Page 36 of Toy No More

I can’t explain the sadistic glee I get from what is happening right now. I just know that I’m craving more.All of it.“But because it’s me, you’ll let me do it?” I continue, feeding off the lovely scent of his mounting pheromones. I don’t know why I need him to say it. Need to hear it out loud. “Is it what you really want?”

“I want it,” he whispers, voice trembling. “I d-don’t mind either way, so…yes. Idowant you…inside me.” He glances back at me, mouth opening as he lets out aroused huffs with my every stroke. Meeting his lustful gaze stokes the fires inside me even higher. Smiling, I lean in for a kiss. It’s messy and slobbery and so not enough.

Kobe’s pants fall down to his knees when he stirs in front of me. I use the hand that isn’t busy stroking that lovely, pulsing cock to teasingly brush against his tailbone before slipping under his briefs and right between his cheeks. Hot, wet goodness greets me, coupled with another glorious moan out of his mouth.

“Your hole’s dripping for me,” I whisper into his ear, feeling my own cock twitch as I say it. I want to play with him a little more before we move to the bed.Just a while longer.“You haven’t taken your suppressants today, have you?”

How he tenses up is my immediate answer. Chuckling against the skin on his neck, I slide two fingers into him, making his back arch and knees buckle together.

“Your pheromones are much stronger than usual. Did you not take them for me to sense you better tonight?”

“Apollo…” he whimpers desperately, like it’s all he can do. Even though him saying my name in that way sends a surge of electricity through me, I know a warning when I hear one and slow down so that Kobe doesn’t come too early.

But the fact that he was so close already…Oh, it makes me rabid.

Excitement burns through me like a wildfire. Is this how Jasper feels when he has me under him, in his full control? When he fucks me mercilessly and calls me his?

I quickly purge the thought of him. Today isn’t about Jasper. It’s about me and Kobe. About whatever the fuck I feel like doing.

Letting Kobe catch his breath and get himself somewhat together, I step away. He pushes himself off the wall with his arm and slowly turns around to face me. His usually tan cheeks are painted with a lovely maroon undertone. Droplets of sweat glisten under the short curls falling into his face, a few of them running down the side of it.

He meets my gaze and licks his lips, sighing deeply. For a moment, I wonder if I’ve gone too far. This isn’t like me. This isn’t how I do things. None of it is. And I’m no fool—I know well how he expected tonight to go. It wasn’t with him bottoming, that’s for sure.

Almost as though Kobe can detect what I’m thinking, or the hint of my hesitancy, he makes a step toward me and as he kicks off his shoes to be able to shed his pants fully, he comes in for another kiss, more fearless and wanting than the last. He’s being loud and clear without saying a single word.‘Keep going.’

Relief reinvigorates me. I slide the dress off my body and work on helping unbutton his shirt while he grabs my cheek, holding me close as we make out.

He pauses and opens his eyes. “What about your wig? I don’t want it to get—” Before he can finish the sentence, I pull it off in one swoop together with the wig cap and throw them to the side. I don’t care about the damn wig, how I look, or anything else.

Pulling him toward me by those muscular shoulders the moment he’s finally completely naked, I back us up to the bed and push Kobe down on it.

I marvel at the sight of him—legs open, rigid cock resting against his lightly defined abs. There are some scars across his chest and one on his hip. Breathing deeply, I lean into the mattress with my knee, lingering over him while his gaze follows me. I touch a scar I notice on his thigh first, barely visible over his dark body hair. Then I gently slide over his skin to the scar near his ribs, making Kobe shiver and tense his muscles again.

Usually, I would look at the scars on those men that fuck me as a symbol of the things they’ve done. The dangerous, violent lives they’re living.

These ones…I just want to kiss. For some reason, I’m unable to see Kobe as the same monster as the rest of them, but a victim. Someone who’s been hurt. Who bled and suffered, like I have.

I reach his face, kneeling over him with only a few inches between us.

The way his eyes hang on my lips, waiting for instructions, ignites a fire within me again. “Get on your knees for me,” I say, grabbing his chin briefly.

Kobe’s pheromones radiate out in a wave, a scent of wet pine wrapping around me like a hug. I look down on my cock, glistening with a bead precum already, and all I think about is how much I need to see it buried deep inside his ass.

While Kobe does as he’s told, I quickly jump off the bed to take condoms out of my purse. There might be the most unlikely, ridiculously low chances of an omega getting another omega pregnant, but I’m not going to risk it, not to mention being responsible for any other health complications. He’s so weirdly innocent. It’s painfully obvious he doesn’t normally do this. I owe him to be safe, at least.

I put the condom on. When I turn around again, the sight of Kobe on his knees, ass up and open, waiting for me, nearly stops my heart.

“If only you could see yourself right now…” My pulse pounds in my ears as I get back on the bed and my hands buzz in anticipation of seizing his hips.

Kobe looks at me over his shoulder. The unmistakable glimpse of shame mixed with shyness in his eyes makes him that much more irresistible. I smirk to myself at the idea of him in my bed, watching himself in the ceiling mirror while I fuck him. Wouldn’t that make his cheeks even redder than they are now? What a sight that would be…

“What is it about you that gets me so damn turned on?” I ask while rubbing my cock against his twitching, dripping hole. It pulses, opening and tensing up sharply with his heavy breaths.

Kobe quickly hangs his head back down, almost trembling with anticipation. “I—ah, fuck—have no idea.”

I enter him slowly, expecting more resistance considering his usual preference of topping, but there’s a perfect amount of tightness. He feels good.So good.The ring of muscle at the entrance spreads and wraps around me tightly, sending intense shivers down my spine.

“That’s it. Shit… Look at you taking me,” I whisper, letting go of his hip to caress his back until I reach his nape. Kobe exhales shakily, mouth still open wide as he turns to face me again, eyes glazed over with desire. I see myself in him—see that image of an omega, melting at the touch of the dominant above them, helpless and willing, and so undeniably erotic at their very core. Like he was made to do this one singular thing. To look this flawless and insanely irresistible.

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