Page 52 of The Substitute (New York Gods #4)

FORTY-FOUR

AMbrOSE

Tobi sent an image?

That’s odd. Usually, I have to beg him for pictures. I hope it’s something cute like him curled up in my bed. I open it immediately.

I’m not prepared for the image.

Tobi.

Naked.

Hips off the bed so his ass is up and so fucking round.

Fuck.

Blood instantly surges to my cock, and I have to cough to hide the gasp it causes. I’m rock fucking hard, and thank god I’m sitting because that would be fucking awkward with Teddy half in my face.

The sounds of the bar hit me like a ton of bricks when I look up from my screen. I’m surrounded by my teammates and puck bunnies and hockey fans. The place is crawling with Summerset colors. Normally, I could get into the festivities and enjoy our win, but tonight…

Ambrose: JFC you gotta warn a guy before you send pics like that!

Tobi: Um. Sorry?

I snort at his reply. I’m definitely not sorry, and I won’t be later when I’m stroking one out to it.

“Dude, what’s so interesting in your phone?” Blondie bumps into my shoulder.

I smile at him and lift my beer, hoping the mask is strong enough to hold. “You know how it is.”

“And you’re not sharing with the boys?”

“Nah, I like to keep that shit to myself.” I wink at him and reply to Tobi. Just act normal, and no one will know anything.

Ambrose: I’m not. Fuck that’s sexy. I’ll be using it later.

God damn, it’s going to be a long night with a hard-on. These pants do nothing to hide it either. I can’t ever leave this table.

Tobi: Or you could use me now…

The world freezes around me, and I swear I don’t breathe or blink for a full thirty seconds.

“Well, I’m out, boys.”

Ambrose: Don’t fucking move.

“What the fuck? You’re leaving? It’s early still.” Osha holds his hands up like he’s offended.

“Yeah, I got a better offer.” I shrug at him, but it’s fucking smug.

“Oh, so you’re going to get laid,” Lancelot chimes in.

“Yup.” I finish my beer and slide off my chair, not really giving a shit if they can all see I’m hard as fuck.

Osha slaps my shoulder as I pass him. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

It doesn’t take long for me to make it across campus, though I have to force myself not to run. I want to send a picture back to Tobi, so I find some street lamps and manage to get a damn good picture of my cock outlined in my pants.

Ambrose: I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.

Tobi: Sounds like a personal problem.

Ambrose: It’s about to be a very personal problem for you.

Tobi: so tired though. You better hurry.

Ambrose: Don’t worry, I’ll wake you up for this.

Tobi: I’m kind of a cunt when I’m tired, do not recommend.

Ambrose: I’m willing to risk it.

Ambrose: I can see our building, you had better be ass up when I get there.

Speed-walking to the dorms, I hold the electronic key to the keypad, and the fucking thing beeps and turns red.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

So I do it again, and the same fucking thing happens.

Goddammit.

I stare at the plastic box of a cockblock and swear on a god I don’t believe in to get inside before attempting it a third time. Holding my breath, I hold the key to the scanner and wait.

Beep.

Red.

“God fucking damn a motherfucking bitch!”

This is the biggest bunch of bullshit.

Am I being punished? Is that what’s happening? This feels like a personal attack on my sanity.

“Hey, man, you locked out?” A guy I’ve seen around the building walks up and holds his key up.

Please please please please please please.

Green!

“Fuck yeah!” I clap him on the shoulder and open the door. “Thanks, bro, I don’t know what’s going on with my key.”

“No problem, man.” He gives me a chin tilt and heads to the other side of the building as I go to the elevator. I want to sprint, but I force myself to walk like a normal person.

The damn thing is full of people when it opens, and I’m pretty sure my grin looks deranged as I wait for people to leave since they start hurrying, but I don’t care. Tobi is fucking waiting.

I’m one floor away from mine when it stops.

“No!” Seriously. What the fuck is happening tonight?

Some dude I’ve never seen gives me a chin lift and steps on, hitting a button a few floors up. The doors start to close when there’s a shout down the hall.

“Hold up!”

It’s all I can do not to strangle the stranger who pushes against the doors to open them again. I’m going to explode if one more person or inanimate object slows me down.

Another guy gets on, talking nonstop with a stupid fucking grin on his face while I’m trying not to rip my hair out. Great. Love this for me.

Finally. Fucking finally, the doors open on my floor, and I run to my door.

I probably look like I’ve lost the plot, but I just can’t be fucked to care.

The door is locked because of course it is, and I fight with the key to let me in.

The fucker doesn’t want to turn, and I swear to fuck if this key breaks off in the lock, I will break this door down.

I force myself to take a deep breath and try again. This time it turns, and I’m in.

Clive is in the living room and opens his mouth to say something, but I flip him off as I stride past. I’ll apologize later.

Unlocking the door to our room, I slip inside and only open the door as much as I have to. No one else gets to see Tobi like this.

I’m panting, sweat is dotting my hairline, and I’m staring at red cheeks and a nervous smile. He’s huddled under his blanket and not ass up, which is disappointing.

“What took you so long?”

I groan. “Everything was out to get me tonight.” Reaching for the lapels of my jacket, I start to slide it off, but he makes a noise, so I freeze.

