâ. she is so undeniably cringe that i canât help but love her
warnings: older man x younger female (20s/50s). (M) body insecurities. M/F masturbation, separate, but together. PiV intercourse. unprotected sex. Mentions of suicide. Reader is very apparent in her attraction to the old man.
The salt heavy air filled Robbyâs lungs as soon as heâd crossed the cityâs boarder, it was even more present now as he was perched on his stationary motorcycle. Tired eyes traced the shoreline below him. Even from his position up high, he could see how clean the sand was. The water clear as it came in waves to lick at the shore. Countless families filled the beach, childrenâs happy squeals clouded the air, couples lingering here and there, surfers fighting the waves.
They were undeniably happy. Peaceful. Content.
Robby could only hope he might find the same levels of peace and tranquillity while he was on this trip. He wouldnât admit it out loud, but the sight alone made him feel a little better. Definitely better than the dingy cabin in the woods heâd previously planned, where he had assumed heâd spend his final hours in. But his teamâspecifically Abbotâhad seen through his facade easily. After a brief emotional breakdown, Jack had persuaded him to take some time off, âJust donât spend it in the woods staring at bugs, man. Take a break, go to the beach, get some sun. Get a nice tan, while youâre at it, hell, kiss a girl, but come back to us in one piece, brother.â
As a matter of fact, Jack had been the one to recommend this beach, the hotel right across the street for complete convenience.
And as much as Robby would hate to admit itâand he hated to admit itâhe felt a fraction better. The setting sun pleasantly warmed his skin. Sky painted pretty oranges and pinks. The air was light and clean, not the stuffy, polluted air of the city. And with no dire emergencies to rush into, for a moment at least, Robby was calm.
He could breathe.
He could think.
He could feel.
âI like your bike.â
He also, apparently no longer had spacial awareness, as the voice suddenly appearing beside him nearly threw him off said bike.
Hair slightly damp and messed from the breeze, bikini top giving Robby a full eyeful of exposed skin, and shorts that presumably were covering the bottoms of your setâit was obvious youâd come from your own trip down to the beach. Soft eyes, even softer skin. Undeniably pretty. And that smile.
And young. The thought crossed his mind at the speed of light. Too young for a man on the wrong side of 50.
He shook his head as the thought passed through him. Why would you even think of that?
You took in the disheveled man with obvious entertainment on your face. A coy smile tugging at your lips as Robby quickly gave you a once-over while trying to still his racing heart, before averting his eyes in an attempt to not look like heâd just checked you out.
The speed that Robby turned his head in your direction had tugged uncomfortably at a muscle in his neck, he rubbed at it with a wince while failing to throw words together.
âEh, thanks, uh, yeah.â Robby swore at the way heâd tripped over his words. You sound like a nervous teen, get it together. Yanking the keys from the ignition, he less than gracefully found his footing on solid land. Fumbling with the keys, he glanced back and forth from you to the hotel, and back, a slight pinch in his brows. âDid you, uh, need something?â
âNope.â You shrugged, lips popping the âpâ. âSaw the cool bike, then the handsome rider sitting there for an unusual amount of time and thought, âI might as well say hiâ, yâknow? SoâŠhi.â
That alone threw Robby into a dumbfounded silence, mind racing to keep up with whatever game you were trying to play. But handsome? That had baffled him. Sure, Robby had fancied himself good looking in his prime, but now? With hair thinning, graying beard, and a soft gut, he knew he wasnât exactly the picture perfect definition of handsome. Let alone to aâhe estimatedâtwenty-something pretty thing like you.
I must be about to get robbed.
âHandsome.â Robby snorted, like the concept offended him. âListen, kidââ
âIâm not a kid.â You quipped, before quickly adding. âIâm in collage.â
âRiiight. Okay, maybe youâre not a kid, kid. But câmon,â Robby gestured between yourself and him, not missing the way your eyes tracked his large hands, long fingers, thick, exposed forearm from his sleeves being pushed up. âYouâre a kid to me.â
He couldnât sound less convincing if he tried.
