Page 91 of The Substitute
I laugh, but I don’t mean to. “Baby girl, there are so many ways to get each other off. I’d be a pretty big piece of shit and not at all creative if I insisted on only one.”
“Are you sure?”
I turn him to face me, brushing my lips over his. “I like being with you. Getting you off makes me happy.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
He nuzzles his face into my chest, and he’s so cute, I could die.
We don’t get long before a massive body slams into the door.
“Hey! What the fuck?” Ambrose yells. “Why the fuck is the door jammed? Tobi, are you okay?”
I sigh and detangle myself from Tobi to remove the chair. I don’t bother to put on pants.
Ambrose blinks, eyes instantly dropping to my dick. His gaze lingers.
“Want me to pose or something so you can take a picture?” I ask posing for him.
“I didn’t fucking expect you to open the door with your balls out. I’m not going to apologize for being caught off guard.”
“You’ve already seen it. I figured I should be quick opening your door before you broke it down.”
“I could have waited for pants!” Ambrose looks between us, clearly annoyed. “You don’t get to lock me out of my damn room.”
“You didn’t seem to mind my lack of pants when you sat in the cuck chair.” I hold up my hands. “I was trying to throw you a bone, but I won’t invite you for seconds…”
Ambrose narrows his eyes. “Why are you so frustrating?”
I slip back into bed with Tobi. “What about me is frustrating?”
“You’re always fucking joking and happy.”
“What’s wrong with being happy?”
“It’s disgusting. Can you like stop or turn it down?” Ambrose strips off his shirt.
“I can’t. I’m just naturally like this.” I grin at him over Tobi’s shoulder.
“Do you do drugs?” Ambrose asks.
“Why would you think I do drugs?”
“He’s got a point,” Tobi adds. “No one is this happy.”
“That’s what I’m saying! It’s fucking weird, right?” Ambrose shoves into bed with us, getting a smirk on his face.
I back up when Tobi presses back to give him more space. “Why is it weird?”
Tobi tugs Ambrose closer, and we adjust around him, and strangely, it works. Maybe I should be mad about it, but strangely I like it.
“Your brain is just happy?” Tobi asks.
“Yes?” I say, not sure where they are going.
“Haven’t you ever been depressed?” Tobi asks after a minute. “It’s just like that all the time? That can’t be real.”
