Page 54 of Waiting on Life
“You’re so beautiful,” Toby murmured, digging his fingers into my scalp. “I don’t understand how I’m the first person to see it.”
The words were sleepy and soft, and I was certain he was dreaming, but still he held me. If I died in this moment, I would be happy, because Toby made me feel special. I snuggled in, the hairs on his chest tickling my cheek. I had nowhere else I wanted to be. I only wish Toby didn’t have to—
I jerked upright as I noticed the sun’s rays streaming through the curtains—way too bright to be five. I glanced over at the clock on the bedside table. Holy shit, it was getting close to nine.
“Toby, it’s late. We have to hurry.”
He pulled me back down, tucking me to his side. “Off today. Decided I wanted to spend it with you, so I called and told Scott he was in charge. Now turn off the fucking light, shut up, and go back to sleep.”
I chuckled. “That’s not the light. It’s the sun.”
He bolted out of bed and locked his gaze on the clock. “Nine? Aw, shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
He turned and smiled at me. “I wanted to spend the day with you. Can’t very well do that if we’re lounging around in bed.”
Oh, we so could. I was comfortable and warm and had the most amazing man in the world beside me. I reached up to pull him down. “I don’t see a problem with it.”
He twisted away and stood, in all his naked glory. “No, we’re going out. I’m thinking breakfast first, then maybe we can go to the botanical gardens or the museum or…” He turned and regarded me with amusement. “What would you like to do today?”
I pulled him back down on the bed. “This is the only thing I want,” I assured him, reaching for his flaccid cock.
“If you think sex is going to distract me, you’ve picked the wrong guy.” He thumped a hand against his chest. “Will of iron.”
His shaft hardened in my hand. “And a cock of steel,” I teased.
All his attempts to brush my hands away were met with a quick switching of the one grabbing him for the other, which latched on immediately. Finally, after getting in a few good strokes, he relented and flopped down on the bed, his arms and legs spread wide.
“You win.”
I licked my lips. “Always do.”
The first taste of his cock ruined me for any other man. It burst with flavors, both bold and delicate. He grunted and pushed up a little, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I opened my mouth wide and took him deep.
“Ooh,fuck,” he groaned, reaching down and putting a hand atop my head.
That led to step two in my master plan. I opened my throat and took him all the way to the root. Good thing about learning to control your gag reflex was that guys never knew what the hell had hit them. If I thought Toby was going to be one of those who were shocked into silence, I was wrong. He locked both hands around my neck and pushed up into my throat.
“Fuck, you are so goddamn good at that. Take it deep again,” he groaned, pushing in to the hilt.
Toby fucked my mouth in slow, measured strokes. Most guys upon finding out I could deepthroat went crazy, but not Toby. Yes, he pulled my head down to bury his cock deep inside me, but he also gave me time to breathe. It was as though every fiber in him was tightly locked into this mode where he needed to be in complete control.
We couldn’t have that now, could we?
I did my best to up my game. I reached up and cupped his balls in one hand, and with the other, I searched for his nipple. Now I know a lot of guys think it’s weird to play with their nips, but I’ve discovered that when you’re aroused, the link between cock and tit is a straight line. I gave that thick bud a tweak and Toby gasped, which was music to my ears.
Why was I doing this? I wanted him to lose control. I wanted him to pin me down on the bed and fuck me. It had taken me years of therapy to get back to this point, and I needed to be sure Toby knew I wasn’t fragile and going to break if he touched me wrong.
“Kyle….”
My name was a breathy pant, but the grip on my head tightened just a bit. If he thought I was going to give up, he was sadly mistaken. I nudged his legs, and dutifully he lifted them up. It was the perfect position for what I was going to do next. I slid off his dick a moment before I reached down and spread his asscheeks, then dove in tongue-first.
“Holy mother of fuck!” he shouted.
That’s my boy.I leaned back and grinned at him. “Problem?”
Knowing I was the first guy he was with, unless he found a really kinky girl, I doubted Toby had ever been rimmed. Too many men thought it was too faggy and refused to try. I’d had several who said they’d never do it, but after I licked them the first time, they begged for me not to stop. Sure, I might be the ditzy twink, but I had the power to bring the strongest of men down.
