Page 85 of Robbin’ the Rich

During the band's break, I slipped away from the table and intercepted him near the back hallway.

"There you are," Micah said, his entire face lighting up.

"Here I am."

His smile widened. "Having fun?"

"I was."

"Were?"

I hooked a finger through one of his belt loops and tugged him closer.

His eyebrows disappeared behind his hairline.

"Robin."

"Micah."

A laugh escaped him. "You have that look."

"What look?"

"The one that usually gets me into trouble."

"Good."

The answering grin he gave me was warm and completely unguarded. He looked at me like he was still trying to piece out my intentions… and truthfully so was I. Yet I still grabbed his hand and pulled him further down the hallway.

The noise from the bar faded into the background. As I opened the door at the end of the corridor.

“Where are we going?”

We continued until I pulled him around the back of the building. Then I pushed him against the wall. A small huff of air left him as he looked at me with intoxication and a level of awe.

I claimed his mouth in a kiss. Without a second's pause he slid his hands into my hair, cupping my face and pulled me close. I knew what I wanted to do. I had pictured this all night watching him up there on the stage.

I began to undo his pants as I bit his bottom lip.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“You know what I’m doing.”

“I don’t actually know.”

Then I dropped to my knees in front of him.

“Oh… Oh.. Robin are you su⁠—”

I wrapped my mouth around his cock, and his head hit the wall with a soft thump. I looked up at him, checking in. He looked down at me, his brow tight and his lips parted. Then he caressed my face. How was he still so sweet when I was sucking his dick behind a bar? I sucked him harder and swirled my tongue around the head as I continued to work him.

“Fuck, Robin. You’re so hot.”

He continued to caress my cheek with his thumb. The juxtaposition of this was so perfectly him. Gentle caresses in the alley fit the rockstar who also wore a Star Trek shirt.

“Baby, fuck, baby, fuck.”

His gentle caress turned into a hand fisted in my hair as he was close to the edge. I don’t think I have ever enjoyed giving head quite this much.