“Yes.”
Toby blinked. “You do?”
“Course I do. Have you seen my dick?”
“Not since before.”
“Maybe you should look at it then.”
Toby’s gaze flickered to my cock. His eyes widened a touch, and fresh heat stained his cheeks. He licked his lips, and anticipation shuddered through me. I had no idea what he was thinking, but whatever it was I was so down for it.
I sat up and tugged on his sweats. “This is going to work better if you’re naked too. That okay?”
“Hmm?”
“Naked. I need you naked. Is that all right?”
He seemed to have forgotten about himself. Eyes still caught on my dick, he stood and stripped his clothes away, and it was my turn to stare. Toby was fucking glorious. There were so many things I wanted to do to him, and it took a criminally long moment for me to remember that what I wanted wasn’t important right now. That it wouldn’t be until Toby was comfortable enough in his own skin to believe he was everything any man could ever want.
I lay back again and beckoned him to join me. He stretched out on the bed and slid a shaky hand over my abdomen.
My dick jumped in response to his hesitant touch, and more anticipation fluttered through me, light, airy, and deadly. I took Toby’s hand and put it on my dick. “It’s just like yours. You know what you like, right?”
“I know that I liked what you did to me. I... I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Neither could I. Had it really been half an hour ago? For some reason, it felt like an experience that had been etched on my soul forever. “I like it slow. Tease me. I’ll complain, but I like it really. Do you know what edging is?”
“No. But you’ve mentioned it before, so I think I can guess.” Toby tightened his fingers around my dick and moved his hand up and down, freeing himself of my grip. He took his time, finding a rhythm that made my heart thump too fast.
Heat bubbled beneath my skin, drawing a moan that seemed to surprise Toby. I offered him a tight grin. “What? You can’t tell that I like this?”
He shrugged, then leaned in to kiss me.
His lips were gentle, but I was so turned on, I went for broke and drove my tongue into his mouth. My body was in sync with the cadence of his hand. My hips began to rock, and my spine arched from the bed. I could’ve come in a heartbeat if I let myself, but I didn’t want to come. I wanted this to last and last and last without stopping to contemplate why.
I drew back from the kiss. “It’s around now that you ease off, take me back to the beginning so you can wind me up all over again.”
“Yeah? That’s what you like?”
I shuddered, fighting sensation as it threatened to overwhelm me. “I like everything you do, but yeah, make me work for it.”
“Work for it? That doesn’t sound like fun, but okay.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“It’s not that. It’s more when you were touching me I couldn’t have stopped myself coming if my life depended on it, so I don’t really know what you mean.”
“Then watch.”
He smiled a little and kissed me again. Then he followed every gasped-out instruction I gave him until he no longer needed them. He set his own rhythm and made his own rules, andfuck, if he didn’t play me like we were years-old lovers.
Over and over, he brought me to the brink, only to pull back and keep my climax at bay.
It hovered like the sweetest monster, dancing in my peripheral awareness, as transfixed as I was by Toby’s obvious fascination with my growing pleasure.
He gazed at me like no one else ever had, absorbing every shiver and moan, biting his lip, his face a surreal mix of arousal and earnest concentration. I’d never seen anything hotter.
At least since our positions had been reversed.