by Emma Knox
I entrapped it like a gift and hoovered his tongue until he got excited and flipped me onto the bed with us still connected by the tongue swirling. Robbie laid on top and I pressed his body against me: feeling his boxers in the same area that was bare skinned for me. I ran my hands down his bare back and stopped on both rumps. I let the back-strap of his boxer’s slap against his cheeks.
I did that a few times and he sniggered: which stopped the kissing, but forced me to bring back those lips – but Robbie suddenly sprang up; departed his legs like an opening door across the width of my waist and arms — and crawled to a point where his bulge hung above me. I took Robbie’s boxers right off and I watched how it slid from his hips right down to his feet.
When they were off, Robbie came back on top, and I inclined to the correct sucking zone and was taking a whole heap of Robbie which, he was grateful for. I proceeded with no delays and kept levitating my eyes to see his enjoyment levels.
Hitting the spot was getting me frisky because Robbie was containing himself and that turned me on. I wanted him to let loose and grab me for the sake of him not cuming! But he controlled it all the way and his stiffy stayed still whilst I removed my mouth and he flipped around for me to insert my tongue into that pot-hole.
I had to give myself some satisfaction while Robbie found a way to help my tongue go deeper. “Ah…ah…ah…ah.” That was all Robbie was saying, and it was a number one record! “Your tongue’s going real deep.”
And I tried to go all the way in! But there was only so far that I could reach. So, I decided to really eat Robbie whole which rhymed with hole; and it did the job because he was bending forward and trying to make a clean escape with his rump forcing me into a back-up!
But I mowed his stick from the front and this made him squeal out in delight. I was already hard so there was no need for him to turn around and give me pleasure. I was ramped to force him down; have him open his legs into open winged position and placed my hand on the outside of his knees. I had him spread wide enough for me to give a little self-service as I watched Robbie attend to the suction fist on his stiffy. I reached out for some lube and applied plenty to my piece before insertion. When entry was gold, I found myself holding onto one of his ankles with an in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out thrust movement that I didn’t stop.
I decreased the speed though, and felt my entire body doing the smoothest wavey-worm as my back bent over and I got closer to Robbie. He tried to kiss me, but I gently pressed him back down and let him see my hips gyrating like a fox entering a hole. Only my penis was prattling inside and not leaving.
Robbie kept grimacing with pleasure, and I was contemplating whether I should go the next mile and press down his inner thigh into the duvet. The more excited we got, the more Robbie elevated his legs which ended up reaching the side of his head, he was flexible. I continued to dig-right-in as I got sweaty and had to wipe my brow when I felt Robbie’s whole body was breaking out into a steamy perspiration.
Robbie squeezed my forearm and kept it there while we stared at each other with the penetration communicating more than we could as I fought to keep my breath and stamina! Robbie eye-fucked me, and I was mounting to a pace that was no faster than a normal handclap. I reduced the slow waves, and Robbie’s rubbing was becoming quicker than I could keep account of.
“I think…” his whole face was pinker than my tongue that kept slipping out accidently. “I think I’m coming!”
Well, I helped Robbie with that and removed his hand; stopping the penetration flow; and placed my mouth on his rod which electrified and caused both his legs to quake me into a suck-a -thon-of-rapidity! Robbie came with the showers of silver, and I once again had the best sex of my life!
I didn’t say much the next morning. I wanted the night before to do the talking. Robbie slept soundlessly but for me, I had too much on my mind and was up — headed out the door — hopped upon my cruiser and fled. But I would be back in time for when he awoke. What I ran from was the overpowering odour of Robbie after we had finished.
The sweaty scent of sex filled the room, but it was accompanied by a slight slip-up: a reminder that he was carrying my baby. It spooked me, but because I had worn him out he didn’t sense my reluctance to huddle next to him.
I was glad Robbie fell asleep soon after, because all I did was watch his chest rise to the ceiling and then come back down. I even attempted to put my palm on his stomach…but it just hovered directly above, and I would need assistance in helping it touch his navel. My arm got tired and I retracted back before lying down next to him with my eyes wider than eggs. But sleep never came and I got fed up.
On my cruiser the responsibility left the more miles I touched. It was the breaking of a steel chain and I started to lose myself. I wanted to stop, but I kept on going. It was a strange thing, for me to now lose myself the further I departed from Robbie. What used to make sense was me losing myself because I was with Robbie. I tried to brush it off, but at a certain point I could no longer run-away from that baby. I was an Alpha. And my instincts told me that I should do better by that kid.
I had no reason to think of myself as being a bad future father. I came close to that same lake we had stopped at the night before. And in the early hours it was still majestic to see. I wished I could take a boat and journey to those mountains but there was no boat for hire open. So, I just got off my bike again, but stayed seated until enough time passed, and I headed back to Robbie’s, who was still fast asleep when I got there.
I helped myself to some small legs of chicken and warmed them up in the microwave. I heard some popping explosions going on and thought I should call the army…but it turned out that chicken, like an egg if you don’t slice it, explodes! It tasted a little rubbery afterwards, but I was hungry, and anything would suit me.
