Robby’s Bunny

"You fucking liar!"

Robby frowns, pressing his ear up against the bedroom door. You'd excused yourself shortly after finishing lunch, taking the call from one of your friends back home in his bedroom. His hand is on the doorknob, about to ask you what's wrong when he stops.

"You told me that when you let Johnny…in the backdoor it helped you with your urges but it didn't. If anything it's worse. I just keep thinking about what it would feel like in-inside me."

He chuckles, waiting on his side of the door. Over the past few months you've gotten a little more confident in the bedroom, but you still have trouble expressing your needs. He thinks it's cute and a part of him hopes you'll always stay a little shy.

"No! I'm finishing," he wishes he could hear the other side of the conversation, but your exasperated yells are just as amusing, "But he said he doesn't want to ruin my virtue for my future husband. But the more he does it the more I just feel…feel empty."

He barely hears that last part, whispered in embarrassment, but it fills him with vindication anyways. He already has his appointment with the jewelers booked anyway.

He raises his fist, rapping on the door a few times and giving you a minute to finish your conversation before turning the knob and pushing through. You rush your goodbyes and hang up the phone, looking down at the floor like you've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

"Everything alright, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," you say with a sweet smile, "Just catching up with Kathy."

"Kathy? That's the one your parents told you to stay away from right?"

"She's really nice," you say with wide eyes, chewing on your bottom lip, "They just found out that she lost her virginity when we were 14 and didn't want me to follow her."

"You don't have to defend yourself to me, kid," Robby chuckles, coming to sit on the bed, pulling you in between his thighs.

You're wearing one of your matching pajama sets he's come to grow fond of. It's pink with thin straps and a bow that ties under your breasts with shorts to match. Your hands land on either side of his head, scratching at the skin under his beard.

"Did she have sex sex, or holy sex," he jests, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Sex sex," you respond, "But only with the first guy because she thought they were going to get married. But he dumped her when he went to university. After that it was only…her butt from then on until she got married."

"Ah," he nods. He thinks it's silly, sex is sex - if anything this is worse - but he's had trouble with women getting nervous about seeing his size and slamming the back door shut (one time the front door too).

Call him a pervert if you want, but he's been given the opportunity to mold you the way he sees fit, and he's going to take it.

"What were you talking about?" he asks, pulling you closer as if he hadn't heard most of the conversation.

"Nothing," you murmur, bending down to kiss him. Just as you're about to touch his lips, he pulls away.

"Nothing? You didn't tell her anything about feeling empty," his hands grip your ass, massaging circles into your cheeks. He pulls you into his lap.

You groan, hiding your face in his neck, "You heard all that?"

"Just the last bit, kid," Robby hates this particular set. The bow is a lie. When he pulls it, none of the fabric falls away. And yet he falls for it every time, "Why aren't you telling me things?"

"You'll make fun of me."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because every time I ask you to-to make love to me you say that I have to wait for my husband."

"I'm just following your wishes, baby."

You lift your head up, looking at him with a pout, "I changed my mind, Michael."

"You don't know what you want, sweetheart, " he leans forward, pecking you on the lips, "You're doing the right thing. Your future husband will thank you."

He toys with the ring finger on your left hand.

"But if what we're doing isn't enough there are other things we can try."

"Micheal!" you yelp as he rips your sleep top in his hands. The torn fabric falling off your body.

"I'll get you a new one, kid."

*****

He's got you bent over, that pretty ass of yours perched on top of your legs as his hands hold your hips still. The skin between your cheeks is starting get irritated from his beard but you haven't told him to stop.

"Mich-uhh," the last part of his name dissolves into a hiccup. It's music to his ears.

He groans as he laps at your hole. You keep squirming in his grasp, but he keeps his grip strong. His only complaint is that he can't see the way ears stream down your face like this, but he keeps going and circles the rim of your ass once more.

"Feel good, princess?" he asks, dipping his thumb in your hole, "Use your words."

"Mhm," you groan, nodding against your pillow, "St-still want you to make love to me, though."

Robby wasn't one to eavesdrop on the nurse's gossip but he can't help it this time. He's been drawn to you ever since you'd introduce yourself to Dana as the new grad hire.

"So," Princess is using her 'gossip voice' which Robby usually ignores. But this time you're sitting across from her, so he leans back in his chair trying not to be too obvious as he strains his ear, "Boyfriend? Girlfriend?"

"Oh no," you shake your head, embarassed, "No. Just me."

"Talking to anyone? There's this one ICU nurse upstairs. He's about your age - handsome, single. I've got a friend up there, I can get you in touch."

"That's nice but I'm okay," you say with a sweet smile, I just moved out here I'm not really looking to get into a relationship right away.

