Page 79 of Toy No More

Blinking slowly, Kobe finally steadies his breath. “O-on my back,” he says and before I even suggest it, he moves past to lie down. No more coyness. He wants it. Needs it.

Needsme.

I push the urge to pull out my cock and fuck him right there like an animal aside. I want to do it so badly it hurts, but Kobe isn’t in the headspace to agree to something more intense properly. Not without me feeling I somehow took advantage of his hormone-driven lust. So instead, I do as I promised, and pick up the vibrator I dropped on the bed.

Kneeling between his open legs, I watch him quiver with anticipation.

At the sound of the low buzzing, Kobe closes his eyes and allows his head to fall back with a guttural groan.Oh, he’s ready to really enjoy it. Or maybe he just wants that nagging, maddening urge to ease. Either way, I will make him feel good.

I switch the vibrator into the more intense, steady wave pulse. Teasing him around his hole first, I don’t take too long before plunging in. Kobe all but sucks it in, moaning and arching his back as he searches for the friction. “That’s it,” I say, watching him with a smile. “Relax into it.”

He smells so fucking delicious. I’m nearly disgusted with myself, thirsting for him like that deplorable bastard earlier.

“Mhmmm,” he hums under me, settling into the rhythm, the buzzing of the vibration’s pulse, and the way I thrust in and out with increasing speed. Patience isn’t the game right now. When in heat, all I want is to get fucked fast and hard, so I presume he feels the same.

Kobe mumbles something too breathy and quiet for me to hear. “What is it?” I ask, leaning over him.

Opening his eyes, he locks his heavy gaze on me and reaches out. I allow him to pull me in by my nape until our bodies are parallel to each other, my knees resting by his hips and my hand next to his ear. I can’t reach and control the vibrator at the same time, so I let go and bend down until our foreheads nearly touch. “I saidcloser,” he whispers, breathing hot air into my face.

My heart hiccups at the way he says it.

Kobe moves his fingers down, gliding and caressing that spot at the back of my neck where the venus gland is and I feel explosive, intoxicating tingles pass from there to the tips of my toes. The moan it pushes out of me gets suffocated by Kobe’s lips pressing against mine.

Closer.

The word echoes in my head like some powerful spell while he presses himself against me and pants into my mouth. The pressure inside me is getting impossible to ignore. as my cock strains, full of blood underneath the fabric of my tight booty shorts, threatening to burst. Begging to be used, touched,all of it.

“I’m close,” Kobe whimpers, but now his voice is high-strung and weak. I feel his lower half shift under me, most likely because he’s propping his feet against the bed to be able to thrust against the vibrator still inside him. My free hand kneads through his soft hair in the same rhythm as his hips and his fingers push against the skin on my neck. “Clo— Mhm!”

“That’s it. Come for me,” I whisper, pressing our faces together. Kobe’s breath hitches and his body tenses. He comes with a guttural moan, eyes closed and lips pressed against mine.

Fuck. I’m going to lose my mind.

With the last of my sanity, I place a careful kiss against his sweaty forehead and pull away to remove and switch off the vibrator to stop the overstimulation while he recovers.

When I turn back to him, Kobe is staring at me. Staring at me like he still didn’t have enough. Raising my brows in surprise, I glance down at his dick, which isn’t as hard as it was before, but definitely not soft.

I smirk and kneel over him again. “More, huh?”

“It’s all your fault,” he says, words shaky with the quick inhales.

My stomach constricts painfully before I realize he doesn’t mean what my mind goes to first. That he’s not blaming me for what Jasper did and just flirting.

Kobe uses my moment of distraction to reach for my shorts and unbuttons them.

I nearly yelp, shutting my eyes briefly when my cock finally springs out of the restraints. It feels heavenly. Kobe stares down at it hungrily; my underwear is so wet with precum it almost looks like I came too.

Breathing out deeply, I meet his gaze to get confirmation that he really wants to continue. He pulls me down over him again while I kick my clothes off. When I settle in to kneel comfortably over him, Kobe sends a jolt of arousal through me by grabbing our cocks and tightly pressing them together.

“Ah fuck, Kobe!” I groan, biting at his bottom lip before moving to kiss him.

He starts jerking us, his grip surprisingly firm and tempo controlled.

“This feels good,” he whispers. “Not j-just because of the heat, it’s… I’ve wanted to do this.” Kobe’s voice breaks under the weight of a soft cry of pleasure he can’t hold in. I’m barely keepingmyselftogether. Barely pushing against the urge to come undone in his warm, firm, lovely hand.

He’s right in that—that this isn’t just because of his heat. It feels different. I don’t understand why or how, but I’ve frotted with dozens of guys and never had it felt so…intimate.

While his right hand brings us closer and closer to completion with every stroke, Kobe’s left moves from the back of my neck and into my hair. He runs his fingers through it, taking in my scent, and I feel his cock twitch in response. “Oh, Apollo…” he mutters, pressing us even closer together.

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