Page 51 of Waiting on Life
“He likes having you here.” He swallowed hard. “I’ve never had anyone in this bed before,” he said, his voice barely rising above a whisper. “My relationships all pretty much soured before we ever got to this point.”
There was an ache even I could hear. “Well, I’m comfortable, so if you want me out of this bed, you’ll have to carry me back to my place.” I squeezed his bicep. “I’m not leaving, Toby. Not unless you tell me to.”
“I can’t see that happening,” he said softly.
That was the moment Waldo chose to jump off the bed and make a mad dash out the door.
I grinned as I leaned in and kissed Toby. He whimpered and put a hand on my neck, pulling me closer. I had to admit, I was surprised when he opened for me, because guys generally didn’t do that. They wanted to be all controlling and domineering. Sure, sometimes it was hot, but there were others that I wanted something soft and gentle. This time, Toby let me choose how we’d kiss, and as I licked his lips, I ran a hand over his chest.
Let me tell you, this was the first man I knew I could never get enough of.
“I wanna see your dragon,” I whispered to him.
He nodded, his breath coming in pants. “Sure, okay.”
We both made quick work of our briefs, and I got my first look at Toby’s long, thick, amazingly gorgeous cock. The dragon wasn’t what I was expecting. Given the rest of his ink, I was figuring it would be hard—no pun—and angry. Instead of scales, though, it had feathers, and it… smiled.
“I thought it was going to be fierce.”
He shook his head. “I thought about it, but I realized—well, hoped—I wouldn’t be the only one who’d see it, and did I want someone getting scared off because of my dick?” He sighed. “I wish I had never gotten it.”
But he shouldn’t have regretted it. The thing was a work of art. Whoever did it knew their stuff. The feathers seemed almost real, and the eyes were like small diamonds. This was something that you wanted to pet, and I had to stifle a giggle at that thought.
“I think it’s amazing,” I whispered.
“You… you can touch it, if you want.”
Oh, I truly did want. I reached out and wrapped my hand around the stiffening shaft.
Toby sucked in a breath and bit back a moan.
“Is this okay?”
“O-oh y-yes.”
I kept my movements slow and light, not the least bit interested in getting him off as I was in showing him that I enjoyed touching him.
“K-Kyle, please.”
“What? What do you want me to do?”
If I had thought he was going to beg me to let him come, I was mistaken.
“Kiss me?”
I crawled up and straddled him again, his cock pressing into my crack. I leaned down and kissed him, allowing him to do what he wanted. For a few moments, he lay there, the sheets wrapped in his hands. Then he let go of them and brought his hands to my hips, where he gripped me tight.
Again, this was like nothing I’d ever had before. It wasn’t shove it in, wiggle it around a bit, shoot your load, and get out. Toby didn’t insist—he seemed happy with whatever I gave him. I surrendered control to him, and he didn’t abuse it or demand more. He simply took what I offered and worked with it.
He lifted me off him and dropped me onto the bed. A moment later, his body covered mine as he leaned in and kissed my throat. He grunted when our dicks rubbed together, and rutted against me a bit.
“The things you do to me,” he growled in my ear.
“The things I want you to do to me,” I replied, but mine was a breathy whisper.
“Are you okay with this? I can stop if you want.”
“No, please. I don’t want you to stop.”