And if your smile deepening was anything to go by, he wasnât fooling you either.
âWell,â Youâd hummed, gliding around the only barrier between you two, the bike, and all but pressing up against Robby. âIf you get lonely, this kid is staying in A27. Yâknow, if you need help crossing the road, or something. âKay?â
Youâd kept a light, teasing tone this whole time. But now, with you right up on him, itâd drop into a low, sensual whisper that despite Robbyâs attempts to ignore, couldnât fight the way his cock twitched to life in his jeans.
Without waiting for an answer, youâd turned and Robby could only say you strutted back to the hotel, soft hips purposefully swishing like you knew his gaze would be glued to your ass no matter what excuses were pouring from his mouth.
Robby thanked the gods that made denim jeans. Pushing down the guilt building in his stomach, he tugged at the uncomfortable fabric to hide the growing bulge before he traumatized the check-in clerk.
I should have went to the damned cabin.
The lobby was as basic as it comes, Robby noted as he approached the counter, the proximity to the beach having an obvious effect on the decor choices. Little shells were placed carefully here and there along the counter, a little figurine holding a surf board here, a decorative plant there. An older woman came from a back room, clicking at the computer quickly before dropping her gaze to Robby.
âWelcome, checking in?â The clerk asked, voice artificial but chipper. Robby nodded, still looking around the room.
âYeah, uh, itâs under Robinavitch.â
âR-o-b-i-nâah, here it is.â Some more clicking, before she turned to a small board filled with keys. Plucking one from the collection, she slid them across the counter. âYouâre in A28, just had the room prepped an hour before your arrival. Enjoy your stay.â
Keys weighing heavy in his hand, your teasing words rang in his mind again.
âThis kid, is staying in A27.â
Weâll be neighbors. How do you like that?
Being on the first floor, his final journey was brief. Finding his room, Robby paused, key in the lock, and let himself be weak. Just for a moment, his eyes drifted to the next room down, where he knew youâd sauntered back into. And for a second, just a second, his mind drifted to what you could be doing in there by yourself.
Were you by yourself? Did you come with friends? Why offer yourâŠattention if you didnât have the room to yourself? Robby physically shook the thought. That doesnât matterâdonât think about it.
Twisting the key, Robby threw the door open. Once inside, shutting it behind him with the same unnecessary force, slamming it shut. Shrugging his bag off his shoulder, his jacket following, letting the weight fall off him as he took in the room.
Obnoxiously bright white filled every corner of the room. Carpet, walls, pillows, blankets. Hell, even the table and dresser were in a light wood finish. The same vacant beach decor sprinkled around the room in small doses. Large glass windows covered the wall furthest from the door, allowing a beautiful view of the beach and the sun setting upon the water.
Even with all of the blinding whites, the thing Robby immediately noticed was the bed, pushed up against the wall your two rooms shared. Laid out on the bed, perfectly arranged, was a gift basket surrounded by petals in the shape of a heart.
With further investigation, Robby found the basket was full of all sorts of goodies, for lack of better terms. Robbyâs brows pinched together further and further with each item he pulled out. Lotionsâsome regular scented, some heating, some coolingâcandles, chocolates, mini bottles of champagne, and condoms.
Like he was on his goddamned honeymoon, and not a âplease donât kill yourselfâ vacation.
Iâm going to kill Jack. Push him right off the fucking roof.
With a huff, Robby shoved all the âgiftsâ back into the basket and set it aside. Swiping all the stray petals off the bed to the floor without a care, he all but flung himself on the empty bed. A low groan filled the room as his body sunk into the cloud-like softness his aching body clearly needed. And clearly, years of exhaustion had finally caught up to Robby as he felt himself tipping over the edge into unconsciousness as quickly as he did.
