Page 30 of Stalked

It wasn’t enough for me. I wanted the words. “Say it,” I demand.

Tobias’ frown turns into a glare, his hand tightening around my throat. “You’re the only one who’s ever pushed me back like this.”

“Tell me, Tobias,” I whisper. With his hand around my neck, his body pressed against mine and the sexual tension between us, my cock is harder than I thought possible, and when his leg presses against my groin I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips.

“Gabriel,” Tobias growls. “Fine, I stalked you. I watched you sleep; I watched you all the time. You consumed so much of my life for the past two months. I jerked off to the sight of you. I stood above you and watched you sleep peacefully while I could have easily taken you right there and then. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

The moment I nod, Tobias slams his lips against mine. Releasing my throat, he grabs the back of my thighs and lifts. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I’m aware of him moving, but this kiss is different than it was before. This kiss, we pour everything into it. We’re messy, teeth clashing together, our tongues trying to dominate.

I let out a soft grunt when I’m slammed against a wall. Ripping my mouth from his, we’re both panting, our gazes locked, something spoken between us. It’s a long moment. I’m too afraid to look away, afraid this, whatever this is, will break.

“I want you,” Tobias mutters.

“I want you too,” I rush out, fear overtaking my every thought.

“No... I want… I want to fuck you.” His voice strains, and he presses me harder against the wall, his cock pressing against my ass.

“Tobias… I'm, I’m not sure. It’s different with a man.” I’m not sure what I’m saying, but I also know that he can’t be serious, even if I want him to be more serious than anything else.

Stepping back, I unhook my legs, needing some distance between us.

“I want you.”

“I don’t want you to regret it.”

“I won’t. I want you, Gabriel. I want to feel you under me. I want you to feel you against my skin. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone else,” he says, reaching towards me.

And like the weak man that I am, knowing in the end when he gets tired of me it’s going to hurt, I whisper, “Okay…”

Tobias smiles, stepping towards me again, and reaching forward.

“Just hold on… let me go, uh, prep myself.” I shouldn’t be shy. Every gay man needs to prep. But telling Tobias I need to stretch my hole is weird.

“I want to do it,” Tobias says, grabbing my shoulder to pull me back.

“No straight man wants to prep another man’s hole. It’s okay, I’ll be right back.” I laugh, once again moving out of his reach.

“I told you I’m not straight,” Tobias growls.

“You’re not gay either,” I shoot back, smirking before I turn around to head into the bathroom. I don’t make it two steps before Tobias has twisted me around, shoving me against the bed and my pants are ripped down to my ankles. “Whoa, Tobias what are ahhh—”

My words are lost as he spreads my ass cheeks apart and his mouth closes around my hole. My head drops to the mattress, a whimper leaving my mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut, his tongue rimming around my hole, making out with that part of me.

This can’t be happening. I’m moments from telling him to stop, that I can prep myself when he presses a finger against my hole. Prodding me, he eases the tip of his finger into me.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” I moan.

This feels better than I could have imagined, and when he moans into my ass, I nearly come on the spot. Thrusting my ass back into his mouth, he moans even louder, plunging another finger into my hole.

“Please…” I beg. I don’t know what I’m begging for, but anything he’ll give me I want. “Please, Tobias, please.”

“Hmm, what do you want, Little Rabbit?”

“More, give me more,” I beg. My cock hardens, keeping a slow pace with two of his fingers, scissoring me open.

I’m a blubbering mess when he finally sits back, pulling his fingers from my ass. Swinging around my hands go to his pants when Tobias gets to his feet. My hands tremble as I unbutton and pull the zipper down. Ripping them down to his knees, my mouth watering, ready to shove his cock into my mouth when–

“Holy shit.” I sit back, my hands dropping from his thighs to my knees. My gaze jumps from his package to his eyes then back down. “Tobias…” I mutter, eying his cock. “That’s, you’re… whew, Tobias, how do I say this?” I clear my throat, unsure how to say it.

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