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“Hey,” I lift his chin so he’s looking at me when I say this. “Watching the two of you together was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Don’t be embarrassed by it. You were sexy as fuck.”

“But—”

“No. It doesn’t bother me that you blew him earlier and now you’re with me.” I don’t care that he’s having sex. I don’t want to share you with him. But I am sure as fuck not going to be the one to make him choose. I don’t want to push him towards Savage. “I want to be with you. If I had an issue with it, I wouldn’t be here right now.” I lift him and drag his ass over my straining cock. “I wouldn’t be aching to come.”

His breathing hitches a little, and he rolls his hips.

Fuck he feels good.

Tobi wraps his arms around my neck and uses his leverage to grind on me. His cheeks flush, and it spreads down his neck andchest. He bites his lip and looks over my shoulder, then back at me.

“What?” I glance over my shoulder.

“Will you sit in the chair?”

I lift an eyebrow. “You want me to sit in the cuck chair again?”

He laughs. “Yes, but it’s not for cucking this time.”

Tobi stands, and I follow, dropping my clothes and moving to the chair. I spread my knees to give him room and stroke myself as he walks toward me, a little nervous but trying to hide it. He drops to his knees in front of me. He is everything.

I grab myself as I watch him, needing him to see how serious I am about this. He watches me with hunger, and I’ve been so hard for so long, that look is going to push me over if I’m not careful.

“Do you like to watch?” I ask him as he licks his lips.

“Yes,” he breathes. “Can I touch you?”

“Please do.” I release my cock to let him do whatever he wants, but he shakes his head.

“No, keep doing that.”

He waits for me to stroke myself again, then leans forward and takes my balls in his hands. He’s careful, rolling them around in his palm, gently pulling on them, then takes one into his mouth.

My head drops back on a shout. My cock pulses, and I’m two seconds from spilling everywhere.

“Fuck, Tobi!”

A hot mouth surrounds my tip while fingers massage my balls, and I’m done. I’ve been edged way too long, and there is nothing that can stop this. Jerking my head up to look at him, I watch his throat work as he swallows, my cum filling his mouth more than once as I have the mother of all orgasms.

He circles my head with his tongue when I relax, getting every drop he can find and moaning.

“Do you have any idea how amazing you are?” I pant, reaching for him. He settles on my lap with a shy but proud smile. I cup his face and kiss him slowly, needing to taste myself on him.

“You’re spending the day with me,” I tell him as I stand and move us to my bed. It doesn’t take me long to get us settled, my face in his neck to breathe him in. “Right after a nap.”

Tobi chuckles and runs his fingers through my hair, instantly putting me to sleep.

TWENTY-SEVEN

SAVAGE

Ican’t get the look in Ambrose’s eyes as he shut the door in my face out of my head. It’s like he wanted to be angry, but he was way too turned on, and that was the reason he had to get me out of the room, not that he actually wanted me gone.

The worst part about leaving is that I wanted to watch Tobi swallow Ambrose’s dick, and I don’t know what that says about me. Was it payback for letting him watch Tobi suck mine, or is it deeper than that? I try to tell myself it’s basically just porn, but I know that’s not true. I want Tobi to myself. I don’t want him to be with Ambrose, so why would I want to watch Tobi suck his dick? I’ve never seen his dick, but now I want to. He got a real good look at mine. Fair is fair. But I can’t exactly say that to him or Tobi without sounding like I’ve lost it.

Ambrose pisses me off, and he’s making my mother sad, which just complicates the situation more. I shouldn’t give him an inch when he’s already making my life difficult.

I sleep like shit because I can’t work out how I feel about it all. I want to keep seeing Tobi. That’s all I know.