Page 52 of Waiting on Life
He smiled. “Good, I’m glad.”
Then he peppered kisses on my exposed skin, trailing down from my chest to my stomach. When I realized where he was heading, I gripped his shoulders.
“Stop. You don’t have to do that.”
He brushed my hands away. “I know. I want to.”
And with those words, my cock disappeared into his mouth.
Chapter Fifteen
Toby
“You’re going to have to be willing to suck him—you know that, right?”
Tammy’s words echoed in my head. I thought the taste of a cock would make me ill, but it was warm and sweet, like kissing Kyle. There was precum leaking, and it wasn’t gross at all. A little sticky, maybe.
“Toby, stop. Please.” His fears were easily heard in his voice.
I immediately stopped what I was doing and sat up to look at him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t—”
“You don’t have to do that. Let me suck you, okay?”
I was about to lay back and tell him to have at it, but there was something in his expression that… no. Oh, fuck no.
“No one ever blew you, did they?” I demanded. “What kind of rotten bastards were you with? This is something weshare, Kyle. I love the idea that you want to suck me, but guess what? I damn well wanna do it to you too.”
His lip quivered. “I thought….” He sniffled. “I thought if you let me suck you, you could still say you were straight and—”
“Okay, that is enough!” I got up, my boner having deflated quickly after seeing the fearful expression on his face.
He reached for my arm. “Toby, don’t go.”
“Not going anywhere,” I growled. “Getting comfortable so we can talk.”
I sat on my side of the bed, then manhandled him until he was beside me. I put an arm around his shoulder, wanting to ensure I held him tight.
“Spit it out. I want to know everything.”
He tried to pull away, but this time I wasn’t going to let him go. I wanted every dark and dirty detail he was hiding that made him think he wasn’t worthy of being loved.
“Unless you tell me we’re through, I’m not letting you go. Talk to me. Tell me what happened.”
With a sob, he collapsed against me. “I don’t want you to think I’m sick.”
“Nothing would ever make me think that.”
He barked out a laugh. “Don’t say that just yet. I haven’t told anyone except my therapist.”
That sent up a flag for me. “You don’t have to talk if you’d rather not. We can just stay here and enjoy each other’s company.”
He slid an arm around my chest. “Promise you won’t hate me.”
“No matter what you decide, I will never hate you. Tell me if you want, but if you don’t, then we never have to ever discuss it.”
He sighed and slumped against me. “Thank you. But you’re right, we need to clear the air. Just… don’t look at me, okay?”
“I won’t, I promise.”