04:32
Robbyâs limbs felt like lead, as he lurched out of his deep sleep. Sweat soaked his shirt, his mouth dry.
The deep red numbers on the digital clock glared back at him from across the room. Whatever sweet dream heâd been having was long forgotten, replaced with confusion at what had pulled Robby from his slumber.
The room remained as silent as it was when Robby walked through the door. Only the gentle glow of the half-phased moon floating through closed curtains. On all accounts, nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing worth waking up for.
ââAh, fuckââ
Robbyâs eyebrows shot to his hairline, hearing the muffled cursing. Shifting in bed, heâd barely turned his ear towards the head of the bed, before the next came.
ââoh my godââ
It was obviously coming from the neighboring roomâyour room, Robbyâs mind correctedâthe sweet tune reached his ears. Clogging his mind. Despite the wall between you, it sounding like you were right there.
Our beds must be pushed against the same wall.
Against his will, Robbyâs pulse picked up, the blood pumping in his earsâand straight to his dickâwith each and every one of sweet sounds drifting towards him.
Youâre touching yourself. Robby swallowed hard at the realizations. The lack of a second voice confirmed as much. He could see you. Hair fussed up as you wiggle around the sheets. Hand stuffed between your thighs. Determination pinching your face while you desperately try to get yourself off. Robby blinked hard, forcing the imagine out of his mind, even while he felt his cock responding to your cries. Jesus Christ.
Robbyâs barely existing resolve crumbled. Fumbling hands dipped below the sheets, yanking his jeans down just far enough he could grasp his hard length in his own hand.
ââplease, fuck, pleaseââ
You sound so distraught, Robby decided as he founding himself moving to sink his knees into the plush mattress. Subconsciously inched closer to your shared barrier, all while fucking his fist. If he tried any harder, heâd be pressing his ear to the drywall. He could hear the desperation, the frustration in your every cryâif he really strained his ears, Robby could hear you sniffing pathetically between each moan when the realizationâyou were crying.
Canât reach the right spot, can you? Robbyâs traitorous thoughts spiraled. But he was well past self restraint now, as he paused long enough to spit in his hand, sighing from the ease in movement it brought. Poor thing, hands too small to reach all the good places, huh? Need a real manâs helpâŠ
ââfuck, I canâtââ
With each moan, curse and cry, Robbyâs imagination went to work as he tried to picture something warm, something wet and tight squeezing his length in tune with your moans, instead of the reality of his rough palm.
Those little fingers wonât help, wonât get you where you want, where you need to be. Robbyâs jaw clenched, tightening his grip with each stroke, twisting and squeezing. Hunched over, Robbyâs forehead met the wall, searching out something stable all the while he climbed towards the edge. His lungs burned from trying to keep his own cries in, muffling his own moans and grunts, god forbid you hear him the way heâs hearing you.
His wrist ached from relentless pace Robby set, desperately searching for a release he hadnât realized heâd neglected for so long. Beads of precum glistening at the tip. Need something real in you, to fill you up. The way you need. Fill you the way you deserve.
ââgoddammit!ââ
âFuck!â
The guttural groan ripped itself from his lips before he could contain it, body tense as he released. Weeks of pent up cum oozed over his first, spurts landing on the pristine pillow and your shared wall. Pleasure shooting through every vein in his body as Robby fought to catch his breath and his bearings.
The clarity hit him almost instantly, as he glared down at his hand, and the ruined linen, let alone the wall heâd have to clean before the poor housekeeper discovered his nightly activities. Disgust clawed its way back into his mind.
Who listens to a young girl tryâand failâto masturbate, through the walls!? Robby frowned. Who jerks off to a young girl masturbating through the walls. A pervert, thatâs who. Whatâs wrong with you?
Then, it washed over him like cold water, you were quiet. Robby gut twisted, he desperately wanted you to say something. Moan. Swear. Cry. Anything, to let him know you hadnât heard him. But he was met with complete silence on the other side of the wall. Not even the creak of a bed, to sooth his mind.
