#loverwrites

“you got your hands full with that one, huh?”

the rodeo bar is loud, not because of the music. no, it’s the screams cheering you on.

jack scoffs at robby’s words, “you have no idea, brother.”

denim shorts that leave little left to imagine ride up your thighs with every roll of your hips.

one hand on the fake bull’s neck and the other swings the cowboy hat that jack stole in the air. your hand does little to keep you on the bull, instead your thighs do all the work.

cheers erupt from the crowd when they see your hips roll faster as the bull moves unpredictably.

in a weak attempt to make you fall, the bull spins. this time giving the men a look down your shirt.

despite the spinning, you manage to adjust yourself. with your upper body loose, you follow the bull’s manic movements.

placing the cowboy hat back on your head, you cheer along with the crowd. securing yourself thighs around the bull you throw your hands in the air with a bright smile.

the action causes your shirt to ride up, give both attendings, along with everyone else in the bar a glimpse of your lacy bra.

there’s an undying blush on robby’s cheeks when you unexpectedly fall forward when the bull tilts forward. only you’re not facing the crowd, curtesy of the worker controlling the bull, your ass is.

then a deep groan from jack when your ass shakes, a result of the frenzied bull.

two pairs of eyes feast on the new angel, one familiar with the view, the other thankful for the lights on you so he can see.

it’s subtle, but jack catches the way robby’s hand lands over his crotch as he excuses himself to the bathroom.

just a few seconds after he leaves the loud cheers turn into groans when you fall off the bull.

playfully bowing to your audience, you quickly rush to pull on your matching cowboy boots and walk to a very lonely jack.

“put on quite the show, kid.”

breathless, you ask, “where’s robby?”

your hands wrap around his neck and his hands fall to your waist before falling down to your ass. fingers slip into your back pockets before giving your ass a harsh squeeze. you giggle but quiet down when jack’s lips brush against your ear.

“after that little ride, he needed a restroom break.”

“no!”

jack only smirks at your gasp and shrugs as he sits down.

“can’t blame him,” he sighs, his eyes dropping to his crotch.

the crotch that sports the same erection robby left to take care of. your skin feels hot when you see jack widen his legs, an invitation to sit on his lap.

usually not one for pda, you walk to the man who sits on the weirdly place couch. your back to his chest, and ass on his cock you smile when you hear his next words.

“if you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.”

you laugh at his words turning to face him, “as if i wasn’t already going to, vaquero.”

a hand that was on your waist travels to your jaw and squeezes your cheeks which make your lips pucker. it’s degrading how he forces your head to turn to the view in front of you.

robby stands tall, with a blush on his cheeks.

“hat’s not mine, kid.”

robby’s hands are tucked over his belt buckle, foreshadowing what’s to come. sleeves of his flannel are rolled up that showcase his forearms.

“it’s mine.”

your neck strains when you turn to look at your boyfriend, jack, who’s sitting on a chair in the corner of your shared bedroom. you raise your eyebrows at him, a silent ‘are you sure?’ to which he nods.

jack smirks, “i’m just here to watch.”

mimicking your actions from earlier, your hips roll against robby’s crotch. your denim shorts are long gone and you’re only left with your black thong and robby’s cowboy hat.

“what’s that?” his eyes glued to where you grind against him, clearly distracted.

you only laugh, eyes finding jack’s, and only laugh harder when you see him shake his head.

your knees straddle robby’s denim-covered thighs and it isn’t long until you’re reaching for his belt buckle. the metal clinks when you throw it to the floor, joining the puddle of clothes on the ground.

hooking your fingers on his jeans, you tug the denim down to immediately find a dark patch of hair. with raised eyebrows you find robby hiding yet another blush. you tug until his cock slaps against his belly, twitching already.

“fuck,” is all you say when you take the base of robby’s cock in your hand.

with wide eyes, your other hand wraps around his cock. still, the tip of his cock peaks from your hold, leaking from your new attention.

“he’s huge, jack.”

jack’s eyes fall to your grip on his friend’s cock. from his angle he can see the way the head of robby’s cock stands just below your bellybutton.

