Page 32 of The Substitute (New York Gods #4)

THIRTY

SAVAGE

I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop since my conversation with Ambrose, but things are going well.

We’re still jockeying for Tobi’s time, but there seems to be some kind of reprieve.

It’s gotten almost purposeful, walking in on each other, and every time Tobi and I are together, I expect it.

Even when my fucking step-brother is out of town.

“I want to tie you up.”

Tobi picks his head up from where his nose was buried in a book. “Excuse me?” The color of his cheeks tells me he heard me.

“You heard what I said.”

He gets even redder. “I thought I misunderstood you.”

My brow ticks up. “Are you opposed?”

He shakes his head, but is hesitant.

“Say what you’re thinking.”

“I—”

I wait, giving him time to process.

“What do you want to do to me when you have me tied up?”

I half sit up to drag his body to mine, wrapping up around him. “I want to tongue fuck you.”

His eyes go wide, and he wriggles against me. “Does that feel good?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

He’s nodding before I finish speaking.

I strip his clothes off, kissing my way down his body.

I tease him by touching everything but his dick.

He keeps trying to make me, but I artfully avoid it.

I break away for a second to reach over the side of the bed to dig in my bag, finding the silk rope easily enough.

I flip him over and push his knees apart, kneeling behind them while directing his hands above his head.

The silk goes around his wrists in a loose knot that I secure to the bed frame.

I sit back on my heels and admire his body fully at my mercy.

“Hold on.” I shove off the bed.

“Why are you getting up? Where are you going?” Tobi whines.

“I’m putting a chair in front of the fucking door.” I strip off my sweats and boxers before getting back into bed.

“He’s at practice. He won’t be home for at least an hour.”

“I’ve played that game before! I don’t trust it.” I grab the one from his desk and wedge it under the handle. “I want you to myself for a little while.”

I take my place between his thighs and lean forward to bite his perfect, round cheek. “You are so unbelievably sexy.”

He moans and buries his face in the mattress.

“Shy all of a sudden?” I bite the other cheek.

“I just can’t imagine anyone would want to see me like this.” His voice is muffled by the sheets.

“You should believe me just by how hard my dick is.” I grab it so he can make it out over his shoulder.

Tobi looks and groans. “Fuck.”

“I told you.” I settle on my forearms, nipping at his thighs and ass, then teasing with lips and tongue. He exhales sharply, pressing back into me as much as he can.

“Please.”

“What do you want, baby girl?”

“I don’t even know. It all feels so good…but more.”

I brush my fingers over his hole, and his entire body responds. I love watching him connect with his sexuality. “Is that what you want?”

“God, yes.”

“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?”

I laugh, but I don’t mean to. “Baby girl, there are so many ways to get each other off. I’d be a pretty big piece of shit and not at all creative if I insisted on only one.”

“Are you sure?”

I turn him to face me, brushing my lips over his. “I like being with you. Getting you off makes me happy.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

He nuzzles his face into my chest, and he’s so cute, I could die.

We don’t get long before a massive body slams into the door.

“Hey! What the fuck?” Ambrose yells. “Why the fuck is the door jammed? Tobi, are you okay?”

I sigh and detangle myself from Tobi to remove the chair. I don’t bother to put on pants.

Ambrose blinks, eyes instantly dropping to my dick. His gaze lingers.

“Want me to pose or something so you can take a picture?” I ask posing for him.

“I didn’t fucking expect you to open the door with your balls out. I’m not going to apologize for being caught off guard.”

“You’ve already seen it. I figured I should be quick opening your door before you broke it down.”

“I could have waited for pants!” Ambrose looks between us, clearly annoyed. “You don’t get to lock me out of my damn room.”

“You didn’t seem to mind my lack of pants when you sat in the cuck chair.” I hold up my hands. “I was trying to throw you a bone, but I won’t invite you for seconds…”

Ambrose narrows his eyes. “Why are you so frustrating?”

I slip back into bed with Tobi. “What about me is frustrating?”

“You’re always fucking joking and happy.”

“What’s wrong with being happy?”

“It’s disgusting. Can you like stop or turn it down?” Ambrose strips off his shirt.

“I can’t. I’m just naturally like this.” I grin at him over Tobi’s shoulder.

“Do you do drugs?” Ambrose asks.

“Why would you think I do drugs?”

“He’s got a point,” Tobi adds. “No one is this happy.”

“That’s what I’m saying! It’s fucking weird, right?” Ambrose shoves into bed with us, getting a smirk on his face.

I back up when Tobi presses back to give him more space. “Why is it weird?”

Tobi tugs Ambrose closer, and we adjust around him, and strangely, it works. Maybe I should be mad about it, but strangely I like it.

“Your brain is just happy?” Tobi asks.

“Yes?” I say, not sure where they are going.

“Haven’t you ever been depressed?” Tobi asks after a minute. “It’s just like that all the time? That can’t be real.”

I shrug. “It’s real. I live in it.”

“No, that’s not right. No one feels good all the time.” Ambrose makes a face.

“I do.” All I can do is laugh.

“I knew there was something wrong with you,” Ambrose mutters.

I smack him over Tobi.

He hits me back.

“Hey! No fighting over me. I’m going to be the one who gets hurt.” Tobi has a point.

After a while, Ambrose groans. “I need to eat, and you need to go home so I can have some alone time with Tobi.”

I huff, but he’s right. I have practice early, and there is no way I can stay. “Trying to get rid of me so you can have your way with him?”

“Not your fucking business.” Ambrose gets up, clearly hard.

“Jealous you walked in on us naked?” I look around for my boxers.

“No, just ready for alone time.” Ambrose walks me to the door. “You had your turn.”

I study him for a minute before saying, “Just remember when you’re touching him, my tongue was inside him the whole time you were at practice.”

“You tongue fucked him before me?!” he asks, horrified.

“Not my fault you’re a gentleman or whatever and taking it slow.”

His lip curls in a snarl, but he’s still tenting his slacks, which makes me think he likes hearing about it.

Tobi clears his throat. “If you’re not both going to shut up and get me off again…”

“If that’s what you want, baby girl.” I try to step around Ambrose, but he shoves me the last foot out the door and closes it in my face.