Page 67 of The Substitute
“You can touch me.” I trace over his cock using the thin fabric of his boxers to make him desperate before I ever have his cock out.
His hand slides up my arm. “Is this okay?”
“You can do whatever you want, baby girl.”
“Can you take this off?” Tobi’s fingers slip under the edge of my sleeve.
“Take it off of me if you want it off.” I want him to learn to be assertive and to know he can touch me.
He hesitates, and I leave him to figure that out while I grab his cock. I let him be for the time being and focus on making him feel good.
He whimpers, eyes half closing. “Oh, fuck.” He’s leaking all over the place, and I love it.
“Feel good?” I ask, knowing the answer.
He nods, finally shoving his hand under my shirt to lift it up. I get up enough so he can get it off of me and then drag his sweats and boxers the rest of the way off. He squeezes his eyes shut, and I can tell I’m losing him.
I grab his jaw and put my mouth over his. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” he barely manages.
“Then what’s wrong?” I stop what I’m doing in case I triggered him without realizing it.
He shakes his head, retreating further into himself. I move my hand to his throat, keeping his face up so he can’t hide while rolling on top of him. That gets his attention. His eyes open, and he’s staring at me.
“You have to talk to me.” I don’t know how he went from feeling good to closing off in a second.
“You can leave if you want to leave,” he barely chokes out.
“What the fuck?” I ask, cradling his face. “Why would I want to leave, baby girl?”
“I know what I look like.” Tears well up in his eyes.
“Are you kidding?” I can’t believe what he’s saying.
“Just go if you want to go. I don’t want to talk about it.” He’s shutting down and I don’t know what happened.
“Do we need to stop? Not because I want to, but because you need it, but I’m not fucking leaving.” I just want to make it better.
He sucks in a shuddering breath. “No one’s ever seen me naked.”
“Well, I’m a lucky fucking bastard then.”
“You don’t have to lie to me.”
“I’m not lying. You are sexy as fuck.”
“I’m too skinny and gangly and?—”
“I won’t allow you to speak that way about yourself.” I cut him off. “You are perfect the way you are.” I grab his hand. “Do you want to see how hard your body makes me?
“You’re hard?”
“Are you kidding?” I put his hand on my dick. “Would I be this hard if I wasn’t turned on by you?”
“Oh, uh…wow!” He fights my hold trying to look at my bulge. “You feel huge.”
“Want to see?” I release his jaw.
