Page 60 of Toy No More

Unable and unwilling to wait any longer, I glide the vibrator against his entrance. A low whine comes out of Kobe, making my cock harder than I ever thought possible. I run the tip upward to the sensitive area between his hole and his balls, and he writhes with pleasure, head craned into the pillows.

“I need you to tell me when you get close,” I say while I watch his lovely face twist. “You’re not allowed to come until I let you. Let’s see how long you can last.”

“I’m not sure we have ti—ah!—time for that sort of thing.”

Unable to hold in a snort that might be a little too mean, I tilt my head as Kobe meets my eyes with confusion. “Oh, I don’t think you’ll be able to endure as much as you think,” I say, smirking. I relish the expression he makes as I press the toy inside of him without a warning. His throaty groan is music to my ears.

I brush the tip of my cock against Kobe’s as I inch closer, burying the vibrator deeper. The sounds he’s making are nothing like when I was fucking him.

Is this his first time? Has he never used one before? It must be the case.

The rich scent of wet pine grows stronger with each moan that I draw out of him. And that’swithhis suppressants.

Slowly, I work the length inside him until the flat base sits flush against his ass. In rhythm with the pulsing buzz of the vibrations, I pull it out and slide it back in, catching myself almost mimicking the movements with my own hips without thinking.

When I tilt my hand slightly, Kobe flinches under me. “Apollo,” he moans, eyes shut.

“Is that the sweet spot?” I tease him but stop moving, knowing well what that high-strung call of my name coupled with the flexing of the muscles on his thighs means. Instead of pulling out, I press the button on the bottom of the vibrator to turn it off. Kobe relaxes under me, taking sharp, deep breaths. “Good,” I say softly.

I give him a few moments. When he lifts his head to look down at me, I raise a brow, silently asking him if I should carry on. “Fuck. This feels so much better than I expected,” he mutters, his words almost slurred. His gaze moves down to between my legs, like it did when I was dancing for him. This time, he seems considerably more pleased with what he sees.

A corner of my mouth tugs upward. I’d say he’s ready to continue.

I press the button again, making him flinch. Right away, I begin moving, letting the vibrator slide in and out of him, slick with his wetness. “Tell me how it feels,” I say, finding myself irresistibly hungry for more of that rumbling voice of his. Usually, I hate clients speaking when we have sex. Having to pay attention to my body and their useless prattle, their dirty words that are supposed to make me want them more when I don’t want them at all… This is different.

“It’s just—” He pauses and gulps, holding in a moan as I copy the shape of his insides with the vibrator, using my hand to apply pleasure to his walls when I know I’m near that spot he liked. He clenches around it, making it harder to pull out this time. Making me imagine what that would feel like against my cock. “It’s making my whole body buzz.” Kobe’s voice trembles at the end. His toes curl again.

Wanting to see if he can handle it, I press the smaller button, intensifying the vibrations. He jolts and draws almost an embarrassingly loud moan. My cock throbs in response, aching for friction, so I grind against Kobe’s. He yelps and cries out, and I feel like I’m going mad with how much it makes my chest swell.

“That’s it,” I whisper, my own pleasure rising to dangerous heights.

“W-wait, wait,” Kobe exclaims, voice urgent, while his arm flails blindly until it reaches my hand holding onto his knee. He grips me tightly. I turn it off right away, let go of the dildo, and grab the base of his cock, squeezing firmly. Kobe writhes under me, his chest expanding and falling down again rapidly as he buries his head back into the pillows.

Oh, that was a close call.

“Not yet,” I warn him, intently watching his cock. I swear it just twitched in my grip, but nothing comes out besides the precum dripping down his length.

“Dammit, Apollo,” he whines, biting his lip with a long exhale. Hearing him so frustrated and desperate forces me to swallow hard. “Please…”

I almost feel bad for him, knowing how inexperienced he is. This strange, twisted part of me reels in satisfaction at all of this, but the other part is restless. I give into the dark side of me, looming over him while gently letting go of his cock.

“I thought you said it felt good? The longer you resist, the more pleasure you get.”

Kobe huffs and licks his lips. He seems dazed. A little out of it.Downright adorable.

“It feels good. I just want to— It’s not like the real thing,” he says, the words flowing out of his mouth slowly. I expect him to avert his gaze, but even as his cheeks flush, he keeps staring into my soul.The real thing.He must notice how I narrow my eyes with interest. More, I say without saying, and somehow he listens, continuing in a husky voice. “It isn’t warm and soft and…attached to a human being.”

Suddenly, what he said is all I can think about. That, and how much I miss feeling someone warm and soft inside, too. My face burns, a prickling buzz of heat taking over me. I swiftly reach over Kobe to release his restraints from the bed.

He gasps in confusion and follows me with a questioning stare while I settle back between his legs. Those pretty brown eyes bulge out of his head the moment I start positioning myself over him, grabbing his cock to guide it into my hole. I swallow his entire length up in one smooth movement until I sit flush against him with a low moan.

I blink slowly, settling into the pleasure, the familiar fullness, and only then do I notice his trembling hands resting firmly on my hips. Kobe gazes at me, maybe with a little confusion. I smile back, happy to keep him on his toes.

Happy about how good I’m about to make him feel. He’s got no idea.

While lifting myself, I twist around to grab the base of the vibrator again and turn it on. I swear Kobe grows even more rigid inside me. His eyes roll into the back of his head and fingers dig into the skin around my waist. I clench my teeth, letting my body collide with his. My cock slaps against his stomach with every bounce. I find it harder than expected to sync up my movement and the tempo of my hand working the vibrator at the same time, but I’m determined to ride it till the sweet, explosive end.

“I’m gonna fucking come, Apollo,” Kobe warns, frantic.

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