Youâd heard him.
Without a doubt.
Youâd heard him, groaning in pleasure, at your distress.
Youâd flirted with him, sure. But playing grown up and teasing an old man, and knowing that old man had touched his dick to you in the next room over were two completely different scenarios.
Briefly, Robby considered drowning himself in the tub to avoid ever having to leave this room and risk facing you.
With a scowl, he wiped his hand on the already ruined pillow and discarded it to the floor with the wasted petals. Flopping back down on the bed with a light âoofâ, Robby let his eyes wander back to the clock.
04:41
Youâre disgusting.
Disgusting. Disgusting. Disguâ
His racing mind nearly blocked out the soft rapping at his door. Nearly. His neck ached as Robbyâs head snapped in its direction. Silence followed again, and for a moment Robby began convincing himself heâd imagined itâuntil it came again. Soft. Rhythmic. But undeniably there.
Please god. Donât do this to me.
Robby prayed, and briefly considering not answering. But the knock came again, no louder than the first round, but all the same insistence. Refusal to be ignored, to be dismissed. It lured him from his shameful nest.
Robbyâs breath stilled as he settled his palm over the door handle, mentally counting to ten before facing his shame, facing you. With a heavy hand, he barely opened the door, the hallway light flooding through the crack and illuminating his weathered face.
Iâm already dead. Robby blinked dumbly at you. You, who hovered outside his door, face still flushed from your failure to get yourself off. You, whoâs cheeks still shined from trails of tears. You, who wore nothing but a tiny sleep shirt and the skimpiest panties Robby could fathom, wetness visible from where he stood. I did it, and Iâm dead, and Iâm in hell.
Heat ran up Robbyâs neck when you closed in on the cracked door, wet eyes finding his, and with the most pathetic, mournful, sweet voice, whispered, âGonna let me in?â
Robby tried to say no, he tried.
But in all his years, heâd never had such a tempting sight laid at his feet.
And he didnât want anyone else to see the crying, half naked, pretty young thing in such a state of undress, is what he tells himself as he steps back, door opening enough for you to slip inside. Darkness swallowed both of you up as Robby shut the door behind you, the only indication he wasnât alone being your shallow breathing that told him you were closing in on him.
Small hands bumped along thick thighs until you could tell exactly where you were touching in the dark, then turned confident, more sure in their movement. Robby tried in vain to suck in as you pawed at his less than toned stomach, before moving up to tease at the collar of his shirt, over broad shoulders until they clasped behind his neck, fingers sinking into soft hair as you guided him down to your waiting lips.
Trembling, nervous lips moved against your sure onesâRobby could tell his beard was tickling you, if the way your lips curled up into tiny smiles at times was anything to go byâhappy, content sighs and half formed giggles slipping between kisses.
Robbyâs whole body hummed to life when you pressed against him. His hands twitched at his sides, fingers aching to dig into the soft flesh. Robbyâs mind still fighting him even though heâd already lostâyou were already in his room, kissing him like you were lost lovers after allâbut he tries to pretend he still had morals. That he had the principles of a man not too far from being on Medicare.
Yet, all those reasons went out the window when youâd nibbles on his lip, sweet-as-candy tongue curling against his own.
The deepest sigh escaped Robby, his body folding to lean down further into you as strong arms curled around you, fingers digging into the plush of your ass as Robby yanked you as close to his as possible. Your surprised shriek against his mouth sent shocks straight to his cock, before a fit of giggles left you. You could feel him twitching against your stomach with each kiss, each twist of your supple body against his, you felt the hardness growing, trapped between you.
One hand abandoning its grip on Robbyâs neck, quickly found its way slipping beneath the waistline of his jeans. The angle awkward, the fabric unforgiving, but Robby choked on a moan all the same, feeling your fingers curl around his cock, squeezing and massaging as you panted against his lips. So caught up in your touch, in your lips, Robby damn near missed what you whispered into his mouth.