“nothing you can’t handle, right kid?”

with a soft ‘uh huh’ you repeatedly drag the tip along your slit to collect some of your wetness and jolt every time he nudges your clit. lining robby’s cock with your entrance, you slowly sink down his cock, taking inch after inch.

robby stretches you wonderfully and jack watches it all.

overwhelmed by the way your pussy spasms around his cock robby’s hands leave your waist and cover his flushed face. a muffled groan fills the room when you envelop him fully, sitting on his cock til the dark hairs brush your clit.

“‘m so full.” the words are filthy when you let them out with a whine.

the doctor beneath you groans loudly, while the one in the corner drops his hand to his crotch, massaging his throbbing cock.

“come on robby, look at her.”

for a man that gives orders all day, he’s surprisingly good at following them.

the hands that covered his face fell to your hips, gripping it painfully tight. a puff of air unexpectedly leaves him when your eyes meet and your hips roll against his. steadily, you start a rhythm, nothing like the bull you rode earlier that night.

no, you’re careful.

more mindful of the fullness in your belly. a fullness that comes from riding your boyfriend’s closest friend and coworker.

your hands that balanced yourself on his hairy chest trailed down his shoulder then to his hands. guiding his hands to your breasts, you give him the confidence to touch you, despite jack’s reassurance the night before.

holding his hands to your tits, you silently beg for more. eyes closing from bliss when he finally gets the hint.

a soft moan of his name escapes your lips when robby’s thumbs at your hardened nipples. rolling your hips faster when he rolls the nubs between his fingers and gently tugs.

“put your mouth on her,” jack groans out.

before you know it, robby’s tongue licks your nipple, then the other. it’s wet when he wraps his mouth around one - like he wants it to be messy. pulling away from your nipple with a ‘pop’ he does the same to the other, all while you bounce on his cock.

“just like that.”

robby expects the words to come out of your mouth, but they come from your boyfriend.

your eyes find jack’s and you whine when you see him, unknowingly grinding yourself harder on robby’s cock.

you watch as the hand that’s wrapped around his wet cock slides up and down, matching your pace. with your eyes on him, he puts on a show.

rising the palm of his hand to his mouth and licking a wet stripe before wrapping around his cock. his eyes threaten to close when his thumbs swipes over the tip of his cock.

“jack-”

“don’t look at me, look at him.”

not strong enough to look away, robby’s hand grips your face and forces you to look at him, similar to the way jack did at the rodeo bar.

“eyes on me.”

you nod so fast the cowboy hat tilts forward.

eyes locked on robby’s, you work on chasing your orgasm. bouncing on his cock until your heart and lungs threaten to give out.

“robby, man, help her out.”

dizzy, you barely register the way robby plants his feet into the mattress and lifts his pelvis. it isn’t until he grips your hips and lifts you up and down his cock that you cry out his name.

with the new angel, his cock is even deeper, hitting that sweet spot - over and over.

“‘m gonna come.”

robby doesn’t stop.

your eyes fall shut so you don’t get to watch the three fingers that slip into his mouth. you have no clue those wet fingers reach between your thighs until they swipe side to side over your clit.

the combination of his cock buried deep inside you and him rubbing your clit has your head falling back, the cowboy hat following suit.

you can feel jack’s stare and it’s enough to make you come.

your nails dig into robby’s shoulders as you come on his cock. walls spasming around his cock have him groaning your name but jack is quick to shut it down.

“not inside.”

robby nods, holding off his orgasm as you use him to ride yours out.

when you’re satisfied, you slide off his cock and kneel on the bed so your mouth hovers over his cock.

with your knees at the edge of the bed, you arch your back and give jack the perfect view of your glistening pussy. almost immediately your ears pick up on his loud moan.

not wanting robby to wait any longer, you wrap your lips around his cock, your hands jerk the rest. with just a few strokes, he’s spilling into your mouth with a groan.

with robby’s cock still in your mouth, you hum in surprise when jack suddenly stands behind you.

you wiggle your hips, an invitation for anything. to which he chuckles at. a hand falls to your waist, while the other grips his cock and lines himself up with your entrance.

