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I was a little offended when he asked if I’ve been sucking dick. Why? Because it feels good? Because I’m not terrible at it? Doesn’t mean I’ve been sleeping around… damn. I go back to his hole, this time I push my finger in up to the knuckle. My own vision goes blurry at the thought of being buried inside him, of feeling his tight hole wrapped around me and milking my cock. Something tells me he likes to be in charge, even when he’s the one being fucked.

I like that. Fuck, I like that too much.

I stop to take a breath of my own, willing my dick to relax.

Pulling my finger out, I mean to bring it back to his dick. All I’m trying to do is tease him, but that’s not what happens. I slide it into him further, up to the second knuckle this time, my eyes wide with wonder as I watch his hole suck me in.

Fuck, he wants this.

He’s warm around my finger. Tight but soft. His breathing is heavier, but… still no sound. He’s stubborn. At this point, I don’t even care about the game. I just want to keep doing this. I pull out and slide back in, this time as far as I can go. The timer goes off, I flinch. Tobias grips my wrist before I can pull out of him so he can have his turn. He sits up halfway. resting on one elbow to look at me, his eyes dark with lust.

“Don’t you dare think about taking your finger out of me,” he growls.

My dick throbs so fucking hard I think I’m going to come.

“You started this, you’re going to finish it now,” he adds before lying back down.

Fuck. Yes.

The excitement wears off in about two seconds though, and instead here come the nerves. There’s a ton of pressure on me now, to make this man come when I’ve never made a man come this way. All I can do is try my best. He doesn’t want me to stop, and that has to mean something.

I tighten my grip on his dick, slowly sliding it up and down while I wiggle my finger inside him to loosen him up, wanting to add another eventually. It doesn’t take long before he’s clenched around two of my fingers, and I press deeper, feeling what I think is his prostate. I brush it and he groans.

“Yes, right there,” he pleads.

The tendons in his neck are standing out, his head mashed against the pillow. Every muscle of his body is tense, and I want to see this man lose control. I want to be the reason heloses control; the reason he questions everything. So, I press firmer on his prostate, stroking it while jerking his dick. I want to drag this out as long as I can, get him right on the edge. I want him to enjoy the pleasure I’m giving him for as long as possible.

“Theo… I’m close.”

His moans grow raspy and closer together, his hips moving up along with my hand. I love this, everything about it. Seeing this confident man like putty over my touch is amazing, but my God, I can’t wait to have him inside of me. A pulse of pre-cum oozes from the tip of his dick, and I lick it up, causing him to curse. When I stroke up, I squeeze the head of his cock before moving back down. He seems to like that. I keep up the pace, slowly and torturously bringing him to what will hopefully be an amazing orgasm.

“Come,” I whisper, knowing he wants to. Hell, I’m about to myself. My dick is so hard I’m fucking dizzy. “Come for me, Tobias.”

He grits his teeth, letting out a growl as his dick erupts, squirting cum like a fucking geyser. I milk him of every drop, and when he’s rung dry, I sit there, staring at how sexy he is covered in his own mess. Lube everywhere. Panting. Naked.

I pull my fingers from his ass, not wanting that to get weird. I move to get off the bed, but he grabs my wrist, tugging me on top of him to kiss me. He forces his tongue into my mouth, our chests glued together with his cum. Flipping us so he’s on top, he continues to kiss me while lifting off meslightly. I can’t tell what he’s doing, but when his slicked-up hand wraps around my cock, I know. I moan into his mouth over him using his cum to get me off.

It’ll be seconds before I erupt. I’ve been on edge for what feels like forever. A few strokes and I’m digging my fingers into his ribs and crying out his name as I add my cum to his. When I’m able to open my eyes, I find him staring down at me with a look I can’t begin to dissect. Something between awe, confusion, and… affection, maybe?

I smile up at him. “Good game.”

His laugh starts out slow, but soon it’s much richer and louder. He drops onto his back, letting out a long sigh.

“I totally made that up on the way here.”

“Fuck you. Seriously?” I gasp.

He turns his head to look at me, his eyes shining with humor.

This fucking guy…

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Tobias

We get up to shower. At least, that’s what I think we’re doing, only when we get into the bathroom, Theo gets everything ready but then tries to walk out.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

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