âNever seen someone get so hard again so fastâŠâ You sighed, twisting your wrist as best as you could from the trapped position, relishing in the guttural groan you received. âYânot so old, are you?â
Your teasing should have had shame burning through Robby, but with you in his arms, your hand down his pants, Robby was pretty damned proud of that fact too.
The smallest fire of confidence shot through his veins, and surprisingly both of you, Robbyâs huge hands cupped your thighs and lifted.
Tucking you against him, Robby stumbled through the dark until his knees hit the edge of the bed, both of you crumbling onto the soft sheets. Heâd tried to break the fall, but you took the brunt of his heavy frame, a soft âooofâ flew from you.
âMâsorry, sorry.â Robby huffed against your cheek, nose trailing over the soft skin.
âSâokay,â Your soft laugh clouded his mind. You scooted further up the bed, death grip on Robbyâs shirt collar, guiding him. âCâmere.â
Robby would let you lead him off the edge of the world, if you asked him, but for now he let you gently rearrange himâguiding him to lay back against the disarrayed pillows before settling between his spread legs.
Kissing was apparently in Robbyâs âokay to doâ book, you decided. But as you hooked your fingers in the waist band of his jeans and started wiggling them down his thick, hairy thighs, you could see the hesitancy slowly taking over his body again. Flushed face pinched in conflict, Robbyâs eyes bounced everywhere but yours.
âJeez, relax,â Your cooing would be condescending if it wasnât followed by gentle, tender hands massaging all Robbyâs worries from the tensed muscles. âYou canât be that nervous around a girl, can you? Youâre not a virgin, are you?â
That got his attention, Robby choked on his words, sputtering a pathetic, âJesus, you canât justâŠsay stuff like that!â
âWhy?â You traced a nail gently down the barely hidden erection in his boxers, giggling as it twitched under the fabric.âWaitâwas I right, are you!?â
âNo!â Robby yelped, his hands finding home on your hips as he sat up, trying to regain some footing, coming face-to-face with you again. âListen, kidââ
âIâm not a kid.â You stated, without room to negotiate. âOr, a virgin, for that matter.â
âIt doesnât matterâlisten!â Robby hissed. âI donât know what youâre playing at, whateverâŠ.you think you want? This? You donât.â
âIâm not playing at anything.â You voice lost all its teasing, hearing the insecurities in Robbyâs voice. âWellâŠIâd like to play with something.â
âYouââ Robby chuckled, a tired sound that was drowned under the hand he dragged over his face. âI donât think you even know what youâre asking, shouldnât you be chasing around someoneâŠmore your age? Youâre a pretty girl. Find, I donât know, find a nice surfer boy.â
ââA nice surfer boyâ?â You raised an eyebrow, pure amusement clouding your eyes. âWell, the nice surfer boys arenât my type. I like my men a little moreâŠexperienced.â
âLookââ Robby started, the words dying in his throat as you placed a palm on his chest and pushed, flattening him back to the mattress.
âNo, you look,â You loomed over him. âIâm not a dumb little kid, okay? Donât treat me like one.â
âIâm notââ
âYou are.â You snipped. âI know what I like. I know what I want. Andââ
Robbyâs mouth went dry as you leaned in.
âI heard you. So itâs okay to jerk off to me, but you canât fuck me?â
âI shouldnât haveââ
âDo you wanna know what I was thinking about?â You cooed, soft lips brushing the shell of his ear.
Against his best interest, Robby let a quiet âyesâ fall from his lips.
