Page 146 of The Substitute
“God fucking damn a motherfucking bitch!”
This is the biggest bunch of bullshit.
Am I being punished? Is that what’s happening? This feels like a personal attack on my sanity.
“Hey, man, you locked out?” A guy I’ve seen around the building walks up and holds his key up.
Please please please please please please.
Green!
“Fuck yeah!” I clap him on the shoulder and open the door. “Thanks, bro, I don’t know what’s going on with my key.”
“No problem, man.” He gives me a chin tilt and heads to the other side of the building as I go to the elevator. I want to sprint, but I force myself to walk like a normal person.
The damn thing is full of people when it opens, and I’m pretty sure my grin looks deranged as I wait for people to leave since they start hurrying, but I don’t care. Tobi is fucking waiting.
I’m one floor away from mine when it stops.
“No!” Seriously. What the fuck is happening tonight?
Some dude I’ve never seen gives me a chin lift and steps on, hitting a button a few floors up. The doors start to close when there’s a shout down the hall.
“Hold up!”
It’s all I can do not to strangle the stranger who pushes against the doors to open them again. I’m going to explode if one more person or inanimate object slows me down.
Another guy gets on, talking nonstop with a stupid fucking grin on his face while I’m trying not to rip my hair out. Great. Love this for me.
Finally. Fucking finally, the doors open on my floor, and I run to my door. I probably look like I’ve lost the plot, but I just can’t be fucked to care. The door is locked because of course it is, and I fight with the key to let me in. The fucker doesn’t want toturn, and I swear to fuck if this key breaks off in the lock, I will break this door down.
I force myself to take a deep breath and try again. This time it turns, and I’m in.
Clive is in the living room and opens his mouth to say something, but I flip him off as I stride past. I’ll apologize later.
Unlocking the door to our room, I slip inside and only open the door as much as I have to. No one else gets to see Tobi like this.
I’m panting, sweat is dotting my hairline, and I’m staring at red cheeks and a nervous smile. He’s huddled under his blanket and not ass up, which is disappointing.
“What took you so long?”
I groan. “Everything was out to get me tonight.” Reaching for the lapels of my jacket, I start to slide it off, but he makes a noise, so I freeze.
“Can you leave it on?” The words are quiet, but I hear them. He’s piqued my curiosity.
“Really?”
“Yes.” He sits up and lets the blanket fall away, exposing his skin, and I lick my lip. I want to taste every inch of him.
With determination fighting his nerves, he crawls off the bed and kneels on the floor, completely bare.
“You are so fucking sexy.” I rub my palm down my cock to relieve the ache.
“I want you to use my mouth while you wear that suit.”
His words make me freeze as images bombard me. My cock stretching his lips, his eyes on me while I thrust into his mouth and take what I want from him.
“Please?” he fidgets with his fingers, and I realize I haven’t said anything, just stared at him.
