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I nod because I get it. Things with Theo are easy. They have been since the very first moment, even if things were a little tense during our first date.

He leans over me, tapping the button on the phone to start the time. Then his green eyes meet mine, his lips hovering right above mine.

“I’m not as nice as you are,” he says just before crawling downward and swiping his tongue over the crown of my cock.

I lift my hips but grit my teeth and don’t make a sound.

“Didn’t expect you to be,” I grumble.

This is going to be a lot harder than I thought. When did he learn how to suck a dick? What he did last time wasn’t awful. For his first time, it was good, but you’d never think this was only his second time, unless…

“Have you been sucking dick or something?” I ask, lifting up on my elbows.

He lifts off me, scowling. “For that, I’m counting it as a sound. So, drink.” He jabs a finger at the bottle, and I think of arguing it, but my comment was a little rude. So I grab the bottle and take a swig. When his mouth comes back around me, sucking on the very tip, I groan accidentally.

Fuck.

He smirks as I reach for the bottle to take another swallow. How the hell is he winning right now?

Thankfully, I make it through the rest of the time without any mishaps. When we switch positions, I say, “I’m not taking it easy on you this time.”

He grins. “Give me your best.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Theodore

I’m in for it this time. I went all out, taking his dick right into my mouth, making him take two shots. His eyes tell me he’s competitive. Well, so am I. Though this is fun, it’s still a game and I always play to win. I never got to compete in sports as a kid. It’s not what Beaumonts do. For years, I wished I could be out on the football field or on the ice. I wanted to be part of a team, to help them win, to fight to win. It never happened. As I got older, the opportunities to do so were fewer and fewer. My drive never went away, I just learned to ignore it.

I didn’t have to fight for my future. Dad was giving me the business.

I didn’t have to fight for a wife. She was handed to me.

But this? Though it’s just a game, something about being able to be myself around Tobias has that drive coming back full force.

I want to win this.Iwillwin this.

Even if he drives me crazy. Even if he makes me come. I will not make a peep.

I settle on my back, focusing on my breathing and ignoring the way he’s smirking at me.

“You’re the definition of smug,” I comment.

“I’m about to be.”

“You’re not going to win this.”

“We’ll see.” He presses his body over me, running his nose along my jaw before nipping at my earlobe. “You haven’t had my mouth around your cock yet.”

“Fuck,” I grit out, my body tensing.

Tobias chuckles as he sits back, looking down at my dick with hunger in his eyes.

I’ve had my dick sucked before, many times. Marianne isn’t the only person I’ve been with. I hooked up with girls in high school like most of the other guys, and oral was always quicker than sex. Simpler too. Less risk—of pregnancy and attachment. I can handle getting my dick sucked by Tobias. He can’t be that much better than a woman, right? Maybe I can even hold out for two minutes and not come. Probably not, but I can hope.

I should have jerked off before he came over…

Tobias gets his phone set, pressing the button and dropping the phone to the bed. Then he leans down, and I brace for his hot mouth around my dick, but that’s not what happens. He runs his nose along the side, inhaling deeply and groaning.

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