âI was thinking about this handsome man I met, looked so good on his motorcycleâŠcouldnât wait to run inside and touch myselfâŠâ You hummed, teasingly nibbling his earlobe, relishing in the low groan and tightening grip on your waist. âThought about those strong, thick, long fingers in me, but I couldnât reach. Hurt so bad, no matter what I did, it wasnât gonna compare.â
You fake pouted with a sniffle, really selling the scene as you gripped Robbyâs boxers. âButâŠI knew my sweet neighbor would be able to help meâŠâ
Before he could protestâhonestly, would Robby even try to pretend anymore?âthe dark checkered patterned fabric was gone and forgotten over the side of the bed. Followed by your breathless, âFuck.â
For the first time since, whatever this was, began, Robbyâs head filled with pride. For all his faults, all his shortcomings, all his failuresâRobby knew his dick wasnât one of them.
âI knew itâd be big,â You mused quietly, fingers curling around the thick length now unrestrained. âYou walk like itâs heavyâbut Jesus Christ.â
The tiniest arrogant smile tugged at his lips, âYeah? YouâŠ.like it?â
Transfixed, greedy eyes soaked everything in. Coarse salt-n-pepper hair kept moderately neat surrounded him, disappearing into a trail beneath his shirt. Thick, heavy in your hand, the pretty deep red tip already weeping clear tears as you slowly twisted your fist. âMhmm. I love it.â
Descending on him again, you smashed your lips back to hisâsloppier, messierâwhile you fully settled your weight in his lap. Robby felt himself short-circuiting in real time. The heat from your core pressing against his cock. The delicious drag of your soaking wet lacy panties brushing against his sensitive tip with each buck of yours against his. And god, your little moans and breathless sighs, leagues away from the pathetic whining youâd given him through the walls.
Robby thanked whatever god was listening that heâd already got one out of the chamber, or he was positive heâd already have embarrassed himself with premature ejaculation.
More focused hands gripped your ass, fingers digging into the fat so hard Robby was sure heâd leave prints behind, he guided your movements. Pacing your desperate grinding into something stable, something more consistent, with more pressure. Robbyâs hips bucked to meet you half-way, pulling at the plush of your ass until the tips of his fingers could poke and prod at your lace-covered-entrance.
âFeel sâgoodâŠâ You panted, brain spiraling between wanting to push back against Robbyâs fingers, or grind down harder against his crotch. The pressure built. Each roll of your hips growing more desperate, more determined as you chased the high youâd failed to give yourself earlier until you were shuddering in Robbyâs lap, cries muffled against his bruised lips, more wetness pooling beneath Robbyâs fingers.
Your quick recovery oozed of your youth, Robby thought. Youâd briefly melted against him, hips still twitching wildly before your mind cleared again and set a new goalâyour fingers inching their way beneath his shirt.
âOff,â You muttered against his lips, voice laced with pure lust, pulling at the hem of his shirt, âTake this off.â
Lips parting with an audible âpopâ as you leaned back, settling comfortably on Robbyâs thick thighs. Curious hands softly brushing the hidden skin while you waited for Robby to make his move.
You could see the insecurity quietly flooding his kind eyes, a million thoughts running wildly in his tortured mind.
I havenât worked out inââŠwell, ever.
I donât exactly eat wellâŠ
Havenât trimmed up in agesâŠ
So much graying haiâ
âHey,â Your soft voice broke Robbyâs racing thoughts, gentle fingers all but petting his beard, drawing his attention back. âI just wanna see you, okay?â
Hesitation slowed Robbyâs movements but he tugged the fabric over his head regardless, disheveling his hair even more than your nimble fingers had managed. Quickly, Robby tried to sooth the messy strands back into place with shaky hands; chin tucked to his chest, unwilling to meet your gaze.
His eyes pinched shut when he heard you draw in a quick breath, mentally preparing for you to clamber off his lap, to apologize for bothering him, and discard whatever minuscule attraction youâd had for this old man.
You took in the newly exposed skin with your bottom lip locked between your teeth. Broad shoulders. Firm biceps hidden beneath a layer of fat. Soft stomach from way to many nights of takeout with no time to cook. The silver hair spanning across his chest, narrowing into the appropriately named happy trail leading to the most perfect cock you could imagine.
