Page 175 of The Substitute
“Stand up.” He helps me get to my feet before pressing his face into my groin, tongue snaking out to lick my tip.
“Oh, fuck!” I am not going to last long.
Savage tucks his fingers into the straps of my jock, pulling it down while he nips at my hip.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” I say as he wraps his lips around my head.
“I never asked you to?—”
“Ambrose?” Tobi calls. “Savage?”
Tobi pulls open the door as I jump back. There is no amount of scrambling that will make up for the sight in front of him or explain away what this is.
FIFTY-THREE
TOBI
My phone buzzes against my leg, and since I’m expecting a message from Savage or Ambrose, I pick it up.
Teddy: Brosy left earl-ly wuts up w that
What? I need someone to teach Teddy to text asap.
Tobi: What do you mean?
Teddy:
That could not have been less helpful!
Tobi: Can you please use real words?
Teddy: I secretly txt u frm bench on out.
Teddy: tween ?
Teddy: trust no 1
Teddy: warned
Rhys has got to find a way to block those conspiracy theory websites.
My phone buzzes, and this time, it’s Rhys.
Rhys: We are on some kind of weird time out because Ambrose collapsed. (They don’t know why) and then Savage followed him out.
What the fuck is happening?!
Tobi: What?! Why?
Rhys: I don’t know
Fuck fuck fuck fuck!
Rhys: Because they are step-brothers is what they are telling us. But I don’t buy it.
Tobi: Were your teams fighting again?
Teddy: 411
