Page 68 of The Substitute
He nods eagerly.
I guide his fingers into my sweats, exposing myself.
“Oh my God. You’re pierced?!”
“It’s called a Jacob’s ladder.” I brush his fingers over the metal bars.
“Fuuuuck.” He wraps his hand around my girth and strokes, earning a groan, but I pull his hand back. He pouts.
“Do you understand you did this to me?”
He gets a little avoidant but nods. “Yes.”
“It’s all you. I want you.”
“Can I touch you now?” Tobi asks.
I shake my head. “Nope. I’m getting you off first, remember?”
“Can I touch you at the same time?”
“I told you, you can touch me wherever you want, but this is about you, not me.” I lay back on my side, drawing him back in.
He doesn’t hesitate to grab my cock again but then looks up. “Can you do one more thing?”
“Yes?”
“Put your hand back on my throat.” His words make my cock throb.
“Fuck yes.” Why is he the hottest creature on Earth?
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TOBI
It doesn’t take long for Savage to get me close. It’s so much better than touching myself, and I swear he knows exactly how to get me off. Like he has some magic manual to my body I’ve never been privy to. And touching him adds a whole other level. The sounds he makes that I’m causing. When he kisses me it’s all fucking over.
My head is buzzing, and sweat dots my skin as my orgasm washes over me. The hand around my throat tightens just a fraction, and I swear I leave my body. Why does that feel so fucking good? It’s dangerous. He could hurt me, kill me, but he’s not. It’s like the ultimate surrender, and I don’t ever want it to stop.
“So fucking perfect,” Savage croons as cum hits my stomach.
I fling my arm over my eyes and pant. He barely touched me. How embarrassing.
“Don’t hide from me.” Savage interlocks our fingers and moves my hand to the bed next to my head.
My face heats in an instant, and I’m sure it’s red as hell, but he’s smiling at me.
“Next time,” he says, running a finger through my cum. “I’m going to swallow this.”
Oh fuck. My dick twitches, and I suck in a lungful of air. Of course, he notices and chuckles in a deep, sensual sound that is loaded with promises.
“You like that idea, do you?”
“Mmhmm,” is all I can manage when he sucks his finger into his mouth and moans. How the hell am I supposed to think around him?
Savage winks at me and sits up, looking around. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Not yet!” I grab his arm, and he turns back to me. “You’re not done.”
