Page 35 of Toy No More

“Then…cheers to being lost in life, useless, and somehow making it,” he says, theatrically raising his nearly finished cocktail in the air.

“Cheers,” I say. We ding our glasses and drink before returning to the same position, staring closely at each other.

Apollo places his glass on the table, and the moment he does, my heart starts pumping like crazy. Something about his gaze and the way he moves tells me exactly where this is going.

“Now,” he whispers, gently brushing his finger against the exposed skin of my hand. “There’s a lovely little discreet hotel not far away. How about I demonstrate how present I can really be when I want to?”

Every muscle inside my body constricts.

Good lord. I’m actually doing this.

“I’d love you to show me.”

Chapter 12

Apollo

Ibookedthishotelroom for the purpose of the two possible outcomes of the date. For when it either turned out how I wanted, or in case it didn’t go well at all and I needed a safe place to retreat to. I gotta say I’m very much pleased it’s the former…

Hell, I can hardly remember how we got inside.

My mind buzzes with excitement and arousal over something so unusual and fresh. As soon as the door shuts after us, Kobe’s lips are on mine. I figured there would be more behind that delicate, bashful mask of his. That deep down, he’s as hungry as everybody else.

He kisses me deeply and I eagerly yield to him, drawing in the slowly intensifying scent of his pheromones. Pushing me against the wall and his body into mine, I feel the outline of his erection pressing against my own. Cautiously, his rough fingers glide up my thigh and slip underneath the fabric of the dress.

Kobe pauses, opening his eyes to give me a questioning glance.Asking for permission.The notion of it is almost as amusing as it is sweet.

Smirking, I nod before grabbing at the back of his neck and kissing him again. His muscles tense against me and his hand quickly finds my constricting lace underwear.

“Get it off,” I whisper between the increasingly more labored breaths we take. Just the thought of Kobe undressing me gets me that much harder.

He seems to be getting worked up too, judging by the way he yanks my panties down. I let out a deep sigh of release as my cock finally bounces free. It’s been a while since anything sexual has felt like…this. Nothing like when I’m with a client. There’s a charge. A powerful force of electric desire that surges through me.

The heat raises into my head, filling it to the brim with this dangerously intense kind of passion. As Kobe kisses and rubs his thumb against my cheek while doing so, I’m reminded of those faint images that had appeared inside my mind before. The ones that made me want to ask him to do this in the first place.

That’s right. I want him. In an unusual, unfamiliar position.

Is he going to want me the same way?

I don’t let the doubt take over me. Instead, while I still hold him by the nape, I use my knee resting between his legs to push him away just enough to gain some momentum and space to flip our positions.

Kobe lets out a surprised gasp once I twist him around and press his cheek against the wall, steadying myself behind him. As I put my chest against his back and playfully nibble at his ear, I feel the vibrations of his pounding heart.

“What do you say about you letting me take the lead?” I ask, skillfully undoing his pants with my hand and grabbing his cock before he can even respond. Kobe whimpers and arches his ass out, forcing me to bite down on my lip as he grinds against me.

Shit… Why is this turning me on so much?

“I haveconsiderablymore experience, anyway,” I whisper, tempting him further, though he’s already more than responsive. “So…will you bottom for me?” A part of me hardly believes I’m asking that question. When was the last time I topped? It must have been ages ago, when one of the few clients asked me. I never enjoyed it, not really. Never sought it out, that’s for sure. Not even in my personal life.

Right now, it’s all I can think about. I want nothing but for him to say yes and dread the possibility of his denial. But if Kobe does, if he says no, I would never push it further.

“Mhmmm,” I hear him mutter while nodding, cheek still pressed against the wall.

I begin stroking him slowly. “Do you usually top?” His cock is the perfect thickness for me to wrap my fingers around. It bends the slightest bit to the side naturally.

Kobe’s legs tremble with pleasure, so much so they threaten to buckle until he shifts to make himself steady again. Using my free hand, I slide it under his shirt and caress his chest while kissing on his ear.

He gulps loudly before nodding.

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