“it’s my turn, right, kid?”

you aren’t supposed to be here. so if anything, he’s doing his brothers a favor in making sure you don’t go eavesdropping on their conversation.

if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s your roommate’s.

she’s the one that opened the front door for him and his brothers. she’s the one that forgot to wake you, forgot to let you know the cody’s were using your apartment to hold a meeting.

pope didn’t mean to sit at the edge of your bed, or tug the thin bedsheet off your sleeping body.

the shaky sigh he lets out is a direct result of seeing the way your skin erupts in goosebumps. with you sleeping on your tummy and legs spread apart, the view of your ass is plentiful for him.

your loose sleeping shorts barely cover anything. that’s why he doesn’t feel that bad when he bunches the material to side to get a better look at your pussy.

careful not to wake you, he positions himself so his knees trap your split thighs. it’s enough weight to lock you down, but not enough to pull you out of sleep.

fingers ghost over the skin on the back of your thighs, but you don’t feel it. your ears don’t even hear the material of your shorts being cut with pope’s pocket knife.

hell, you don’t even flinch when rough hands knead the flesh of your ass. squeezing and massaging, pulling your cheeks apart to give him the prettiest view.

his eyes are glued to where your hole almost begs for him. you’re not wet, but the glob of spit that lands perfectly on your pussy helps with that.

he’s less careful as he smears his salvia with his thumb. smearing it so your pussy glistens under the dim light. he’s less careful and it’s obvious.

a soft whine escapes your lips, and that has pope freezing.

his jeans are unbearably tight. his cock straining against his black jeans, an ache he hasn’t felt in what feels like fuckin’ years.

so when you breath evens out and your lips part to let out soft snores, pope is steadily pulling his zipper down.

“pope? where you at, man?”

“upstairs. just finish your shit,” he hisses just loud enough so his brothers hear.

it’s quiet on the other side of the door, so pope assumes he’s clear and has more than enough time to pull out his cock.

licking a wet stripe on the palm of his hand, pope jerks his cock, once then twice. just enough to get him wet and spread the precome that built on the tip of his cock.

with a hiss, pope angles his cock so it sits between your ass checks. if he dips any lower, his precome will mix deliciously with his spit.

a little voice tells him he shouldn’t. hell, his brothers are just down stairs. you’re sleeping and pope knows how much you need your sleep.

his wet thumb rub over the prominent vein of his cock, debating.

a soft hiss escapes his lips when you move slightly. your ass pressed against his cock, an invitation. one he can’t turn down.

“fuck, just the tip,” he whispers to himself. almost like he’s trying to convince himself to not go any further than he already has.

the same thumb that rubbed the vein on his cock, pushed so his cock lines up with your entrance. the hand that isn’t squeezing the flesh of your ass grips the base of his cock.

it’s a tight fit, one he’s never felt because he always starts with a couple fingers.

he can’t even pull his eyes away.

doesn’t want to miss the way your pussy struggles to let him in, even if it’s just the tip. refusing to blink, pope watches the way your pussy stretches to accommodate his thick cock.

with a gentle rock of his hips, he breathes a sigh of relief when your warm walls clench around the mushroom head of his cock. mimicking his sigh, your eyes threaten to open when pope nudges his cock further. a pressure builds between your thighs is nearly enough to pull you away from your sleep.

sensing you’re seconds from waking up, pope pulls away.

he looks down to find his cock twitching against his tummy, then to your pussy, which is a fuckin sight. clenching around nothing, and spitting out the precome that pope already managed to spill inside you.

before he can think, two fingers scoop as much as he can before slipping them inside you. soft lewd noises fill the room as pope slides his fingers inside you. shoving his fingers as deep as he can then pulling away.

using the wetness on his fingers, he coats his cock with it before the tip notches at your opening and dips in. before he can go any deeper, pope pulls out, and lightly smacks his cock on your ass. then goes back to dipping his cock inside you.

it’s a never-ending cycle, a cycle that has pope twitching every time your walls hug the tip of his cock.

with every repeat, your pussy gets slicker. maybe it’s the way his cock leaks inside you, or maybe it’s your body’s way of begging for more.

each shallow thrust has his chest heaving, and every smack has him gripping the base of his cock even tighter.

a particularly firm thrust has your body tensing and your fingers gripping the bedsheets. on the brink of waking up, you let out a soft moan.

