Page 16 of Room 810

With barely restrained control, I dragged one side of his robe open, exposing his nipple, puckered to a hard bead. I laved my tongue over it, giving it a little pinch with my teeth, and Toby gasped, tugging my hair in a tight fist. “Who’s the tease now?” he sassed.

I didn’t want to play this game anymore. The whole weekend had been one long foreplay session. I shifted down his body, loosening his robe as I went, but it was awkward, with my towel bunching around my hips and knees, limiting my movement.

I stood up in a rush, and Toby whined at the loss of my touch. “Not here,” I told him. I scooped him up off the couch into my arms, his legs wrapping around my waist, our erections cupped side by side between us.

While I walked us down the hall toward his bedroom, Toby licked and kissed up my neck, sucking on my earlobe, and my knees almost buckled, precum leaking from my dick. If I didn’t hurry, we weren’t going to make it to the bed. I would take him right here against the wall.

Stumbling through the doorway, the room lit with the flickering orange glow of a candle, I tossed him down onto the bed. He was about to protest, but he saw my hands reaching for the towel around my waist, and he sucked in a breath and held it. With a jerk of my fist, I whipped the damp towel off and tossed it to the side, my cock bouncing free.

“Hell yeah,” Toby groaned, licking his lips. He rolled over onto his hands and knees, crawling a beeline toward me. And I froze.

I’d had lovers in the past, brief attempts at relationships, before they all decided I wasn’t worth the effort. And in the blink of an eye, I could imagine Toby making the same decision. I would hate how he stacked the dishwasher or didn’t make the bed, and he would get annoyed at all my myriad quirks and high-strung attitude.

But as his lips closed around the head of my cock, all my doubts went straight out the window. Because this wasn’t a relationship—it was a fling. I was leaving at the earliest opportunity, before he ever got a chance to regret meeting the real me.

He bobbed his head, his tongue massaging up my length, and I felt it when I hit the back of his throat. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking me hard, and moaned around his mouthful. The vibration went straight through me, my balls giving a near-painful squeeze. My hips moved on their own, thrusting into his hot, wet mouth. “You have to stop,” I begged. “If you keep going, it’ll be over before we even begin.” If we only had one night, I wanted to make the most of it, and that meant emptying myself in his tight ass.

When he pulled back, leaving my wet skin cool in the room’s draft, I quickly knelt on the bed in front of him, hooking an arm behind his back and pulling his body flush with mine, claiming his mouth. “This robe has gotta go,” I mumbled against his lips, fingers fumbling with the tie around his waist.

My hands were shaking so badly, and I had to pull away to see what I was doing. My breath skittered past my lips in a nervous pant.

Toby stilled my hands with his. “Hey, Gabe, maybe we should slow down, talk about—”

“No,” I gritted out, desperate and frantic. “No more talking. I can’t—” But then another possibility hit me, and I looked up at him. “Unless you want me to stop?” Had I already scared him off?

But he shook his head, his blond hair falling across his forehead. “No, please don’t stop,” he gasped.

“Oh, thank gods,” I burst out in relief, before descending on him again.

I gave up on the tie, too hopelessly knotted, and instead, I lowered him to the mattress. He spread his legs, making room for me between his thighs, and I hiked the robe up from the bottom, searching for flesh. Sliding my hands up the inside of his leg, I found his skin damp with slick, seeping from his entrance. I pressed one finger inside him, a tight squeeze, and he squirmed at the intrusion, trying to force me deeper.

“I want to take my time, I really do,” I said, rolling my wrist and crooking my finger inside him, teasing at his prostate. “But—”

“Fuck me,” he demanded, “please. We have all night for taking your time.” He’d made this an easy decision.

I bent my knees, spreading him wide, and lined my cock up with his slick hole. Then, propping myself above him, I pressed forward. The moment I breached his muscled ring, Toby threw his head back and let out the most delicious sound, guttural and unleashed.

One long, hard thrust brought our hips together, and I stalled there, sheathed in his warmth. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his, imprinting this in my memory to relive later, for a night when I found myself feeling lonely, half a world away. To know he was here on his island, that he had shared a piece of himself with me, it would have to be enough.

Toby dug his fingers into my hips, clawing at me, urging me to move, and I was helpless against him. I pulled myself out of him until only the tip remained, then thrust back in, our groans mingling with the raging storm outside. The shutters gave a persistent rattle as the gale-force wind tried to tear them from the small house, but it was somewhere in the distance, far away from the two of us in this bed. All I heard were gasps and moans, the sound of flesh on wet flesh.

As sweat beaded on my chest, my climax began to build low in my gut. It had been too long since I shared a bed with someone, and I hadneverfelt a connection like this. It was untamed, and it was a little frightening. I clung to him with my eyes clenched tight as I drilled into his ass with everything I had. My body was leading the way; I couldn’t have stopped now if I tried, and that loss of control terrified me. I buried my face against Toby’s neck, silently begging for him to hold me tight, to keep me from falling apart. “Toby,” I whimpered.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered in my ear, his voice strained. His whole body was a series of contrasts, his channel clamping around my girth, while he smoothed back my hair with the greatest tenderness. His breath was ragged, and I knew he was close.

I reached between our bodies and wrapped a fist around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. It was all it took to bring him over the edge. His dick hardened in my palm as his cum spurted across his stomach and robe, his back arching off the bed with the force of it. Watching him come undone was so erotic, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

My orgasm reached its peak, and I cried out as I came deep inside him, hips stuttering, as he clenched around me, milking every drop. As my knot swelled inside him, locking our bodies together, my quivering arms finally gave out, and I lowered myself as carefully as I could across him. Normally, the thought of being covered in hot, sticky cum would have sent me running for the shower, in a hurry to wash it off, but I found I didn’t mind so much this time. Not when Toby had me cradled in his arms.

“Thank you,” I whispered to him, tilting my head to kiss him softly.

His lips quirked to the side. “Why are you thanking me? For the orgasm? I promise, it was a mutually beneficial arrangement.” He winked, and I laughed shakily.

“Thank you for being gentle and patient. For being kind.”

He brushed the hair back and kissed my forehead. “Of course, always.”

I wasn’t sure if he meant always in general, or always for me, but I didn’t ask. Instead, I kissed him slowly, lingering, until my knot had softened enough to slip out of him. Then I left him in bed and headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I came back with a cloth and gave him the same treatment, wiping him clean, then drying him with a towel. I expected him to tease me about my need to be clean, when it was obvious we would just get dirty again, but he didn’t. He allowed me to take care of him, and he even seemed to enjoy it.

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