Page 58 of Tobias

Chapter Twenty-One

Theodore

I’m drunker than I should be, because I've been pounding drinks since I got to the bar. When Tobias gets up to go to the bathroom, I follow him in. There is no one else here, so I grab his arm and shove him against the wall.

“What are you—”

I cut off his words by slamming my mouth to his, unable to stop myself. I can’t take this anymore. I need his mouth on mine. I’ve thought about it ever since he kissed me that first time, and I was sure kissing him couldn't be that great all the time. With his hands on my chest, he gently pushes me away.

“We can’t do this,” he breathes out.

The disappointment over not getting another kiss threatens to turn to shame, but I hold onto the confidence I've gotten from the alcohol.

“Why not?” I ask, my eyes on his lips, dick aching. “I want to.”

“Because…”

“Because what?”

“You’re engaged,” he says harshly, side-stepping to get out of my space.

The rejection hurts, but I don't stop fighting. “I’m calling that off.”

“This still doesn’t make it right,” he argues, spearing his fingers through his hair.

I step closer to him, pressing my hips to his so he can feel how hard I am. I have no idea why I’ve become so brave. I guess that’s what happens when I drink tequila. Usually I'm a whiskey guy, but Nathaniel kept handing me shots and I didn't say no. Reminder to avoid tequila because I’m going to wake up tomorrow feeling like an idiot over this. Don’t care now though. I’m going for what I want, and what I want is Tobias.

“I need you to touch me,” I say, sliding my hands up his chest. “I need to taste you. I need to know what your dick feels like in my mouth.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, gaze going up to the ceiling. "Theo—"

“Tobias, I want this. I know some part of you wants it too. At least, you don’t hate the thought of it. I can tell by the way you look at me.”

I hope that’s the truth, or I’m never going to be able to talk to him again. I lean in to kiss his neck when he doesn't answer, trailing my tongue up his throbbing pulse to nip at his jaw. He groans, breath stuttering.

“Let me suck your dick,” I plead, pulling back to meet his heated gaze.

“You don’t even know how.”

“Teach me.”

His eyes fall closed, his jaw closed tight. “Not here.”

I raise a brow. “Where?”

“My place.”

“You’re just saying that to get me to stop.” Something passes in his eyes that tells me he hadn’t thought of that, but maybe it’s a good idea.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he says again, but I see him adjusting himself in his pants.

He does want this.

“I want to," I say again.

“It’s not right, Theo. It’s cheating.”

“Marianne will understand.”

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