âSâhandsome.â
What?
âHuh?â Robbyâs eyes snapped open, unable to stop the confused sound flying from his mouth. He barely glanced down at his own bare chest before locking his eyes on you. Prettiest fucking sight Robbyâd seen in a long timeâhair an absolute mess, face flushed, lips swollen and chin all pink from rubbing against his beard, pupils blown outâand you thought this worn down body was handsome? âReally?â
âMhm, yâlook like a real man, not a little surfer boy.â You grinned at his dumbfounded face, shuffling awkwardly in his lap to discard your ruined. Relishing in the way Robbyâs eyes followed your every movement, until your bare pussy settled against his cock. âSoâŠare you gonna fuck me now? Or should I go back down to the beach?â
Who needs morals? Robby conceded, arms locking around your waist and slamming you into the bed as he claimed his position above you. Robbyâs shaky hand grasped his own length, swiping the weeping head through your folds, collecting the wetness before notching his tip at your entrance.
Heart racing, he paused long enough to meet your eyes, a single arched brow as if to ask âare you sure?â You cheekily pushed your hips up in reply.
Fuck it.
Robby swore lowly as he pressed on, fat tip slowly splitting you open as he sunk into your wet heat. As much as he wanted to pinch his eyes shut, trying not to cum immediately, Robby refused to miss even a second of your reactionâhypnotized by the way your mouth dropped open in pleasure, the tiniest, breathless moans spilling from sinful lips as your eyebrows scrunched.
âOh my godââ You cried, legs falling open, trying to make room for Robbyâs heavy form, hands flying to clutch at his neck. âFuck!â
âFuckinâ perfectââ Robbyâs grunts, rocking his hips, forcing another few inches in you. âMost perfect pussy Iâve ever seenâŠâ
You preened at his words, tugging him closer impatiently, âSâbig, more, please, I need more!â
Robby damn near folded himself over you, forearms caged in either side of your head, his hips flush against yours, every throbbing inch buried in your core.
Heaven. Robbyâs mind corrected. This is Heaven.
He tried to still himself, let you adjust to the thickness that he could see bulging your stomach when Robby peaked downwards, unable to resist the drawl of seeing himself buried to the hilt.
He tried.
But your restless squirming, trying your best to buck your hips from your pinned positionâwho was Robby to deny you?
He didnât have the staminaâor the joints, for that matterâto be fast, but he could do hard.
Withdrawing barely half-way, Robby slid back home with a firm, harsh thrust. A dull slap! of skin echoed in the air, along with your delighted moan.
âLike that, baby?â Robby fished for praise, like a dog begging for scraps. âFeel good?â
âYes!â
A satisfied smile curled itâs way on Robbyâs lips, feeling more sure of himself with each moan you repaid him with. He seized one leg, pinning it over his forearm and spreading you open.
Bodies crashed into each other so harshly Robby was certain you wouldnât be walking the next day. But the way you shouted in pleasureâuntil he shoved a sweaty palm over your mouth, Robby wasnât about to get a noise complaintâhe bet that was your end goal anyways.
Robby could feel your peak coming before your muffled pleading alerted him to itâhe could see your stomach flexing. Feel your insides tightening, strangling his cock and making it that much harder to withdraw. Forcing Robby to switch to short, sharp thrusts that hammered away at that spongey spot that had you drooling beneath his palm, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your spasming dragged Robby to his own release. Groaning deep and low, Robby swore breathlessly as he spilled for the second time tonight.
Satiated, Robby collapsed, squishing you beneath his weightânot that you seemed to mindâburying his nose against your temple while you pressed mindless kisses to whatever skin you could reach. Once he could breathe again, Robby gently rearranged you both. Settling back against the pillows, you tucked into his side, contently playing with his chest hairs.
âThank you.â The words spilled from his lips before he could stop, barely above a whisper.