“Can you leave it on?” The words are quiet, but I hear them. He’s piqued my curiosity.

“Really?”

“Yes.” He sits up and lets the blanket fall away, exposing his skin, and I lick my lip. I want to taste every inch of him.

With determination fighting his nerves, he crawls off the bed and kneels on the floor, completely bare.

“You are so fucking sexy.” I rub my palm down my cock to relieve the ache.

“I want you to use my mouth while you wear that suit.”

His words make me freeze as images bombard me. My cock stretching his lips, his eyes on me while I thrust into his mouth and take what I want from him.

“Please?” he fidgets with his fingers, and I realize I haven’t said anything, just stared at him.

“If you insist.” I cup myself over my slacks and widen my stance to put a foot on either side of his knees. “You are perfect.”

A different kind of flush is turning his skin pink now, and I let out a deep hum of approval as I run my fingers through his hair.

Tobi leans into the touch, and I squat down to kiss him. I need his lips on mine. The taste of his lust on my tongue.

Tobi cups my face, and I groan, planting my mouth over his and taking it deeper.

Gripping the back of his neck, I pull his head back and ravage his throat.

“Please,” Tobi begs, squirming. “I want to taste you.”

“Then take what you want.” I stand, lifting my shirt to give him access to my pants.

He gives a little devilish grin, opening my belt. He pulls it from the loops, looking up at me before grabbing my button. My cock aches behind my zipper, while he takes his sweet time.

Finally, he feels my cock and opens his mouth, presenting his tongue. I drag my tip over his lips before feeding him just the head. My eager boy groans around me and closes his lips to suck.

“Fuck, I love your mouth.” I give him a little more, and he wraps a hand around the length of me that won’t fit. The confidence he’s gained recently is such a turn-on. He quickly finds a rhythm that works for him, and I thrust in time with his movements.

“Touch yourself. Come while you suck my cock.”

His hand flies to his dick, stroking quickly. He’s so turned on. Flushed skin, can’t keep still, blown pupils. I love it.

Saliva drips down my shaft and his chin. Messy and sloppy, the way it should be.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” I groan as my balls draw up and tingles pool in my groin. Tobi whimpers, and it vibrates up my cock, pushing me over the edge. Cum shoots into his mouth and throat. The pleasure of my orgasm explodes behind my eyes, and I’m lost to it.

He takes it all, working me over until I’m wrung dry and my knees buckle. When I look down at him, he’s covered in his own cum and panting.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this.” I drop into a crouch and lift his chin so I can see him clearly. “Do you like being used like a fuck toy?”

The blush on his cheeks returns in full force, and his pupils dilate again. Tobi drags his lower lip between his teeth and nods. “Yes.”

“Good to know.” I wink at him and wipe my thumb over the lip he’s abusing, before pressing a soft kiss to his mouth.

He smiles a proud grin and drops his head to my shoulder as he breathes. I kiss his temple and hold him for a moment, letting him come down before picking him up and taking him to the bathroom to clean him up.

Once the water is warm, I get a rag and wring it out. He reaches for it, saying, “I can do that.”

“I’m sure you can, but I’m going to. I like taking care of you, too.”

Tobi gives me a shy smile and sits back to let me wash him. After a minute, he relaxes with a sigh and closes his eyes. It doesn’t take me long to get him cleaned up, but I take my time, enjoying just touching him because I can.

Once we get settled in bed with his back to my chest, someone’s phone buzzes. Tobi tenses up and reaches for his.

The screen turns on, and I see Savage’s name in the notification bar.

Of course.

Tobi stares at it for a long minute before putting it back down and curling in on himself.

“Hey.” I lift onto my elbow so I can look down at him and rub his chest. “Are you okay?”

He sniffles and wipes his eye but nods.

“No, you aren’t.” I roll him to face me and cup his cheek to brush a tear from his skin.

Tobi buries his face in my chest and cries. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” I run my fingers through his hair and hold him.

“I saw Savage on the way home.”

Fuck.

“What did that asshole do?” I move to get up, needing to kick his ass.

Tobi tightens his grip on me. “No, he didn’t do anything. He didn’t even come in the bar when Rhys did. He stayed outside and was about to leave.”

“Still, he shouldn’t have come over and talked to you,” I say through my teeth.

“I know.” He sighs and falls into silence.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t know what to do anymore.”

My heart sinks. Fuck. “In what way?”

“All of this.” Tobi breaks and sobs for a minute before he pulls it back enough to speak again.

It’s the worst kind of torture to watch.

I want to protect him, but I can’t. “I’m mad.

I’m hurt. But I don’t know how to be that and still function.

You deserve more than my shit over him, and I don’t want to talk to you about it since you hate him.

But I don’t have anyone else to talk to, so I just don’t do anything.

But then he messages me or shows up, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to beg him to hug me or tell me he doesn’t hate me.

I don’t know how to do any of this, and my head never shuts up. ”

Sobs rack his body as he lets it out. I wrap myself around him, holding him together while he falls apart.

This is my fault too. I should have asked him specifically about how he was feeling with Savage.

I let myself use my bullshit to ignore it.

Savage might be the one who lied, but I’m hurting Tobi, too, by letting my shit get in the way.

Savage and I have to fix this.