Page 79 of The Substitute
“That’s okay. I’ll help you.”
I work my way down his body, kissing and biting his skin when I discover he likes it. His collarbone, pec, ribs, stomach, hip until I get to his cock.
I drop to my knees and lick a long line up his shaft.
“Oh, fucking shit!” Tobi yells, back arching. He grips my head in his hands. “Please do that again.”
“When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?” I nuzzle his balls for a second, then lick my way back up his cock. He lifts onto his toes, once again bowing his back, and his hips thrust forward on instinct.
Tobi is panting and leaking a mess that I’m happily lapping up. “Jesus, the way you leak is hot as fuck.”
“Please, please, please, please,” he begs as he trembles, so hard I’m concerned he might actually fall.
“Please what?”
“For fuck’s sake, suck me. Ple?—”
His words cut off as I take him into my mouth and swallow around his head. Tobi gasps, and his grip on my head tightens until he’s holding just my hair.
“Oh fu-sh-ah!” His hips pull back and push forward until my nose touches his pelvis. “Come!”
This time, the thrust isn’t smooth, but jerks and stops as he fills my mouth with cum. I groan around him, and he whines a high-pitched keening sound that will forever live in my memories. Running my hands up his legs, around the backs of his thighs, and over his ass, he relaxes into my touch as his orgasm subsides. He sighs and, as he starts to soften, slips from my mouth.
Tobi’s legs give out, and I catch him against me with a smile.
“Fuck, that was…” He glows a come drunk grin at me.
“Are you okay kissing me after?” Some people aren’t into tasting themselves, and that’s not something I want to learn the hard way.
“Yes, kiss me.”
I devour him, letting him taste my desperation, my desire for him, while he tastes himself on my tongue.
He shifts on my lap and rubs against my cock, forcing a moan from me. Tobi reaches for me, shoving at my pants.
“You don’t?—”
“Let me, please?” So much earnestness shines in his eyes that I can’t deny him. I want nothing more in this moment than to let him do whatever he wants to me.
“What do you want?”
“Can I suck you off?” He looks a little unsure, but his dick is once again filling with blood.
“You can do anything you want to me.”
“Anything? I might abuse that.”
I groan. “If I wake up to your lips or anything touching me, I’m going to consider it a very good day.”
“I’m kinda touch starved. Don’t tempt me.”
“Please take it out on me.” I don’t know how to tell him I’m just as touch-starved.
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“Why would it—Oh, because of Savage?”
He nods a little and looks away like he’s embarrassed.
