Page 41 of For Real

“It’s okay.” Toby’s voice was smoky from yelling, but so gentle, so very gentle. “You can.”

I couldn’t. I couldn’t. The pleasure was tearing me to shreds.

I struggled to breathe.

To not disappoint him.

Couldn’t stop the tears. Or maybe that was just the light.

Toby’s eyes were a blur of blue forever.

But I did it. I held back, though it felt like dying.

Because he’d said I could, and—right then—I believed him, and it was all I needed. And he held me while I gasped and sobbed and didn’t come.

Afterwards came a deep silence, nothing but our skin and slowly steadying breath. A paradox of fulfilment and frustration, and I never wanted it to end.

He did at last untangle us, though when he undid the belt and released my wrists, I groaned, for freedom just then was perilously close to loss. He tucked himself around me, and rubbed my arms until some of the stiffness eased.

“Laurie?”

“Yes?”

“Uh, do you really like those books over there? Like, are they valuable?”

I blinked through moisture-heavy lashes. “Well, sentimentally, perhaps. Why?”

“I kind of…” He picked at a bit of fluff on the carpet. “I kind of…projectile ejaculated all over them.”

Sore or not, I pulled him into a hug and laughed myself breathless against the side of his neck.

“It’s not funny. Have you got a tissue or something?”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Let’s go to bed.”

* * *

It was strange, after what we’d just done, to gather ourselves and go about the very ordinary business of getting ready to sleep. Toby got me a glass of water—which I had no idea I needed, but drank almost in one go—and I got him a spare toothbrush. He watched me see to my laundry. I watched him futilely attempt to comb the tangles from his hair.

It was banal.

It was intimate.

And while I was turning off the hall light, Toby—still naked and minty-fresh—flew past me, dived into bed, and snugged himself up in the duvet until there was only his head poking out. He gave his happy little purr. “I missed your bed.”

“I knew you were after something.” I yanked a corner of the duvet free and climbed in next to him. My shoulders throbbed. I was going to pay for tonight, but I wouldn’t regret it.

“I missed you.” He rolled over and curled into a tight little ball. “Hold me like you did last time.”

“Whatever your highness desires.”

He laughed and wriggled into my arms, curving himself into the space of my body that seemed designed to accommodate his.

My poor cock twitched pathetically, and I stifled a whimper of thwarted longing.

“Wow, you’re…really hard. And hot.”

“No shit, Junior.”

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