My instincts were tied with my hunger as I bit into chunks of the chicken leg. I left only bones and still felt like I could do with some more. More-more-more was how I wanted to be. More time to decide. More time to find a way out of this. And more time to fall for Robbie. But the actuality was that I realized I didn’t want a way out, my decision was made up, and that was leading to me falling for Robbie and the unborn kid. I couldn’t push that reject button.
I put that plate in the sink and I’m sure I heard movements come directly from Robbie’s room. So, I went up to peek and saw that he was soundlessly asleep. But before I closed the door, Robbie’s head popped up and he jumped out of bed. He began to straighten the bed, fluffing the pillows and things.
Chapter 11
Robbie
Sean needed to learn that he moved liked clunked metal, and when he had gotten up to leave, I was aware. He had such an intense glare, but was easy to fool in so many ways. Sean felt I had fallen asleep, but I was waiting to see what he would do. I knew he had his mind on the child and it kept him from coming close to me.
The whole night he was distant and awake. And I only pretended to sleep because I was unsure if this would be it for me with Sean. I nearly started to hyperventilate as Sean’s anxiety started to spread its toxins and stirred the baby. I was sure it knew that its father to be was struggling with demons of responsibility.
I didn’t have any more fight left in me. The date had gone well. The sex was electrifying with my reached climax, and we had grown closer from it. There was a bridge repaired between us. So, what more could he bloody want now? This is what scared me about Sean. He just raked the leaves, but to what point would they form into a pile? I felt both confused and aroused by his up-and-leave persona, but when it came down to it, I had no choice but to accept that his ways weren’t going to change.
Sean left…and I stirred just before he closed the door and stampeded down my stairs. His idea of quiet sucked. But I told myself that was it, he wasn’t coming back this time and there was nothing more I can do. I literally gave that pep talk and slumbered to sleep, only to wake up again and here the tap going downstairs and activity in the living room.
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nbsp; It was Sean! And I leaped out of my bed and ran to open my room door; but stopped and gave a quick peek— but ended up smelling the strong smell of heated chicken that he must’ve overcooked. That smell triggered me all the way to the bathroom and I stood above the toilet seat, but no flooding came out the pipe. I had to be sure, so I gave it a few more seconds and then went back to my room: tiptoeing and then got back into bed.
I changed my mind about falling back to sleep, and that’s when Sean came back up.
“Are you going somewhere, Robbie?” Sean came further in, but left my room door open.
“After I fix my bed I’m going to be leaving.”
“Do you want me to—”
“No. No. Let me fix it. I’m not incompetent. I can still use my hands.”
“After how you used them last night I was unsure.”
“It was good. You can be proud, Sean.”
“Oh, I am! But so, should you.”
“I’m all smiles. I just wasn’t sure what I would find the next day—”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“How did you know I was referring to you?”
“What else could you mean?”
“I could mean many things. And it doesn’t have to always be about you.”
“Hey—”
I answered with a short tempered, “What?”
“Are you going through symptoms again? Of course, it’s not all about me. I was just suggesting—”
“That it was basically about you!”
Sean held his mouth open with no reply.
“This happens to be a special day for me. Well it’s a regular thing I do, but…it takes a big chunk out of my day. I’ll be starving after it internally.” I carried on fluffing the pillows and Sean came over to take one off me, but I tugged it back. “I said I’ll do it!”
“Ok!” There should’ve been a chill-out coming from his reaction. “You have something to do today and it’s obviously very important for you. I’m want to be there.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah!”
“Hold that side of the duvet for me and let me just straighten it, Sean.” I flung it up high and it settled onto the bed like a falling leaf. Sean flattened one end and I did the other. Sean wouldn’t be too dire in terms of chores. I grabbed some clothes from my cupboard and walked past Sean to head to the bathroom.
When I got back with my navy-blue fleece, Sean had jumped up from the bed in a fright and straightened it down again. “I was just relaxing a little.”
“And you didn’t have to stop. You can stay here it’s no problem.”
“Na I want to join you. I’d only be in and out of your home and that’s not productive for me.”
“Ok.”
“Where will we be going though?”
I ignored Sean because that was my business. “You might want to wear something a little warmer than that. Did you really go out there with no jacket?”
“I told you I don’t feel the cold.”
“Well for my sake, please wear a jacket and let’s go. You’re making me shiver-me-timbers by just glaring at you!”
“Then don’t look!”
Sean had no sense of what the cold could inflict, even if his immune system and body temperature was better than half the Alaskans over twenty-five. It was a mission to get Sean out of his stubbornness, so when he did get in that long-sleeved jacket I was waiting for him in my car with my window wound down.
“Do you want to take my bike?”
“I think it’s best that I take the Peugeot.”
Sean walked around to the passenger door and got in.
“Don’t you feel a little warmer?”
“I’m probably going to take this off when we get to where we need to. Provided it isn’t going to be colder?”
