“I like it too.” The fact that I couldn’t stop touching him when my intention had been to gethimused to touchingmewas a case in point. I brushed my hand over his crotch. He bucked into the touch and snatched a sharp breath. “I really want to take your jeans off,” I said. “But I won’t unless you ask me too, okay? And I won’t take mine off either.”
“You’re not wearing jeans.”
“I know.” I shot him a smirk and considered exploiting the loophole, but as painfully hard as my dick was, it wasn’t my priority. This was all about him.
I went back to kissing him and letting my hands roam his body. For a while, he lay panting, at the mercy of my touch, but as time went on he grew bolder and began to touch me back.
The heat between us was unbelievable. Stifling, almost, as the prospect of release felt a lifetime away. With anyone else, we’d have been fucking by now. It would be over, and we’d be lying in a haze of sweat and come.
Or scrambling for our clothes so one of us could get the fuck out of there.
But here, now, with Toby, I could do this forever. Blue balls be damned.
I was only human, though, and throwing a leg over his hip, drawing him closer, happened without much conscious thought. His dick pressed against my thigh, and I returned the favour, grinding sweet circles against his firm muscles.
Toby moaned again, and his work-rough hands stilled on my back. “That’s so good.”
“Yeah? How about this?” Without warning, I grabbed him and flipped him onto his belly, nudging his legs apart before he could react. I rocked against him, cursing his jeans, but at the same time, thankful for the barrier they held firm between us. “Maybe when I fuck you, it’ll be like this. Do you think you’d like that?”
Toby rolled his hips and fought me just enough to rise up onto his knees while his chest stayed flat to the mattress. “Like this. I think I’d like it like this.”
He was going to kill me long before I ever got round to fucking him. I rutted against him, in serious danger of coming in my trousers. Myloosetrousers. His cock was strapped down by his jeans. Mine had a life of its own, and I could feel everything. I dry fucked him for as long as I dared, revelling in his quiet grunts as he met me thrust for slow thrust, but my self-control had hard limits.
I needed to stop before I couldn’t.
So? What’s the worst that can happen? He wants this. He wants you.
But did he?
I slowed and eased him onto his back. My blood thrummed with desire, but fucking him for real seemed a distant prospect that I didn’t quite deserve. I kissed him again, and the uncertainty in my gut settled. Kissing him was as easy as breathing. Brand new, and yet familiar. Comforting... and thrilling.
Make sense of that, cos I couldn’t.
And I couldn’t seem to stop doing it either. I kissed him until my mouth felt raw and his lips were stained berry red, then I pulled back enough for him to roll away.
He slid from the bed with his back to me. “I should go.”
I didn’t want him to, but I could think of no logical reason for him to stay.
We sloped downstairs and to the front door.
I willed Toby to face me. Finally, he did, cheeks still flushed, eyes bright. “Can I come back tomorrow?”
My pulse quickened in the very best way. “I’ve got a late class tomorrow. Day after?”
Toby nodded slowly. “Yeah. That would be good.”
“All right then.”
“All right then.” He put his hand on the door but didn’t move, apparently trapped in a dilemma he didn’t quite understand. “Cole?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you goodbye, or is that weird?”
Of all the things I thought he might’ve been wrestling with, that wasn’t it. And I was glad of it, because there was an easy answer. I cupped his face and kissed his sweet lips, once, twice, four more times before I forced myself to pull away. “Anytime we’re alone, doing this, you never have to ask me that. You can do whatever you want to me and it’ll always be okay.”
“Whatever I want?”