"Got someone waiting for you back home?"

"No," you giggle, "My parents were strict. I never really dated so now that I'm on my own I wanna kind of take my time and figure that part out. Find the love of my life and all that."

Robby chuckles, sliding his chair back to his keyboard.

We'll see about that.

******

Robby smirks against your lips. He pulls you closer to him, before descending slowly onto the couch, pulling you on top of him. You let out a small yelp as you fall forward, landing squarely on his lap. You're a little stiff but he's expecting as much.

He'd pulled out his signature dish - apple and brie slices drizzled with just a little bit of honey to snack on while he sears the rib-eye stakes and pours you a glass, or two, of wine. Converesation had flowed easily despite the substantial age gap.

Now he's reaching running his hands along your thighs, rubbing circles on your thighs. Slowly, you start to loosen up, putting your hands on his face, your nails scratiching lightly in his beard. His hands move up to your hips, pulling you down on his crotch. He trails kisses down your neck so he can hear those heavenly little noises.

He reaches up between your shoulder blades to toy with the zipper of that cute white sundress you're wearing. He only pulls it down one or two notches before you pull away.

"Um, Robby I have to tell you something," you say nervously, not quite meeting his gaze.

"Anything, sweetheart."

"I-uh - I'm a virgin," you say sheepishly, biting your lip nervously.

Robby's man enough to admit, his cock twitches by his thigh, "I know, honey."

Your brow furrows, "How did you…"

"I overheard you talking to Princess, you should be careful 'bout where you gossip, kid," he chuckles, leaning up to kiss you again, "Don't worry, baby, I'll be gentle."

Your hand on his chest stops him.

"One other thing."

"Mhm."

"I'm saving myself for marriage."

That gets Robby's attention.

"But you came over tonight?"

Your brows scrunch togther, "What does that mean?"

"When a man invites you over to his house, offers to cook for you, he's usually expecting a little thank you afterwards," he puts his hands back on your thighs, rubbing circles on the soft skin with his thumbs, "And by accepting his offer you're promising to give him that thank you."

Tears well up in the corner of your eye, "I don't - I didn't mean-"

"It's okay, honey you didn't know," Robby's lips quirk up in the corners, "But we've got a problem now."

You wipe the tear that rolls down your face with a sniffle, "What problem?"

"You're so smart, honey," his hands creep up higher, sliding the fabric of the dress higher. You look down, watching him expose more of your dark skin but make no move to stop him, "So beautiful too. Drives an old man like me crazy."

He grabs your wrist, gently guiding your hand over to the growing buldge in his jeans. Your fingers flex hesitantly around him.

"See what you do to me, honey? This is all for you," he groans as your fingers wrap around him with more confidence this time, "Feel that? Just aching for you pretty girl."

His other hand slips under your dress. He can feel the heat of your pussy throbbing through the fabric of your panties. He'd bet good money on them being some cute colour, pink or purple maybe - probably with a bow on the front.

"I-I'm sorry," you're a little breathless, but you still haven't shoved him off you, "B-but I'm not that kind of girl."

"I'm sure there's something else we can figure out, honey."

Which is how you end up upstairs, naked in his bed. He was right - your panties were adorable, pink with strawberries printed on them with a lace trim and a bow to complete the look. He was surprised by how cheeky they were. Good to know for when he takes you shopping later.

He's holding his cock in one hand, rubbing it along the the tight ring of your ass, watching you bite your lip in anticipation. He's just about to push in when your nails dig into his forearm, stopping him. He took his time stretching you on his fingers, making sure he was using enough lube - it was your first time after all.

"Wait- Robby - wait," you look at him with wide eyes, "M-maybe, you s-should put it in my…my…"

"Your what, honey?" he angles his cock up sliding his cock through your folds revelling in the way you shiver when the head of his dick rubs against your clit, "Your pussy? Premarital sex is a sin, right? I don't want to be the reason you go to hell, honey."

He groans as he pushes in for the first time. Your tight heat wraps around him while he sinks in. You gasp, back arching off the bed pushing your sweet tits against his chest. He dips his head down pressing his lips to yours, capturing all your noises with his mouth.

"Feel good, honey?"

He's peppering kisses all over your face trying to soothe the sting.

"S'alot," you slur. Your tits are heaving with more exertion, with each inch.

"I know, baby," he coos, "I'm not too certain on the rules, honey. Can I touch your pussy or no?"

"Please," you sob, digging your nails in his back, pulling him closer, "Feels good. But I need more, Robby. Please."

"Oh c'mon honey," Robby chuckles when he gets his thumb on your clit and your hips buck up towards him, "Think you can call me Michael now."

*****