“shhh,” pope shushes, his hips never stopping, too occupied with chasing his orgasm.

“go back to sleep.”

with a soft sigh, you listen and pope swears there’s a smile on your face.

you let your body fall into your dreamless sleep and let the man above you spill inside you with a loud groan.

pope’s groan echos through the hallway and reaches the men downstairs. they all share a look. some bothered, the others proud.

“is this his girlfriend’s place?”

all eyes turn to craig who simply nods, “yeah.”

-

maybe it’s because robby’s cock is really big, or maybe you have a hypersensitive gag reflex - hell, maybe it’s both. what’s robby’s medical advice? throat training.

the first few times you fell to your knees and parted your lips, it didn’t last very long... each attempt of taking his cock more than three inches had you pulling away with a wet gasp. he remembers how your spit decorated your chin, how your tears stained your cheeks, and every single time his cock went too deep your body jerked with loud coughs.

your apologies were simply brushed off as robby slipped his hand between your thighs. he whispered soft praises in your ear then promised, we’ll try another time.

only it never worked, he’s too big and your gag reflex is too sensitive, so robby made the decision for the next best thing, practicing on toys.

robby dropped hints here and there. whenever he used your computer he made sure to leave a few tabs open. especially when robby’s search history consisted of suction dildos that varied in sizes, rope ties, ball gags, and blindfolds. he made sure you caught glimpses of his wish list and the email stating his package was on the way.

so it wasn’t really a surprise when robby secured a blindfold around your teary eyes and made you face the wall. before your sight was taken away you caught a glimpse of the wall, two dildos, the second one bigger than the first, suctioned to the wall.

however, a sharp knock at the door has your heart thumping and your arms struggling against the thick rope.

“it’s alright, just a delivery.” robby reassures, gently petting your head. pressing a soft kiss on your head you can only hear him walk out of the bedroom and to the front door.

the pillow beneath your knees helps with the the growing bruises, but that isn’t what bothers you. it’s the voices on the other side of the door.

“robby?”

the voices stop.

seconds later the bedroom door creaks open.

“he needed a signature,” he laughs, “how are the knees?”

“they’re alright,” you sigh, your head tilts when you hear a pair of footsteps.

“who’s there?”

the footsteps stop.

“just me, sweetheart.”

a hand lands on your shoulder making you flinch, “sorry, i didn’t expect you.”

robby guides you to the wall, positioning your mouth over the silicone cock. this model makes it easy to take it in your mouth which makes you relax.

the silicone feels nice on your tongue, not too heavy and doesn’t feel like it’s invading your mouth.

your lips wrap around the lip and sink down, taking as much as you can in your mouth before you pull away and restart the process.

“not too bad, right?”

his words sound far away, as if he’s sitting on your shared bed. no, no, that can’t be right because his hand is caressing your cheek, setting your pace on the toy.

popping your mouth off the toy with a wet noise, “it’s not bad.”

a little tap on your shoulder makes you scoot over to the next toy.

this one is thicker, making your lips stretch and trigger an ache in your jaw. soaking the cock with your spit, you can barely hold down the gag when the tip grazes the back of your throat.

“doing so good for us.”

his words are drowned out by your loud cough when you abruptly pull away. this time there’s drool dripping on your chin, a sign that you might not be able to handle much more.

“next one, sweetheart.”

next one? you swore there were only two.

your mind spins with possibilities, maybe it was the package. although you doubt robby would let you get your mouth anywhere near something he hasn’t prepped. maybe you missed the third.

scooting to the right, you blindly search for the toy with your lips. puckering your lips and sighing softly when you’re met with a toy.

you place kisses on the tip then down the base, a flirty way of measuring the toy.

you take a deep breath when you realize this one is a lot bigger. not a big as robby’s, but a lot thicker.

if your ears weren’t clogged with arousal, you would have heard the shaky sigh above you.

excited, you mentally prepare yourself for the stretch. you part your lips and lick a long stripe on the veiny toy.

your brows raise in surprise when a salty taste hits your tongue. the toy… is so life-like. almost as if-

“open up for jack, sweetheart.”

