Page 63 of On the Run
“You’re also good at decidedly un-murder-y things. And you might recall providing me with a comprehensive list of sexual fantasies the other day. I believe a blow job was discussed, for starters.”
For starters.Yeah, I remembered that list in great detail, specifically the part that had involved me fucking him, which was something we hadn’t done yet this week. My dick started to swell despite the cool water.
“You got my attention.” I coasted a hand down over the ass of those tiny red shorts and held him in place so I could stroke myself against him. “Tell me more.”
He tugged my hair to get better access to the tendon at the side of my neck and bit down gently. “I’m more of a show-er than a tell-er, baby. Come see.” He spun away from me and headed for the stairs.
I narrowed my eyes. Up to this point, Toby had mostly directed our sexual encounters, which had been totally fine with me. More than fine.Somuch more than fine. His confidence and take-charge attitude had givenmeconfidence. But today, I felt the need to remind him that I had a few tricks up my sleeve, as well, and I always tried to listen to my instincts.
I caught him when he was about to put his foot on the bottom step and lifted him from behind with one arm around his chest.
“Sweet Jesus, Beale! What the hell are you—?”
“It’s all coming back to me now.” I ran a hand from his chest to his abs, then down over the front of his bathing suit. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and bucked against my hold. “I’m remembering there was a pool-related component to the fantasy list.”
“W-we don’t have supplies,” he said weakly. “We should—”
“Take advantage of the contractors not coming until this afternoon and enjoy some more time in nature? Someone once told me you were Outdoorsy Barbie.” I delved my fingers into his bathing suit and stroked his length. “I couldn’t agree more.”
It only took a couple of strokes before his entire body melted back against me like butter in the hot sun.
“Oh, fuck, Beale.Fuck, that’s so good.”
I nudged him onto his hands and knees on the stairs, with his lower legs still in the water. “Look at you, already half-hard for me. That cannot be comfy in those shorts. Let me help you out.”
“Wait, wait, nothere. Not in the—”
I had his suit pulled down in what I thought was record time considering how fucking tight it was, and since it was right there in front of my face, just begging for attention, I bit his ass cheek lightly.
“—pool,” he finished weakly. He gave me a look over his shoulder like he wasn’t quite sure who I was anymore, and I grinned because I liked keeping him on his toes. Or his hands and knees, as the case might be.
I grabbed his bountiful,exceptionalass with both hands, spreading his cheeks, and then I teased his hot hole with my tongue over and over.
“Oh, holy fuck,” he moaned. “Holy fuck. You’re… you… How?Gah.”
Yeah, I definitely enjoyed this side of Toby.
“You remember we do have the internet here, right, baby?” I laughed lightly, making him moan again. “And that I might be a virgin, but I’m not atotalvirgin.”
“Mmmph.” Toby shot me a glare over his shoulder. “Less talky-talky, Goodman. If you’re gonna do a job, do it—oh,good God.”
I laughed again. I’d sort of wondered if this was a thing I’d be any good at, or if I’d even enjoy it, back when it had been a theoretical thing—something that happened to other people on the opposite side of a laptop screen. Hearing Toby’s loud groans, watching him pound the side of his fist against the concrete, feeling him push back against my tongue, it felt profoundlyrightto be able to do this for him, to give this tightly controlled man a moment of uninhibited freedom.
I pushed my thumb against his rim as I licked at him and imagined how it would feel when it was my dick pushing inside him instead. The thought was so fucking exciting I felt my cock pulse in my shorts.
“Want to fuck you,” I told him. “Shit, Toby. Wanna be inside you so bad.”
“Y-yeah. Yes. Yeah. Do it,” he ground out, spreading his knees wider. I spit on his hole so I could push two fingers inside him along with my tongue, stretching him further. He’d let me finger him before—in fact, because Toby was Toby, he’d practically drawn me a map to his prostate—but this time when I hit it, he let out a wail so long and keening, it startled the birds from the trees.
“Fuck, yes. More. Come on, Beale.Please. Do it.” He balanced himself on one hand so he could jerk himself with the other.
But Toby was right—we needed supplies, including vast amounts of lube at the very least, for me to take him, so that was going to have to wait a minute… but Toby couldn’t.
I reached around him and knocked his hand out of the way so I could wrap one hand around his length while I worked his ass with the other. He stutter-moaned, and the sound ricocheted through me, setting up an ache in my balls.
He was one hundred percent mine in that moment, and it was a fucking heady feeling.Thiswas what had been missing from every sexual encounter in my past. The feeling of being open and vulnerable with someone, the absolute knowledge that they were open and vulnerable to me. This was the feeling I’d never expected to find outside of my soul mate, the thing I’d never been able to articulate because I hadn’t experienced it.
And I still wouldn’t have, if not for Toby.
