Page 74 of Tobias

He looks up, smiling like he's won the lottery. It takes a second for me to remember the sound. Therewasa sound… but it wasn’t me, was it? By the look on his face, it sure was, but it sounded so… pathetic.

“Drink,” he says.

With a sigh, I grab the bottle and take a sip, keeping my eyes on him.

Tobias nuzzles his nose against my balls, causing my dick to pulse and pre-cum to pour from the slit. I feel like I’m going to combust. My dick is going to explode any second, and all from him running his sexy nose along my shaft and balls. Gripping me at the base, he swipes his tongue along the tip, gathering up my pre-cum and moaning.

“You taste good,” he says with his lips pressed against my shaft.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Don’t come. Please, do not fucking come.

Coming doesn’t mean I lose. We can still play the game, but… he’s so in control down there while I’ve been teetering on the edge since he told me to get naked.

I focus on anything other than him, though I can’t peel my eyes away. I can’t stop looking at the way his tongue drags along my dick and the way his fingers look wrapped around me. I never thought seeing a guy touching my dick would be so fucking hot, but it’s way better than a woman. Something about the rugged way he does it. With confidence. Becausehe’s also had a dick his whole life and knows what to do with it. I think that’s why I was so comfortable with him the other day. There’s something about him that calms my soul. He makes it easy to be myself without worry, and that is so important in a relationship. Clearly he went into this game wanting me to have a heart attack. He’s not playing nice.

My fingers itch to run through his hair, scrape at his scalp. I’d love nothing more than to force him to swallow my dick and come right down his throat. I want to make him choke on it while he gasps for air, shoves at my hips, begging for me to let him up, but I won’t because I want him to feel it. The timer goes off, and I let out a sigh of relief, but Tobias doesn’t stop. His hot tongue runs down the underside of my dick, and he sucks one of my balls into his mouth, tonguing it.

“Fuck, Tobias…” I groan. “It’s yo—fuck!” He tugs at the skin of my balls with his teeth. It doesn’t hurt, but I wasn’t expecting it. When I look at him, he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“You didn’t come.”

“No shit,” I pant. “Get up here.”

We switch spots again, only before I get between his legs, I grab the bottle of lube from my end table. Tobias raises a brow, and I hold it up.

“Is this against the rules?”

“Nope.” He rolls his lips between his teeth. “But just know I grew up with a sister and paper-thin walls. I got used to coming silently.”

“Good to know. But at this point, I’m not in it for the quiet. I’m in it for your cum.” I grin cockily at him. “Before I start, do you have an issue with things in your ass?”

I see the surprise in his eyes, and the slight twitch of his brows. He’s good at keeping a straight face, but notthatgood.

“No issue with it,” he says.

That’s it. That’s all he says. He doesn’t tell me not to shove my dick in there. It’s not what I was planning to do, but I expected him to at least tell me not to. Maybe Tobias likes being fucked. That turns me on almost as much as thinking about him fucking me… Which I really wish he would do already.

I’d think most men in my position would be worried about it, but I almost feel like I’ve done it already, with all the dreams I’ve had. They’re so vivid and satisfying but all they do is make me want more. I want to be fucked,hard—specifically by Tobias. I’m growing fond of him. I like spending time with him. If only he’d be willing to try a relationship, I’d be willing to take a bigger risk in telling my family.

I’ve always been a relationship type of guy. This whole wedding mess with Marianne doesn’t mean I don’t want to get married, I just want to settle down with the right person. It’s a big step and I don’t want it to be a mistake or a regretbecause it’s too much to get out of later on. Divorce is easy these days, but not for my family. Divorcing Marianne would be worse than not marrying her at all.

I press the start button, then open the bottle of lube and squeeze it with both hands, drizzling it all over his thick cock, balls, thighs, and lower stomach. I wish it were chocolate sauce so I could lick it off. I’m tempted, but the lube won’t taste good. I should have licked his abs first…

“Remind me to add chocolate syrup to my shopping list,” I say, causing him to smile.

I toss the bottle, not even closing it, but that’s a problem for later. I rub my hands all over his lower stomach, loving how firm he is. I go around his cock, over his thighs. My hands glide easily, and when I come back up, I wrap both hands around his dick and squeeze. He takes a deep breath, hips rising from the bed. Stroking him slowly, I take in the way his stomach clenches, nipples harden, and fingers dig into the sheets. He may be quiet, but he’s making so much goddamn noise with his body. It’s driving me insane.

I let go of him with one hand, dragging my finger down the seam of his sac and press down on his taint. His head presses back into the pillows as his arm comes over his face. I see his skin dent where he sinks his teeth into his forearm. He’s struggling to stay quiet. That’s good enough for me.

I slide my finger down more, grazing his puckered hole. He’s hairy over here and I love it. It's masculine and sexy. There is a slight dusting of hair on his chest, but his legs, thighs, and pubic area are full. It’s manly and rugged and turns me the fuck on.

Though being with a man is much different because of the anatomy, it’s not all that different from what I’m used to. I know how to tease, I know how to turn someone on. I know how to fuck. I can pull out all those same tricks, modify them slightly, and drive Tobias insane. I’ve never had complaints in the bedroom, and I won’t start now.

I add some pressure with my finger, barely breaching his hole, but then I pull away and slide back up. His chest lowers as he lets out a breath. Bringing both hands back to his dick, I slide them up and down slowly, twisting my hands in opposite directions. I feel like a porn star.

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