You blinked up him curiously. âFor?â
âThatâsâŠâ Robby swallowed. âThatâs the most normal Iâve felt inâgod I donât even knowâa while.â
ââŠGot a lot of stress back home?â
âYou donât know the half of it.â Robby snorted, a tired, sad sound. âSort of comes with the territory though, justâŠsometimes itâs too much.â
âJob?â
âIâm a doctor.â Robby nodded to himself, like he needed to confirm the thought. âChief attending.â
âImpressive.â You gave a small smile. âBig man in charge, huh?â
âYeahâŠmeans it all falls on me.â Robby whispered. âAll the good, and the badâmostly badâI have to carry it all.â
âIs thatâŠwhy youâre here?â You questioned. âToo much to handle, needed some off time?â
âI wasnât even supposed to be here.â Robby shook his head, âI was supposed toâa friend convinced me to change destinations last minute, said itâd be better for me.â
âWas it?â
Robby glanced down at you curled into his side.
âYeah,â He smiled softly. âIt was.â
The PTMC loomed larger than life over Robby as he watched a sea of people flowing in and out from a safe distance, on the other side of the street. For the first time, in a long time, Robby felt light as air. Like a weight he didnât know he was being crushed under had lifted. And for a moment, however brief, Robby thought, âWhatever happens in there, whatever chaos, I feel alright. Iâm okay.â Shaking off the nervous of his first day back, he hiked his pack higher on his shoulder, and crossed into the threshold.
The place was the same as heâd left itâshort staffed, short on beds, ridiculous wait timesâbut Robby felt different this time.
Dana was the first to spot him, as he approached the nursesâ desk.
âWell, look who returned!â Cheerful, boisterous, welcoming as if he never left. âLook at you, didâya get a face lift while you were gone!â
Robby could feel the heat spreading up his neck as he laughed, ignoring the comment to hug the nurse.
âIâll ignore the implications that I looked like shit before I left, but thank you.â Robbyâs eyes bouncing around, looking for someone. âWhereâs Abbot?â
âOh, yâknow, the usual.â Dana patted his chest in parting, glancing at the patient lists. âGettinâ some air, should be down for rounds soon. So, how was the vacation? Whereâd you, whatâd you do?â
âIâll give you all the gorey details later, Iâm just gonnaââ Robby started backwards, pointing upwards. âGonna go find him.â
âIâm countinâ on it!â Dana shouted at his retreating back.
Robby took the stairs, two at a time, despite the protest in his knees, until he flung the door to the roof open.
âWeâve got to stop meeting like this, man.â Robby called out, approaching Abbotâs back. âMy knees canât handle the climb.â
âDidnât take my advice for yoga while you were gone, then, did you?â
âI didnât feel like joining the neighborhoodâs watch list.â Robby shook his head. âGot up to enough trouble as it was, didnât wanna add nude yoga to the roster.â
âI never said it had to be nude.â Abbot countered, ducking under the boarder wires to join Robby. He gave Robby a once over. âWell, you came back with all your limbs, thatâs good. I donât think Iâd like to share the âcool doctor missing a limbâ title just yet.â
âGot a tan.â Robby offered, âThe sun was nice, I really owe youâŠfor getting me to change local.â
âNo problem.â Abbot shrugged, not trying to take any credit in Robby deciding his life was worth living with a little push, âSome color will do you good, for a while the students were saying you werenât really the attending, just haunting the hos ââ
âKissed a girl, too.â Robby threw out quickly, relishing in the the humor dropped from Abbots face as the words washed over him.
âShit, brother, good for you.â Abbot laughed, smacking his hand down on Robbyâs shoulder. âYou gonna tell me, or do I gotta force it outta you?â
Robby nodding, laughing with his friend while reminiscing on his time with you, âOh, Iâll tell you everything. Drinks tonight? I donât think youâll believe me soberâŠâ