Page 90 of The Substitute

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I whisper over his hole, letting him feel my breath.

“Yes. But fuck, I had no idea how good.”

“We haven’t even started yet.” I flick my tongue over his hole.

He shudders and collapses into the mattress.

“You’re so easy, baby.”

He mutters something unintelligible, and I return to teasing him. He lifts his hips as much as he can as I spread him more, pushing my tongue inside him. His cock hangs hard between his thighs leaking all over his sheets. I give it a light squeeze, and he whimpers.

“How does that feel?”

“I need more.”

“More?” I ask playfully.

“Yes, more.”

“Want my fingers inside of you?”

“Can you?”

“I brought lube.” I grab it out of my bag.

He tilts his ass like he’s giving it to me on a platter. I put a generous amount of lube on my fingers and massage his hole while leaving little bite marks all over his ass and thighs. He’s basically a writhing mess when I push one finger inside. He sucks in a breath.

“Still feel good?”

“Lots of pressure…but yes.”

“Good.” I move it and stroke his cock.

After thirty seconds, he rocks into me, taking my finger deeper. I add a second, and this one has him moaning. His greedy hole takes my fingers all the way, then he fucks himself on them.

“Such a natural. I love being inside you.” I curl my fingers, seeking out his prostate.

I know the second I find it.

“Don’t stop!” He arches his back and gasps, pressing his face into the mattress.

I roll my hand over his cock while putting more pressure against the bundle of nerves, and he comes so hard, his muscles all constrict. I milk it out of him, not stopping until he’s so over sensitive, he’s pulling away. I kiss his cheek and then reach up to untie him. I grab a wipe to clean us both off enough quickly, and then I’m wrapped around him while he comes down.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“So much,” Tobi murmurs sleepily. He hesitates, then says, “Is it better with a cock?”

I smile into the back of his neck. “It can be. With the right person and when you’re prepped well.”

“It’s not always good?” Tobi stiffens in my arms a little.

“Some people like it, some don’t. Not everyone likes sex all ways.”

“What if I don’t?”

“Then you don’t.”

“Will that bother you?”