GYDA

by the time you’ve both decided to stub out what’s left, you’re staring at him with those eyes that he can only describe as trouble. when your lips meet again, you taste like weed mixing with something distinctly syrupy that bobby is very familiar with. it’s shameful how quick innocent, messy kisses become tongues gliding over one another and drool on your chin. neither of you seem to care. you’re rolling your hips against his desperately and sucking on his tongue like it’s your favorite treat when you’re stoned.

you gasp into his mouth, and he immediately knows what that sound means. his hands finds your waist, pulling your against him and pressing you down, until your warmth is flush against the hard outline of his cock through layers of cotton and denim. a small sound falls from your lips, airy but thick with lust that you can’t swallow down.

“you feel that? you feel what you’re doing t’me?” he whines, his hips lifting off the couch to meet the way he’s guiding you to move. you can only manage a gasp as he speaks. he tilts his head up— his noses nudges your jawline, lips brushing over your cheek on the way to murmur over your ear, “‘s because you’re sitting on top of me, looking all pretty and feeling so soft ... and you’re high out of your fuckin’ mind, aren’t you?”

“bobby—” you force out.

your hands reach for his belt just as his own move to pop open the button on your shorts. his fingers pull down your zipper easy, you barely blink before you’re in a tangle of limbs and the denim is tossed aside. he hooks his digits into your panties next, yanking them to the side while your own hand dips into his boxers. your fingers wrap around his shaft like they have so many times before. gentle and soft and just enough to have him growling low in his throat. you start to pump him, your smooth palm soothing the way he throbs the smallest bit as you free him from the cotton confines.

“don’t even need me to get you ready, huh?” he coos as his fingers glide over your needy cunt, circling your clit a few times to hear the sweet sound that escapes you. he feels your throat vibrate as he presses his lips there. his touches do nothing to settle the ache in you— you flutter around nothing, and he huffs out a laugh, “god, baby. she’s drooling for me— i could slip right in.”

“shut up,” you bark despite your breathy, broken voice. you sit up on your knees with clumsy movements, “you’re talkin’ way too much.”

“bold for someone who’s gonna be losing it on my dick in a minute,”

before he can say anything else, he’s groaning. the sound rumbles in his chest, his mouth falls open as his hands move to pathetically grab at your hips and help you sink yourself down onto him frantically.

you barely give yourself time to adjust.

you start lifting yourself up only to drop back down— you’re taking what you want, even if it hurts a little. you ball up his shirt in your hands and everything blends together as you watch bobby’s eyes roll back through half-lidded vision. his grip slip downwards, groping your ass and trying to get any kind of control he can, but it’s futile when his brain is liquifying in his skill. his fingers sink into your plush cheeks, using his grip to pull you closer and successfully force your hips to grind against his. he’s grunting and panting into your chest, unintentionally subduing his sounds with the fabric of your tee and the fullness of your covered breasts in his face.

“oh, fuck— fuck, baby— so fuckin’ good,” he babbles out, only for your hand to grip his jaw, fingers rubbing over the stubble on his chin before pressing past his lips and eliciting a filthy moan from him as the pads of your delicate fingers press down on his tongue. a dazed giggle crawls up your throat at the sight of him and he nearly cums right then.

the silk of your cunt flutters around him, and he knows you’re right on the edge. he can feel it as you milk him, as your thighs tense up and those sounds of yours become more pitched. he watches as your eyes close, your lashes fanning over your cheeks beautifully. it drives him to hold onto you tighter, to guide your movements with heavier hands, bringing you to rock against him in a feverish grind that has you both losing your composure in a matter of minutes.

your lips press against his jawline as you both cum, mewling in response to the groans of his that are muffled around your trembling fingers.

“holy fuck…” bobby chokes out once they fall free from his mouth and glisten with his spit, boneless under you as you fall into him and rest on his chest in the midst of the aftershocks— a moment passes, full of heavy breathing and suddenly broken by the sound of his raspy drawl.