Page 74 of The Substitute
“I know you. You won’t be able to rush it. So we’ll see.”
I kinda love how they are talking about me like I’m their toy, but I probably should call them out. “What the fuck?” I ask, cheeks red, hoping they don’t catch on too fast.
“He started it,” Ambrose says. “I told you he’s a prick.”
“You did call dibs on fucking him first,” Savage throws back.
“And I stand by that. You don’t deserve it,” Ambrose says through his teeth.
“My tongue is going inside him first, then,” Savage throws at him, and my cock throbs.
“Fine.” Ambrose stiffens and shifts. Is he hard? Is he into his step-brother using me before he does? Is that wrong?
“We good then?” Savage asks.
Ambrose nods, getting up and holding out his hand. Savage takes it. Are they really both okay with this? This doesn’t seem right, but since I am the one benefiting, I’m going to go ahead and not question it.
“Ready, Tobi?” Savage asks.
I nod too fast, itching to move, but his hold on my throat keeps me where I am. He looks up at Ambrose, who’s still hovering over us, and with a growl, Ambrose shoves the chair back.
Savage locks his gaze on mine. “On your knees, baby girl.”
I whimper and rub my leaking cock against his leg. There’s probably a wet spot on my sweats, but I’m past the point of caring.
He kisses me quickly and releases me to scramble out from under the blankets and onto the floor. The look in his eye is dangerous in the best way. He’s graceful and predatory as he comes to me and towers over me. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as badly as I want this right now.
I reach for his jock, but he grabs my wrists.Why did he stop me? Am I already doing this wrong? Did I miss something?
“Eyes on me.” His voice is deep, rough, and full of sex. I have to clench all of my pelvic muscles to keep from coming just from that.
I take a deep, calming breath and lift my face to him.
“Take your time. Don’t rush.”
“Okay,” I breathe with a nod. When he releases my hands, I press my face into the juncture of his groin and inhale. It’s musk, me, and sex. It’s intoxicating.
Keeping my cheek against his thigh, I pull the jock down and groan when his cock brushes my face. The piercings are fascinating. I can’t stop myself from dragging my tongue over them. The metal balls are slick while his skin is soft and smooth. It doesn’t slide as easily until I get it wet with saliva. Savage groans and his sounds inspire me to do more.
“Are you fucking pierced?” Ambrose’s angry words jolt me out of my lust-filled haze.
I’d forgotten he was even watching, and my cheeks flame.
“Clearly,” Savage says, not taking his eyes off me.
“Since when?”
“Fuck off—I’m busy.”
When he doesn’t have a reply, I chance a glance over my shoulder and am shocked to see he’s hard with pink in his cheeks.
Is he really into this? Does he like watching?
“Tobi.”
My head snaps back to Savage. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He cups my cheek and grips his cock. “Open.”
