Page 40 of Psychotic Obsession
He stares down at my mouth, his bottom lip between his teeth. He moves his hand away, sits up, and pulls down his shorts, the hard, impressive muscle between his legs hanging free. "I'm going to fuck your mouth now, okay?"
Tobias doesn't give me a chance to move; he sets his knees on each side of my chest, his cock in his firm grip with his other hand woven through my hair, guiding my head until the tip presses against my lips. "Open that mouth for me."
Teasing him, I smile, shaking my head before I lick the swollen crown. He groans, his grip on my hair tightening.
Growling, he gulps as my tongue runs up the underside of his cock, watching his jaw tense when I reach the tip, savoring his precum.
"So beautiful," he says, biting down on his lip and sucking it in. His head falls back when I run my tongue up his length again, tracing the thick veins until I close my mouth over him. "Fuck, Aria."
Rolling my wet tongue around the swollen tip, I suck lightly, popping it back out of my mouth once more, making him huff in frustration. I try to reachup to grab him, but he snatches my wrist, his other hand still in my hair. "No. I want you to touch yourself."
I feel the butterflies return, the ones that have me soaked between my legs. "Again?" I ask, and he nods, easing forward while my lips are parted, the tip touching my teeth. "You're impossible to please," I say against the warm flesh, opening my mouth for him once more.
"Impossible?" He tilts his head and pushes his hips forwards, inch by inch, and I swallow him until he hits the back of my throat, making my eyes water as I gag. "I'll be satisfied when you stop talking, Doctor," he growls, and I narrow my eyes as he smirks downat me.
Using the grip on my hair to control my movements, he slides his thick cock down my tongue, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust.
I continually gag, my core already needing him again. He releases my wrist, and I do as I'm told, reaching down betweenmy legs while I suck on his head. The saltiness on my tongue makes me hum in approval, the vibrations of my mouth causing his eyes to roll.
I plunge two fingers into my wetness, making me suck harder on his crown, swirling my tongue around the head before I swallow him again. My arousal coats my fingers as I circle them over my clit. It's an erotically foreign feeling, pleasuring myself while Tobias thrusts deeper into my mouth, grunting, swearing, his eyes screwed shut as his leg muscles tense.
I spread my legs wider, using both of my hands now to touch myself, Tobias still on his knees above me, rolling his hips erratically. "Fucking... You're..." He struggles with his words, my eyes watering as I stare up at him losing control, blowing out his cheeks as his movements become sloppier, my mouth slippery with saliva.
My eyes flutter closed as I start to feel myself building, the tension in my spine returning in full force. With my thighs crashing together, I moan with him still deep in my mouth. Tobias leans back and forces my legs open, pulling my head with one last thrust, moaning my name repeatedly as his cock stays buried to the hilt, making me gargle as I feel his salty cum runs down my throat.
I lose myself then, my walls contracting around my fingers as Tobias watches me fall apart.
"It wasn't too rough,was it?"
With us both lying on our sides, facing each other, Tobias' fingertips explore my body, running up and down my ribs. I shake my head, licking my lips as I stare at his face. His dimplesare deep, his eyes a light shade of blue,almostgrey. Although his hair is a mess right now, he's still fuckable, handsome, even.
"I didn't pull your hair too hard?"
Shaking my head again, I reach up to run my fingers through his brown locks. "I liked it.”
He hums deeply, rubbing a palm up and down my arm, wrapping it around my waist to pull me flush against him. He gives me a soft kiss on the lips and presses his forehead to mine. "When do you leave?"
I don’t want to have this discussion with Tobias. I dodged it as much as I could. Although it has only been a few weeks, I do think I'll miss him. Why do I feel emotional at the thought of leaving?
"Next week," I say, hooking my leg over his hip. "My flight's on Thursday night."
"I tried to help," he says, tucking a strand behind my ear before running his palm up my thigh, stopping at my knee on his side. "Doctor Blythe didn't budge."
"I know. I'm sorry."
The corner of his lip tugs up, and he settles his head closer to me on the pillow. "You don't need to say sorry, Aria. It's going to suck when you go, though."
Teasingly, I lean forward and kiss the side of his throat, licking the skin until I reach his earlobe, biting down playfully. "Will you miss me?" I whisper, his body tensing as I reach down to grab his semi hard-on in a firm grip, slowly pumping him in my palm. "Because I might just miss you."
He buries his head in the crook of my neck, running his palm up my spine and grabbing the nape of my neck. When his wet kisses press against my flushed skin, I moan, feeling his lips trail up my jawline until he reaches my lips, instantly diving into a deep, passionate kiss.
I gasp as his free hand drops between my legs, pushing a finger inside me easily. I feel him throb in my hand as I bite down on his bottom lip, tugging it until it snaps back into place. "So wet for me again," he groans before shoving his tongue into my mouth, both tilting our heads to deepen the kiss. Breathlessly, he pulls back for a second. "I need you, Aria," he admits, taking deep breaths as we look into each other's eyes before roughly kissing again.
We stay in this position, consuming each other in every way possible. I'm stuck in a seductive trance I never want to break free from.
Tobias eventually shifts us so he's hovering above me, still knuckle-deep as he curls his fingers, his thumb moving side to side on my clit, making me drop incoherent words against his parted lips.
Pumping his cock in my hand, twisting my wrist when I reach the tip, I feel his head bulge as I smear his precum with my thumb.
