She never should've asked about the date, Courtney decided. She and Robert had been dating for five pleasant months when she finally couldn't not ask. After all, the way Blazer had referred to Robert's interview, his assurance that is was an innocent kiss, and Blazer's fierce defensive stance and the timely break up with Phenomaman—it all painted the picture of a truly fantastic first date that ended with a shy kiss that was apparently enough to make Blazer finally break up with Phenomaman. But Robert had assured her that while he was attracted to Mandy, he was even more attracted to Courtney, and furthermore he loved her.
"I don't know it's kinda hard not to make a visual comparison," she admitted even while she was literally in his lap. Robert gave her a bemused look, as his hands flexed her waist. They had been watching a movie before she crawled into his lap, and they'd been kissing for a while, but even then she'd been distracted by her own mental musings.
"You guys have completely different vibes," he shrugged. "And I don't really have a preference aside from the fact I like brunettes better," he told her. Courtney's lips pursed.
"It's weird knowing I was competing with my boss for best first date. Ours was nice, but yours literally made her break up with another superhero," she pointed out. Robert leaned forward to kiss her cheek.
"We had a rough start," he said with a smile. "But I wouldn't change it—well maybe less punching." He corrected. She crossed her arms, embarrassed to be reminded of her past actions, but Robert's hands drifted up her torso, his hands framing the underside of her breasts. She shifted in his lap restlessly, but let her arms fall to her sides.
"Yeah, that's fair. I was so fucked up back then," she admitted.
"Still are," he teased and she shivered as his thumbs grazed her nipples.
"Woah, you start revving me up like that—"
"—and I'll have to take you for a ride, I know." He grinned as she pouted at him. He was always doing that—anticipating her. He was getting better at it, and it was harder to surprise him these days, but she liked that too, even if it stopped all her stupid jokes in their tracks.
"You're such a shit," she laughed as his hands kneaded her breasts. They were small in his hands, and she couldn't help but compare.
"Do you like them?" she asked. Robert glanced at her as he pushed her shirt up over her heaving tits and the look on her face was so obviously a Really? that she felt even shyer.
"You're not really asking me that while I'm feeling you up."
"I am! I mean for a skinny guy your hands are, like, huge. Does it do anything for you grabbing at them?" she asked.
It wasn't like her to be so shy about her body—Courtney knew she was hot and she knew Robert thought she was hot—pretty even, by his own words. But she had only recently gotten details out of him about the date and she couldn't help but imagine it. Mandy in all her glory, dressed in a pretty evening gown, waiting for Robert, but in her hyperactive imagination—he chose to go to dinner with her rather than a movie with his abrasive subordinate. She'd look at him with her pretty blues and her pretty face and he'd definitely kiss her and suddenly she would be on the backburner.
Her own brain was hurting her feelings and all she could blurt out while her mind went crazy.
"They're just so small!" she cried out, the same moment Robert pinched both and tugged. Her back arched in response and her hips jerked above his.
"Yeah, so?" he smirked as he flicked her nipples and watched her bite her lip. "You have no idea how cute your nipples are, honey." He cooed playfully and she moaned when he leaned forward to suck a nipple into his mouth. His mouth was hot, wet, and his tongue flicking over her stiff tips made her squirm all the more insistently.
"Y-you're just saying that," she fished and she gave her a flat look.
"Courtney, I could play with you all night, and you know that. What's gotten into you, huh?" he asked as he switched his mouth to her other tit.
"T-they're just so small! I mean I can go without a bra most of the time," she pouted. Every other woman she knew with perhaps the sole exception of Janelle had a chest that bounced with simple movement. Her own was small enough for her to walk around braless without anyone with wiser.
"And that's fucking sexy," he murmured as he blew warm air over her wet nipples and laughed when she moaned aloud. They puckered under his attention, and he nipped at one as if he couldn't ignore her nipples for even a moment.
"You're j-just saying that because I'm on your lap." She argued.
Robert snorted.
"I think you're fishing but let me say it plainly. Your tiny tits are so hot to me, and I think you know that." He said, as his hands went back under her breasts and lifted them and let them fall. They trembled under their own weight. Not a jiggle per say, but a tremble of flesh that made her fight the urge to cover up. "I love that you have brown nipples too," he said with a smile. "Just like your pretty eyes," he teased.
She covered her face with a groan.
"You're so fucking weird!" she cried out, but Robert's hands went to her waist to tug her firmly against his fully hard cock as he leaned forward to suck and nibble at her tits—not the nipples, but the flesh that was soft and pliable.
"Mhm," he agreed as his hips rocked up into hers. She was still wearing her panties and they were quickly soaking through with her arousal as Robert kept playing with her nipples.
"Shit—I think I'm gonna cum," she moaned, and damn him, she could feel his mouth smiling into her chest before his hands split paths—one up and one down. One cupped a breast and the other slipped into her panties and rubbed her clit gently. She didn't last long that way at all and her breath hitched as he peppered open mouth kisses to both nipples and circled her clit with one hand.
