time considering how fucking tight it was, and since it was right there in front of my face, just begging for attention, I bit his ass cheek lightly.
“—pool,” he finished weakly. He gave me a look over his shoulder like he wasn’t quite sure who I was anymore, and I grinned because I liked keeping him on his toes. Or his hands and knees, as the case might be.
I grabbed his bountiful, exceptional ass with both hands, spreading his cheeks, and then I teased his hot hole with my tongue over and over.
“Oh, holy fuck,” he moaned. “Holy fuck. You’re… you… How? Gah.”
Yeah, I definitely enjoyed this side of Toby.
“You remember we do have the internet here, right, baby?” I laughed lightly, making him moan again. “And that I might be a virgin, but I’m not a total virgin.”
“Mmmph.” Toby shot me a glare over his shoulder. “Less talky-talky, Goodman. If you’re gonna do a job, do it—oh, good God.”
I laughed again. I’d sort of wondered if this was a thing I’d be any good at, or if I’d even enjoy it, back when it had been a theoretical thing—something that happened to other people on the opposite side of a laptop screen. Hearing Toby’s loud groans, watching him pound the side of his fist against the concrete, feeling him push back against my tongue, it felt profoundly right to be able to do this for him, to give this tightly controlled man a moment of uninhibited freedom.
I pushed my thumb against his rim as I licked at him and imagined how it would feel when it was my dick pushing inside him instead. The thought was so fucking exciting I felt my cock pulse in my shorts.
“Want to fuck you,” I told him. “Shit, Toby. Wanna be inside you so bad.”
“Y-yeah. Yes. Yeah. Do it,” he ground out, spreading his knees wider. I spit on his hole so I could push two fingers inside him along with my tongue, stretching him further. He’d let me finger him before—in fact, because Toby was Toby, he’d practically drawn me a map to his prostate—but this time when I hit it, he let out a wail so long and keening, it startled the birds from the trees.
“Fuck, yes. More. Come on, Beale. Please. Do it.” He balanced himself on one hand so he could jerk himself with the other.
But Toby was right—we needed supplies, including vast amounts of lube at the very least, for me to take him, so that was going to have to wait a minute… but Toby couldn’t.
I reached around him and knocked his hand out of the way so I could wrap one hand around his length while I worked his ass with the other. He stutter-moaned, and the sound ricocheted through me, setting up an ache in my balls.
He was one hundred percent mine in that moment, and it was a fucking heady feeling. This was what had been missing from every sexual encounter in my past. The feeling of being open and vulnerable with someone, the absolute knowledge that they were open and vulnerable to me. This was the feeling I’d never expected to find outside of my soul mate, the thing I’d never been able to articulate because I hadn’t experienced it.
And I still wouldn’t have, if not for Toby.
I nudged him up so he was kneeling with his back to my chest. I loved this position with him always, whether we were floating in a pool or standing in the kitchen, because it calmed this need I had to protect him—like the prickliest man in Florida needed my protection, right?—and also because Toby turned to putty when I put my mouth on the tendon at the join of his shoulder.
Now I liked it for a very different reason. His body weight pushed my fingers more deeply inside of him, deep enough that he gave another one of those wild moans, while my view over his shoulder was of the head of his cock peeking out the top of my closed fist.
Size difference for the win.
“You are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Your skin is like honey, and I want to lick every inch. Your cock in my hand is perfection. You feel that?” I slid my dick against his ass cheek, leaving a thick trail of precum there. “I’m gonna be inside you soon, and this ass feels so perfect I might never leave it.
Toby bit his lip and tipped his head back