“Hang on, sweetheart,” he says, his words drown by the water spattering on the shower wall.

Showering together has slowly become the norm in your shared apartment. It’s Robby’s way of decompressing after a shift, a way to feel close to you. Usually, the routine is innocent, ending with Robby’s scalp cleaned and his waist wrapped in a warm towel. But, this shower was anything but.

Cold glass presses against your skin, but it isn’t enough to cool the heat that floods your veins. Bending at the waist, your cheek, similar to your tits, is flushed against the glass. You’re dizzy from the orgasm Robby pulled from you with just two fingers, and the filthy words muffled into your skin.

In your satisfied state, you hardly notice him trying to step out of the walk-in shower. You don’t notice until warm water splashes on your back.

“What? Where are you going?”

You lift yourself off the glass, wiping the condensation and leaving transparent gaps on the glass. You look over your shoulder to find Robby sliding the door open with a sheepish smile.

Immediately, the cold air swarms in, leaving a trail of goosebumps up your arms and legs. And if your nipples weren’t hard before, they are now.

“Gotta piss,” your eyes drop between his legs, “Didn’t get a chance during my shift.”

“Just piss in here.”

The shrugged off words escape you before you can stop them.

Robby flashes his teeth with the laugh he lets out, “Yeah? Where do you want it? On your back?”

Oh fuck.

Maybe it’s the aftershocks of your orgasm, but there’s a heat that grows with the thought of Robby letting go and finally relieving the pressure in his bladder... on you.

He catches the shift.

He sees the way your eyes cloud with lust, and the way your brows twitch with want. As if he can read the filthy thoughts that flood your brain, he slides the foggy door shut.

This time his tone is less playful, it’s deep and has you pushing down a whimper, “Where do you want it, sweetheart?”

Not trusting your voice, you answer by kneeling in front of him. Within seconds, the decorative, bathroom tiles imprint themselves on your knees; however, the view of Robby makes up for the bruising.

Part of you braces for rejection, but it never comes.

Unfortunately, this isn’t a familiar sight. Robby always shoos you away the moment you drop to your knees. With a gentle nudge comes his usual response of a flushed face, nervous laugh, and the infamous promise of ‘next time.’

So when he finally towers over you, it has your head spinning.

“Eyes on me.”

You follow his order before you can let his words sit, and from this angle, Robby’s tall.

Taller than usual.

His round tummy almost blocks the view of his face, but you still catch a glimpse of his dripping beard when he speaks. Trailing your eyes down his belly, you find yourself holding back a moan at the trail of hair that leads to his cock.

The weight on your heels shifts to your knees as you stand as tall as you can. It feels like your heart is beating out of your chest when he raises his brows at you.

He sighs softly, “Wanna hold it for me?”

You nod so hard your head fuckin hurts.

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock. Immediately reacting to your touch, Robby’s cock twitches in your hand. He isn’t hard, instead sporting a semi. He’s heavy in your hand, letting gravity do most of the work as you aim his cock downwards.

You can’t wait and it’s driving Robby crazy. He can see it in your eyes, there’s a glint of excitement. And if your eyes were closed, he’d see it in the way you shift your weight on each knee from pure adrenaline, or maybe you also need to pee.

Maybe you feel the same pressure he feels in his bladder. Maybe you’re holding out on your release so the pressure can build and build and build just like he did. He’d never admit it though.

Will you whine if he presses on your bladder? How long until you beg-?

“Robby.”

Shaking away his thoughts, he continues, “Ready?”

Again, you nod.

A groan dies in his throat at the thought of you joining him, but echoes in the shower in response to your next words. “I want it, please.”

His verbal answer dies in his throat when he feels a second hand wrap around the base of his cock. Curious eyes look at him for a second before they land back on his cock. Carefully, you aim his cock just over your tits as you wait.

So immersed with Robby’s cock, you can only moan when his piss finally spills over your tits. Despite the running water that splashes on on the floor, you still manage to hear Robby’s piss. His stream is strong and shows no sign of stopping, a clear tell that he has been holding this in for hours.

The overdue relief has Robby’s head fall back, but the both of you ignore the loud thump when he hits the wall.