"Yeah? That feels good?" he asked with a smug grin, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she moaned into his ear.
"Yeah—you feel so fucking good—shit," she groaned as his thumb rubbed insistently at her nipple at the same moment a long-calloused finger slipped inside her and rubbed at her sensitive entrance. Her jaw went slack as she panted and her eyes rolled up as she struggled to keep it together, but Robert kissed the hinge of her jaw, her cheek, and finally her lips.
"Don't fight it, just let go. I've got you," he promised and she trembled in his hold as she let out a whine that later would fluster her to remember. She squirted in his lap and the groan he let out made her desperate for more. All at once, she found herself being lifted and carried into the bedroom. He damn near tossed her onto the bed, and her body was still trembling with orgasm but she reached for his face and brought him down into a rough, passionate kiss.
"Fuck it," she groaned as she hooked her leg over his hip and flipped him onto his back.
"Jesus," he moaned as she sat up on trembling legs and tugged her panties to the side, but she fumbled with his pants and boxers until his brain kicked back on and he pushed them down himself, just under his balls and he fumbled blindly for the nightstand but she made a calculated risk snatched his hands up to put them on her breasts as she rocked over his hard cock.
"I'll take Plan B after, just get inside me before I start fucking crying," she begged. Robert's cock let out a lance of precum and she held herself over him long enough for him to line up and she sat down with a wiggle once her ass was pressed down into his hips.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned and his hips bucked so hard he nearly unseated her.
"Yeah?" she teased, throwing his own smug grin right back at him. His hands went to her waist and held her up just enough to let about half of him slip out of her before his hips pumped into her at a steady but urgent pace. The wet clapping sounds they made were echoing in the room and she braced more of her weight on her knees to free up his grip enough to focus on her body. She kept it up for about a minute before she suddenly was overcome with the urge to be closer and she leaned down so they were touching from hips to shoulders and she kissed him, even as his hips clashed with hers endlessly. She could hear her wet pussy gushing around him and could feel her walls spasming every time he pulled out, as if to keep him close inside.
In the back of her mind, she knew she ought to sit back up—he was close and he wasn't wearing a condom. They had agreed long ago to always take Plan B if they forgot, but Robert rarely forgot and she, even less so. And even when they forgot on a very rare occasion, he always pulled out.
She didn't want him to, but she had to give him a warning before she decided to indulge in a newly discovered kink.
"You're so fucking wet," he groaned. "I can hear you," he panted and Courtney bit his earlobe.
"Cum inside me," she whispered. She expected him to freeze in shock or slow down, but the guttural moan he let out and the way his hips pumped even faster? It wouldn't be long now.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Get up if you don't want it," he warned. She held onto him tighter and ground her hips down against him, the wet squelch they made making her smile dazedly.
She reached down to play with her clit and the feverish kiss he gave her only made her happier.
"Please, please, please. I want to feel you cum in me," she begged and Robert gave her four more thrusts before he finished inside, his hips twitching even as he filled her up.
It was warm, so fucking warm and she sagged against him, even as her fingers still plucked at her clit. He groaned as his own hands gently pushed hers aside and finished her off with a gentle strum. She twitched and her hips ground down as she came again and she panted next to his ear as the aftershocks kept her planted right where she was.
"Happy?" he asked softly as he kissed the side of her face from temple to chin. She hummed and returned his affection with a sleepy smile.
"Mhm. Kinda surprised you took the bait like that, but hey, we did pretty good." She said as she sat up fully. He looked up at her in all her glory. Her trim waist, gently curved. The way his tits sat high and perky on her chest, topped with juicy brown nipples, and of course her augment, glowing faintly in the evening light. He grinned up at her.
"Yeah, I'd say we aren't too shabby at that whole 'making love thing'." He sat up, still inside her and kissed her deeply, his touch gentle and warm as his hands warmed her naked torso.
"We're pretty good at it. Probably ruined my panties though," she finally sat up and lifted off his soft cock slowly. They watched as the deluge of cum slipped out along with his cock and Courtney let out a soft moan at the feeling and Robert, in a move, that she would think about for weeks—pushed some back in.
"Looks good on you," he said.
"What does?" She asked, her attention drawn back to her twitching sex.
"My cum. We're making a trip to the pharmacy but yeah, that was pretty hot."
She flopped next to him and cuddled up.
"What? You don't want to tell Robert Robertson the IV he was conceived because his mom was chatting about her tits enough to bait his dad into giving her a creampie?"
"Definitely do not wanna do that." he drawled. She turned into his chest and threw a leg over his lips. They were smearing their cum everywhere at that point, but both were unbothered. Eventually the patted her ass.
"Come on, we gotta clean up."
"Don't wanna." She groused but she glanced over to see her smiling.
"Well, when the cum goblin decides she wants to make a mess, we have to clean it up." She made a face and sat up.
"That sounds fucking disgusting. Let's go shower," she scrambled up and Robert followed her at a far more sedate pace. She smiled to herself for just a moment and let herself imagine a future, distant but pleasing.