“It makes me think of you.”
“In what sense?”
“I don’t know. All of them?”
Good enough for me. I stepped into his personal space and crowded him against the door. Kissing him happened without conscious thought. I pressed into him, revelling in the perfect fit of his lean body against mine. He smelt of grass and fresh air, and he kissed me back as if he’d dreamt of it all day like I had.
But too soon, he pulled away and gave me the kind of shy smile that made me warm all over. “I’m filthy,” he said. “Been standing in a bog all evening. I need a shower.”
“You know where it is.”
But I didn’t move.
And neither did he.
Until he did, and I found myself lifted from the floor and our positions abruptly reversed.
The door hit my back, and Toby kissed me hard and slid his tongue into my mouth.
I let him in, sucking in a sharp gasp as I fell slack under his sudden dominance. His hands were rough, sure of their path, and I loved it. Heat rocketed through me. My dick turned to stone, and I made a grab for his mud-streaked T-shirt.
He batted my hands away.
Curious, I let him and spread my arms wide in surrender. “Got something on your mind?”
“Would you let me do it if I had?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
“Because I might get it wrong.”
“But you might not.”
Toby bit his lip. Nervousness touched every part of him. But there was something else too. Desire, hunger, and a spark of determination that made my dick ache.
Slowly, I moved my hands to my waistband and inched my trousers down my hips. My cock sprang free, and Toby mauled his lip harder.
I smirked. “Yeah? This what you want?”
“Is that okay?”
In answer, I let my trousers puddle to the floor and braced myself for his touch. But his work-hardened palm wrapping around my dick never came. Toby dropped to his knees, and I found myself so unready for his mouth that I staggered back against the front door. “Jesus.”
He steadied me and sank his mouth down with a slow, wet slide that drew a tortured moan from my chest. Then he began to move, cautiously at first, then with more purpose as he relaxed into the sensation of having another man’s cock crammed in his throat.
My cock. His throat.
Damn. So un-fucking-ready.
The pleasure was unreal. My hands flew to his head, and I gripped his soft hair, fighting the urge to fuck his mouth. It took all the restraint I possessed. More. Which left me wanting for self-control in other areas, and I wasn’t quiet about it. My low moans seemed to echo in the dark hallway, and the harsh breaths from my lungs were unnaturally loud.
I’d always been a sucker for good head, but this was something else. Another level of heat and rapture. My hips began to roll in time with his mouth, and I couldn’t stop. Sensation pulsed through me, and any say I had on when I blew my load was fast disappearing. “If you don’t want me to come down your throat, you’d better stop soon.”
He didn’t stop. He sucked me harder, deeper, and there was no getting off this train.
I choked out another warning and gripped his jaw. He gazed up at me, eyes wide, and I came down his throat with a shout that rattled the freshly painted walls.
“Holy fuck.” Overcome, I slumped back against the door, chest heaving, my vision still blurred. “Fuck, fuck,fuck. There’s no way you’ve never done that before.”