“What are you thinking about? Talk to me.” I beg.
“You.Alwaysyou,” he moans. “My tongue fucking your ass.”
My mouth goes slack as my eyebrows raise. I never would have thought that’s where his train of thought was.
“Tell me more. ” I breathe. The throbbing in my dick is becoming too much. I need this to last. I shift my hand to my balls, massaging and tugging them slowly just as Tobias always does it.
“Feeling how tight you are against my tongue.” He breathes. He moves his hand from his ass to stroking his dick. Normally I’d tell him to move his hand back but I’m too wound tight to even care. “Slowlyloosening you up until you let me in.” He exhales deeply. “Fuck,I love how tight you are.”
A huge wave of pleasure rushes over my whole body at his words. I dig my feet into the bed to stop myself from spilling right then and there.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, biting my bottom lip so hard. I’m right on the edge. I see Tobias, eyebrows furrowed as he jerks himself.
“Turn around. Watch me come for you.” I gasp. I flip the camera around so he can see my hand wrapped around my dick. I watch his expression change from frustrated to relieved at the sight of my throbbing dick filling the screen.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” he moans, tipping his head back onto the glass. His eyes flutter closed, as the orgasm takes control.
“Look at me while you come, baby. I want to see you–” I barely finish my sentence before covering my hand. Tobias’s whole body stiffens, his load splashing and pouring out onto the shower floor. Mouth parted, heavy-lidded eyes on me, he squeezes his shaft slowly, watching in a blissed-out haze as I do the same.
“Flip the camera.” He says in a hushed voice, as he steps closer to the showerhead, covering himself in the spray of water once again.
I do as I’m told, tapping the screen to put the camera back on my face.
“God, you look so good.” He smiles before running the water over his face.
“Me? I’m going to be replaying that image ofyouin my head forever.” I smirk, still trying to catch my breath. Glancing down at the sticky wetness covering my shaft and hand, I part my lips and squeeze the last bit from the tip, a shiver running through me.
“You make a mess?” Tobias laughs from beyond the camera. He turns around in the shower, rewashing himself. “I would lick it clean for you.” He winks over his shoulder.
If only…
I let out an exaggerated groan as I imagine that glorious experience.
1 day, 2 hours, and 10 minutes.
8
Tobias
I swipe to ignore the third call I’ve received in the past hour.
He’s seriously calling me.Again. This is a nightmare.
A quiet ache settles behind my ribs as I try to focus on breathing in and out.
I wish Derrick would just disappear. I’m dangerously close to wishing he never had me at all, and I hate that. I don’t want to slip back into that mindset, but it’s almost impossible not to when I have to deal with this shit.
Mrs. Baker told me to notice when thoughts like this happen. I’m supposed to sit with them, become aware of whose voice it really is that I’m hearing and then put them to rest. Try to focus on something else.Anythingelse.
Which is what I’mtryingto do as I sit at the bar, putting together the next months’ schedule.
It’s better to sit out here than in my office. In there, all I have are these blaring thoughts to keep me company.
Out here, everything is busy—and busy is good.
Since the community college kids are in town, the money’s good, and my hands are full keeping everything running smoothly.
A loud thump on top of the bar jolts me out of my head.
