And I’d never been so hard from a goddamn handjob. My control was finite, and eventually, his dedication to the task took me apart. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Keep it slow, but harder.”
As if he needed me to tell him. Toby was evil wrapped up in an innocent grin. He built me up, then kissed me as my composure slipped away.
I started to come, and for blissful moments, it seemed as though it would never end. Full-body shudders rocked me. I moaned into Toby’s mouth and kissed him back like a drowning man, digging my fingers into his strong forearms, before I broke away. “Fuck, fuck,fuck.Jesus.”
Finger by finger, Toby released me. He rubbed a sticky hand over my trembling belly, smearing come all over me. Instinct or deliberate, I couldn’t tell, but I liked it. I liked it a lot.
And he was still hard.
My brain was mush, but there was no way I was leaving him hanging. I moved fast and pulled him over me to straddle my chest. His dick was inches from my mouth. I wanted to suck him dry so bad, my spent dick twitched on its way down, but more than that, I wanted him to know he could give himself this much pleasure on his own.
He didn’t need me.
I took his hand and wrapped it around his cock. “Show me what you’ve learned.”
Toby’s eyes darkened, and he didn’t need telling twice. He leaned over me and fucked his own hand, taking every lesson I’d whispered in his ear and applying it to himself.
He was quieter about it than me, though. And I missed the signs. He came with a soft cry, and it startled me, giving me no time to brace myself for the loss of his trembling thighs clamped around me.
Panting, he climbed off me and hid his face in his arms as he pulled himself together.
My hands itched to rub his back and tangle in his hair just one more time before I let him go for the night, but I didn’t move. I just lay there and waited for him to look at me again.
Eventually, he raised his head, and the haze of desire clouding his gaze had lifted enough for me to know we were done for the night. And that he probably needed help figuring out how to navigate the awkward post-orgasm moments with someone he barely knew.
I gave in to the urge to brush his sweaty hair back from his face. “We never did eat that dinner.”
11
Toby
I left Cole’s at midnight and drifted home, clean from the second shower I’d taken at his place and full of the weird spicy noodles we’d eaten together like we hadn’t just covered each other in oil, sweat, and come.
It took me hours to fall asleep, and my alarm woke me far too soon. I turned it off and went back to sleep, and Joe’s pissed-off voice woke me sometime later.
Damn. I’d answered the phone in my sleep. “...um... shit, sorry. I overslept.”
“Yeah, I figured,” Joe grumbled. “Then I remembered the time I thought you had, and you were actually stuck in the barn under that collapsed beam and freaked the fuck out.”
A sleepy laugh bubbled out of me. “You freaked out then too, but I was fine. Just stuck.”
“Yeah, yeah. Listen, George is here, so don’t rush in. I don’t need you till lunchtime, and he reckons you were out all night, so...”
“I wasn’t out all night.”
“It’s not my business if you were. I’m just offering you the chance to go back to sleep.”
“I’m awake now.”
Joe sighed. “Whatever. Do what you like.”
He hung up. I lay back on my bed and contemplated my options. With a head full of Cole, going back to sleep was impossible, but working on the farm, waiting for him to pop up around every corner had got under my skin all week long. Maybe a break from it would stop me reliving every second we’d been naked together. Then again, maybe time on my hands would have me replaying the quiet conversations we’d had after instead. If you could call them conversations. Cole had done most of the talking, while I’d listened, half a mind still in his bed, the rest of me obsessed with his deep voice.
Seriously. His voice. It didn’t seem to matter if he was talking about sex or how stinky the train from Mumbai to Goa had been, he still hypnotised me.
Was stillhypnotising me hours after I’d dipped out of his kitchen and headed for home.
I screwed my eyes shut and let my imagination have its way. My dick hardened, and it was almost too easy to wrap my hand around it and picture Cole as he’d come last night. How his body had tightened and flexed, from his jaw to his perfect feet. The sounds he’d made.
