Page 113 of Wrangled

Toby held up his phone. “And now we play. Let’s see what it can do.”

“I’m guessing it vibrates.”

He chuckled. “Oh sweetheart, it does so much more than that. It has different vibration levels, sure, but it can also be activated by sound. I can even synch it to music—that isamazing, by the way—and there are different patterns of vibration.” His eyes gleamed. “But you know what I like most about it?”

“I’m sure you’re gonna tell me.” My muscles clamped around it, my stomach tense, awaiting whatever was coming.

“I can control it from across the room, sure, but I can also control it from a different location—a different state…”

I widened my eyes. “Internet?”

“You know it.”

I wet my lips. “That’s… diabolical.” Andoh my God, the possibilities…

And just like that, my mind veered away from the scene, and hurtled in a new direction.

We could play even when he’s in San Francisco.

My heart hammered, until reason took over.Don’t get your hopes up. Toby has a life in California, one you don’t figure in.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t cling to just the tiniest bit of hope.

Then Toby tapped his phone and a tingle went through my balls, a vibration inside me that made me ache, but it was a good ache, one that made me want more of it, that made me forget fantasies about the future.

“Fuck.”

He chuckled. “Well, I guess there really is no truth in advertising.” When I frowned, perplexed, he grinned. “Whisper-quiet, my ass.”

I don’t know how long he played with the different levels and patterns, stroking my cock as he slid his finger across the phone screen. I only knew that by the time he came to a stop, my dick was leaking pre-cum like a faucet.

Wait—he’s stopped.

It was a no-brainer something else was about to happen.

Panic stole over me. “You’re not going to take it out, are you?”

Toby smiled. “You like it.”

“Fuck yeah.”

“In fact, if I carried on playing, you’d probably come, right?”

Oh Lord.

He stroked my stomach with a soothing motion. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna leave it in—while you fuck me.”

Holy fuck.

“You can rest your legs for a moment.” Toby unbuttoned his shirt, taking his time, and I watched, rapt, as he removed it and tossed it to the floor. His jeans were next, and as he lowered the zipper, his dick stood to attention.

It took me a second or two to realize he was talking.

“I know you love getting your ass eaten—did Kevin ever get you to eat his?”

“No.” Asking him for permission to rim his hole had always felt wrong.

His eyes focused on me. “Want to try it?”

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