Page 101 of The Substitute
“You know this is torture, right?” I grumble.
“Making me come is torture?” he says lightheartedly.
“No, not knowing is torture.”
“How is it torture?” Tobi seems skeptical.
“It’s all I’m going to think about.”
“So you do overthink! Finally, something that makes you normal.”
“Because I hate not knowing things? That makes me normal?” I try to figure out how that is so.
“Like you go over and over it in your mind and become obsessed, wondering what it might be, and if it’s bad. It’s a part of anxiety.”
I chuckle, grinding against him a little. “No, it annoys the shit out of me because I’m a nosy bastard, and when it comes to you, I want to know how your headspace is so I can help.”
“Well, you suck.”
“I do suck.” I wiggle my brows. “But not in the way you want.”
“I wish you were doing a lot more sucking and a lot less talking.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. More orgasms, less talking, please.”
“I’m going to make you talk later.”
“Fine, but right now, I just want to forget.” He closes his eyes, and in the low light of my room, he looks angelic with his dirty blond curls spread over the pillow. He really has no idea how beautiful he is.
“How shall I make you come, baby girl?” I ask, slowly pushing my hands under his shirt to lift it.
He half-sits, helping me. “I want you to fuck me until I don’t know my name.”
I pause at his words, sliding off his jeans while I decide how I’m going to approach this. “I can fuck you into oblivion with my fingers.” I skim up the inside of his now bare thighs, hoping that distracts him enough.
“No, I want your cock inside me.” He looks me in the eyes as he says it, backing me into a corner.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“You promised me coming until I pass out!”
“There are plenty of ways to make you come without it.”
“But I want it.” He’s hurt.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea tonight.”
“Why not?” he whines. “I know you like it, and I’m sure it’s what you’ve been waiting for since you’ve been purposefully taking your time because I’m so inexperienced.”
“I’m not waiting for anything. I’ve enjoyed every second of taking our time to get to know each other’s bodies.” I never want him to feel like that.
“But you like sex?” He’s so stuck on this virginity thing, and since I know, I can’t make this his moment.
“I do like sex, and we’ve been having lots of it, and we’re going to have more tonight.” I wink, trying to break the tension.
He glares. “By sex, I mean penetration.”