The throbbing feeling between your legs never settles, instead becomes stronger when your ears catch Robby’s soft groans. There’s something so exhilarating about seeing him this calm, seeing the way his body lets go. The way his brows relax, shoulders slump back, and chest rise and fall with each moan.

Interrupting his peace, you whisper, “Wanna try something.”

Part of him thinks you’re going to stick out your tongue, maybe taste him. His cock twitches at the thought of spilling in your mouth, would you swallow it? Would you drink him up?

“Want a taste, sweetheart?” His attempt at sounding confident fails when your grip tightens around his cock.

“Nuh uh.”

Did he take it too far? Fuck, was that wrong? That he wants you to drink him? The thought of you walking around knowing your belly is full of him.

“Next time,” you repeat his words back to him, only it’s a promise you intend to keep.

Brushing the rejection you always seemed to get when you fell to your knees, he nods pathetically - what else is he supposed to do?

“I wanna try this,” your thumb slides to the tip of his cock and covers his hole.

Robby recovers with a curse, “Fuck!”

If he thought the pressure was bad before, it’s worse now, but your thumb never moves.

His cock twitches in your hold, a bodily reaction to the sudden restriction.

“How’s it feel?” You can’t help but question it.

You watch as Robby’s face scrunches in discomfort… or pleasure, you’re not sure. All you know is, your thumb does a poor job in stopping his stream as hot liquid drips down your forearm.

“Like I’m going to fuckin’ burst,” he hisses, trying to pull away, but groans when your thumb applies more pressure. What little relief managed to escape past your thumb was now trapped.

“In a good way?”

“So fuckin good,” he openly admits with a airy chuckle.

You hold it for a few seconds, drinking up the way Robby squirms, before removing your thumb.

“Jeeesus Christ.”

The gasp that escapes your parted lips is drowned by Robby’s loud groan and you watch in awe as he gushes. This time, his stream is stronger and it splashes on your chin.

His groans die out as the last traces of euphoria spills hot on your tits. His eyes, fluttering open, land on your face just in time to catch the bliss as your tongue flicks out, catching the golden drops that splashed on your chin.

Robby prays you never find a deck of cards, he knows you’d give away your winning cards if you looked the way you did right now.

There’s a pretty smile on your face and your eyes sparkle with hunger as you lick up his salty, and not entirely unpleasant taste. Before you can get your mouth on him, he’s stepping back.

“Fuckin- get up here.”

Wobbling knees barely manage to stand, and you swear they almost give out completely when Robby leans down to your height and laps his tongue on your skin.

He starts from your neck and lands on your lips before he slots his lips between yours. A hand finds your waist, pulling you closer to him, while the other cups your face. His hands are sweet and gentle, nothing like his mouth that licks and bites.

So you match his energy, biting his bottom lip and tugging it with a moan, meanwhile your hands slide up his belly, and hug his back.

The filthy sounds of your wet kisses paired with the running water fill the shower, so you add, “How’d it taste?”

“Mmm, kinda salty,” he moans into your mouth, spinning the both of you so the water washes away whatever’s still on your chest.

“I liked it though,” you admit shyly, pulling away from his kiss.

“Yeah? It tasted good?” he smirks, hands reach for the soap and scrub at your skin.

“Mhmm.”

The soap washes away with the cooling water when Robby’s finished. His beard tickles your skin when he presses kisses on your neck, “Gonna let me have a taste?”

You raise your eyebrows at Robby, giggling when his hands plant themselves on your waist, using you to balance himself. Your eyes follow as he drops past your height.

“Your knees are gonna pop if you kneel.”

“That an excuse?” he asks as his lips curl in amusement.

You make a noise as you put your hands up in a ‘suit yourself’ manner. Before he can fully kneel, a loud pop reaches your ears.

Holding back a laugh, you peck his lips and scrunch your nose. Your hands grab his forearms and tug, attempting to pull him up to his original height.

“Bedroom?”

Robby sighs dramatically, defeated.

“Because it’s your choice, not mine,” he argues, clearly not convinced as starts to stand up.

Another Pop!

This time you can’t hold back your laugh as you slide the shower door open and reach for a towel.

“Come on Doc, heard the orthopedic mattress is better for people your age.”