Page 66 of The Substitute
I don’t knock when I get there, slipping into his room to find him curled up in bed.
“You don’t look so good,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss him.
“It’s been a really long month.” He sighs into my lips, and we linger there, half-hovering over him, until my body starts to complain.
I slip in behind him and wrap around him. “I can tell,” I whisper into the back of his neck.
He sighs and leans into me. “I’m tired of feeling like shit.”
“I’m going to do something for you to help you sleep. You don’t have to do anything in return.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m going to get you off.” I slip a hand around his hip and under his shirt to brush over his abs. “If that’s okay. I know we haven’t done much, but I want to make you feel good.”
“Fuck! Are you sure?” His entire body freezes.
“I’ve been thinking about it the entire flight. Why wouldn’t I be sure?” And the truth is I’ve been desperate to touch him.
“Because—fuck—I don’t know. You haven’t tried to before… I thought you just wanted to be friends.”
I blink. “Excuse me?”
“We haven’t really done much…” Tobi trails off.
“We’ve taken things slow because I know this is all new to you, but I very much want you, and I want to make you feel good.” I skim my fingers along his waistband. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No! I just?—”
“Talk to me.” I pull back and force him to his back so he’ll look me in the eyes.
“Do you just want me to feel good so you’re going to, you know—” He shrugs.
“I said I want you to feel good. Is getting you off a problem?” I’m confused.
“You said I don’t have to return anything.” He frowns, but I still can’t figure out what the issue is.
“I would never expect anything in return. I’m doing this because I can’t stop thinking about touching you and I want to make you feel good.” I’m beginning to wonder if he’s really this oblivious. How can he not see himself?
He drags his teeth over his lip. “Do you only want to touch me because you’re not attracted to me, so you don’t want me to touch you?”
I look at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “I would not be touching you if I wasn’t into you. You’re hot as fuck. Why else would I be thinking about this all day? I only said you don’t have to do anything in return so you don’t feel obligated.”
“Oh.”
“You can touch me as you see fit, but I am making you come.” I brush my lips across his jaw.
Tobi groans.
I move to settle back in behind him, but he stops me. “What?”
“Can I face you so I can watch and touch you too?”
“Of course.”
We readjust, and I return to teasing and kissing him.
I dip my fingers into his waistband and tug it down. His eyes go wide as the backs of my fingers brush over his hard-on. I love the way he reacts to me.
