Page 72 of Tobias

“Not yet.”

Theo gets on the bed, lying down in the middle and making himself comfortable.

“I’m going to make a fool of myself,” he complains.

“I won’t be mad if you moan the whole time,” I say, sitting on the bed to get my shoes off.

Theo makes a distressed sound, throwing his arm over his face.

“Please don’t laugh if I come,” he mutters.

My gaze goes from his face to his dick that is leaking pre-cum and harder than I’ve ever seen a dick before.

“I most definitely will not laugh.” My voice comes out husky, and I bite back a growl when his dick throbs.

I crawl onto the bed, settling between his legs. I lean forward, noting he’s already breathing hard. I lick his nipple. His back arcs from the bed and he hisses in a breath.

“Fuck.” He reaches for the bottle, but I grab his wrist. Moving his arm away from his eyes, he looks at me questioningly.

“I didn’t start the timer yet.”

“You’re torturing me!”

“Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying it.”

He frowns, and I pull my phone from my pocket. I put the timer up, drop the phone on the bed, and hover my finger over the large green circle to start.

“Ready?” I ask.

He nods, so I press the button, then lean down again to lick his nipple. This time he’s prepared, and he doesn’t makea sound, but his body still jerks. When I’d thought of playing this game with him, a game I completely made up, by the way, I considered my best plan of action. I had a feeling I could make him come if I went right to sucking his dick for the full two minutes. But where is the fun in that?

Torturing him, as he called it, is better. So I’m going to take it slow. Tease him. Let him think it won’t be so bad. Maybe I’ll do this for two or three rounds before I go all out.

I slowly lick my way across to the other nipple, then place open-mouthed kisses along each of his ribs. His body moves against my mouth, but outside of his breathing increasing, he doesn’t make any sounds. My mouth never goes below his waist before the timer buzzes, which makes him jump.

“Look at that,” I say. “Not even one drink.”

“You were just being nice.” I grin as he sits up, gesturing away from the bed. “Get undressed. It’s my turn.”

I like him when he’s bossy. I get naked and get into place. His bed is warm, and it smells just like him. Setting the timer, I put my phone on the bed beside me.

“Press start whenever you’re ready,” I tell him.

He sits back on his calves, looking at me from head to toe.

“I can’t decide where I want to start.”

“For some reason, I thought you’d be shy in bed.”

He raises a brow. “Why?”

“First impressions.”

“I was nervous,” he grouses.

“You’re not now?” I ask.

“I am, it’s just… different.” He shrugs.

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