Page 61 of Toy No More

“Just a little longer,” I beg him, using my free hand to stroke myself as I bounce up and down his cock and thrust the vibrator inside of him.

He makes a whine. An actual, high-pitched,desperatefucking whine.

I feel every muscle of his flex under me, and his fingers dig into my skin in a way that will probably leave marks. Looking at that gorgeous face of his, I see how much he fights to hold off for me, wrestling with the weight of that release.

That’s more than enough for me to succumb to it as well.

“Kobe.Ah, fuck, Kobe!” I moan, letting myself unravel. Those words free him from the condition I gave him, and we both implode together. Everything turns into this incoherent, otherworldly storm of bliss. Our heartbeats, connected through our bodies, and our pheromones mixing to create the most intoxicating smell, all merge. Kobe twitches deep inside me as I splurt all across his chest, an enormous weight lifting off my shoulders.

I’m not sure which way is up and which way is down for a while.

Tapering waves of heat continue to bloom inside my chest. When I blink to open my eyes, I find myself resting against Kobe, who struggles to catch his breath as much as I do. Or perhaps a little more. My body still feels light and like I’m one gust of wind away from drifting out of it when I prop myself up, studying him.

Fixating on me tiredly, he blinks as he lies there. He’s all shaky and out of it. It doesn’t take long for that guilt and worry to surface again, like the last time we were together.

I’m used to this, but he isn’t. To his mind and body being bent out of shape and pushed to the edge of what they can handle through pleasure. I know it can be a lot to handle sometimes, even if it feels great in the moment.

I gently brush the curling hairs stuck to his face upward. If I were an alpha, this would feel different. I could use my pheromones to soothe him.

That thought sends a strange ping of pain through my heart. I don’t even know why I’m thinking about that. About using my scent to help Kobe settle like Jasper does to me. That’s not what omegas do to each other…

Is it?

Staring at him with my lips parted, I realize that I’m not actually sure if two omegas or two alphas can have that effect on each other. I’ve never tried. Never considered it.

His half-lidded eyes follow me, like he’s trying to understand what got me so deep in thought but is still too breathless to even ask. I want to try—needto try—this hypothesis before he has time to calm down on his own, so I lean in, nuzzling my nose against the crook of his neck. I focus on my body. Focus on being present in it and its sensations. On the comfort and relaxation I want to relay through my pheromones.Somehow. I kiss him on the neck softly, like Jasper often does. It always makes me feel all mushy.

A faint chuckle that comes from somewhere deep inside his throat sounds next to me. “I’m-I’m not sure I can go again,” he whispers.

I keep planting soft kisses against his skin, focusing on its texture and temperature. His pheromones swirl wildly in the air. Now that I pay attention to it, there’s intensity to them. Emotions tied to them in a hardly conceivable way.

With an exhale, I sense his body relaxing under me. His breathing slows. Did he finally understand that my caressing was for comfort instead of trying to seduce him again? More than comfort, it’s…connection.

Pulling away, I meet Kobe’s eyes. He looks at me tentatively, a bit of surprise and satisfaction painted on his face. At that moment, I know he’s better.Still. And I feel the same way. Have I ever experienced this before?

With Jasper, maybe? I’m not even sure.

What I’m sure of is that I want to fall asleep in his arms right now. Safe and sound. Curled up together. But that’s something neither of us can afford.

It can’t be reality.

It might be only my imagination, but it feels like Kobe realizes the same thing. He lowers his eyes, trailing the shape of my shoulder and arm until he ends up looking at my naked body; not with a hint of desire, just…observing me.

“We should clean up, in case—”

“Right,” I say with a sharp nod and sit up.That’s right. The world still exists outside of this room.

My cum is all over his chest and mine from me laying against Kobe. I give him an apologetic smirk once he notices and glances down, bunching up his nose in a cute way. “The shower is in there,” I say, pointing to the somewhat camouflaged door on the other side of the room. It sits nearly perfectly flush with the wall, but Kobe finds it.

“I’ll go in first,” he says with a tired sigh. He stumbles after getting up, and it’s pretty clear he’s going to be sore later. It’s almost impossible for me to suppress a smirk, knowing I was the one who did it.

When it’s only me sitting in the room, reality dawns on me again, though it isn’t as cold against my skin as I would expect. This was the agreement.Have fun. Feel good.I had fun, a lot of it, and I feel…damn good. For once, my mind is tranquil.

We part with few words. Kobe has to get something to eat before Jasper calls him in—especially after I made such a mess out of him—and I need to prepare for my next client. The day is nowhere near over for me.

I meet those men, and I do the dance. I smile. I laugh. I flirt.

But when they have me where they want me, I find that I don’t drift away as far as I usually do. I stay tethered to my body, only a few steps separated, and back in that moment Kobe and I shared in the Pink Room. I imagine it’s him I am with; Kobe fucking me instead of them. I imagine being secure again.

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