Sean was digging with that question, but I wasn’t prepared to answer, so I put the car into neutral and got that ignition ready with my key. I never parked inside my garage because it was packed with boxes from… I didn’t need to think of that now as I reversed down the drive and came upon the road.
I had to make a stop for gas and Sean offered to pay with his card that he hung out the window for me as I secured the nozzle into the gas port. “Least I can do.”
“Put your card away Sean. I’ll pay for this.”
“No.” Sean came out the car. “If I say I want to pay for you gas, then please give me the pleasure of doing that? It’s not a hindrance for me. I’m good to go with the cash flow.”
“I’ve never been comfortable with accepting money from others. Even—”
Sean went over to the pay with his debit. “How much are you putting in?”
“You just can’t take no for an answer can you! I tell you I’m fine to pay for the gas and you’re now over there keying in the amount. I won’t let you know how much—”
But Sean called back, “I paid for twenty.” Then he went back into the car and waited until my Peugeot hit the twenty margin and cut-off. “See, wasn’t a problem.”
I shut the door and Sean gave me a satisfied smirk that didn’t improve my disposition. “Thanks.” And I found thanks wasn’t an easy word to execute. “That’s more than enough for where I need to get to.”
“How many miles are we talking?”
“You’re a man who likes surprises, Sean. And I reckon you have a good mapping in that head of yours.”
Sean tried to play innocent. “Can I get the meaning of that?”
“If I told you how many miles you’d probably work out where I was headed.”
“You can trust me. That’s all I want you to do.”
“I trust you, Sean. But this is how I like to deal with things: on my own. But you being here is a nice addition to my common terminus.”
And that terminus rode on-and-on-and-on with Sean skimming the radio for some decent music without the advertisements. “I can’t find anything decent. All they ever play is repeats.” Sean got tired of tuning the radio and found the open road more pleasurable. “I’m not used to being in the passenger seat.”
“I’m not used to driving another man to this location.”
“We can’t be heading to Canada because that would take almost thirty-eight hours and is over one thousand miles.”
“It’s in Fairbanks, I’ll give you that much.”
“And do you often make this trip?”
“As much as I can spare, yeah.”
I’d lost count on how many times I’d been back and forth to Fairbanks in the past year, and it never got any easier. When that line crossed, and Juneau was no more, I felt that tumbleweed blow across my vision. And it would keep on going until I reached that destination and got out my car.
But I wasn’t going to Fairbanks. It was closer to Haines because that’s where it happened. That’s where my I would be ringing the bus bell.
“You’re not going to Fairbanks, are you?”
“It’s in that direction so you should be content with that.”
“I’m not going to ask you anymore, Robbie.” Sean drowsily sulked, but it didn’t sway my decision to keep this close to my heart.
“You’ll see when we get there, Sean. Lay back and sleep and I’ll wake you when we reach our destination. I can tell that you’re tired.”
As Sean slept and I waited to board the Juneau ferry to Haines, I reminisced back to why this lengthy five-hour trip was so important to me.
“You said you had word for me, Terry?”
Terry was the leader of the Rushown leopards and took refuge in a lodge by a nearby creek just on the edge of Juneau. It was the perfect retreat to gain quick access to the Juneau ferry for other members. And I was often aiding any expeditions that the Rushown leopards would be undertaking.
The plan was to visit Haines and have a word with a rival pack about peace. The Rushown leopards were new on the map and wanted to freely move from Haines to Juneau without any hiccups that plagued their travels. It was risky, and the bitterness started all because
Terry’s older brother Floyd had an ego that could melt an igloo.
And Boris, who lived in Haines, only suggested that the leopards and the alchipas: a rare leopard with the whitest of fur and yellow spots – and also Boris’s pack, would be free to mate and mingle with one another. But Floyd found this blasphemous and laughed him into a dispute that made the whole affair a bastard without a father.
It was discrimination and carried on for two years bringing plenty of casualties with it. Terry was hoping to change that. “I just wanted to see your face before it all kicked off tonight.”
“We’ve got at least five hours until the rest of them come.”
“And each time I’m unsure if I’ll come back or not with them. How long have we been soul-bonded for?”
Terry had always tasked me with the bookkeeping and paperwork that needed to be done whenever pack members would be crossing over. Most of the pack wanted to live in Haines because of its remote stance and room for opportunity. I had all their bank account details, referees on call for references, payment plan decisions, credit score, and everything else when they would enquire about housing.
“We’ve been soul-bonded for three years now, Terry. Why do you always ask me this a few hours before boarding that ferry?”
“I like to remind myself of how happy it is to come back and find you here.”
I was stroppy with Terry that evening and I had no reason to be. It was just the glitches in my personality that would need tweaking when dealing with him and the pack. It was a different Terry in the building when he became the all superior Alpha male. At home, with me and Lucas, he was a torch that lit the way.
But here, in this rented creek lodge, he was a melancholic and predicting iris that saw nothing positive from crossing over. And it made me painfully uncomfortable to hear him negative all the time with no timeout. I never wanted to paint a sordid picture of loss. But he prepared me each time for the worst outcome.
