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Chapter Twenty-Three

Theodore

Tobias is on a date, so as I wait for him to answer me, I clean my house. It’s not dirty, since I got into the habit of cleaning as I go, but it could use some tidying. When he responds, my heart does a flip in my chest. Finally.

I have no idea where he is, but he said yes, he’s coming over, so he should be here soon.

His date must be over, so I go into overdrive and pick up the pieces of lint off my couch and make sure my bed is made properly.

Then I stare at it from my doorway and wonder if it’ll look better unmade. Is he going to care about that?

Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Just because he’s coming here doesn’t mean we’re going to hook up. I sure as hell hope we do, but it’s possible that isn’t what he wants to do, and that’ll be okay. I just really, really want to.

It feels like forever and no time at all when my doorbell rings. I wipe my sweaty hands on my pants before taking a breath and pulling the door open. He’s handsome as hell in a dark navy suit, white button up, and a maroon tie.

“Damn, you look good.”

He grins. “Really? This is not my favorite suit.”

“Well, you always look good, so…” I respond quickly, hoping he can’t see how red my cheeks are.

I move to the side, allowing him in.

“Wow, this is nice,” he says as he looks around.

I shrug. “It’s just a house.”

“You don’t love it?” he questions, shoving his hands into his slacks pockets, making the area tighter around his dick. It’s fucking hot.

“Not really.”

“Then why do you live here?”

“I don’t want to tell you that.”

He raises a brow. “Because…”

“Because it’s embarrassing.”

“Oka—”

“It was a gift,” I blurt, just as I realize he wasn’t going to push me, and I could have gotten away with not telling him that.

“Damn. This is some gift. The most I got from my parents was a bike on my twelfth birthday.”

“I told you it was embarrassing,” I mutter.

“It’s not embarrassing,” he says as he unbuttons his jacket. “I’m sure your parents do what they think is best. ”

I take his coat and hang it in the closet by the front door. I glance down at my clothes, a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Some pair we are, huh?” I say with a laugh as he sits down on the couch, making himself at home. “Are you going to be comfortable like that?”

“If you want me in my underwear, you can just say it.” A smirk tilts his mouth and my cheeks flood with heat.

“Uh… I was just—I mean, if you want to. However you’re comfortable.”

He just chuckles, leaning back on the couch. “You wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah, sure. You want a beer or a glass of wine?”

“Wine would be nice.”

I hand him the remote for the TV before heading into the kitchen to grab a bottle of chardonnay and two glasses.

Thankfully, he still has clothes on when I go back to the living room because if he were actually in his underwear, I may die.

How the hell am I going to get through the night if something happens?

Wine. Lots and lots of wine.

I sit beside him and pour us each a glass as he browses through movies on Netflix.

“So, did you talk to Marianne?” he asks.

“I did,” I answer.

“How did it go?”

“Went fine. ”

He glances at me with a curious look. I hand him a glass of wine, which he takes.

“Fine?”

“Yeah, she’s completely fine.”

Fine because I didn’t tell her…

Fine, fine, fine. I’m saying that too much. I’m being obvious. Fuck.

“She didn’t freak out or anything?”

“Nope. Not at all," I answer.

“So, you worried for nothing?”

I am an awful human, aren’t I? Yeah, I really am.

Lying to this man all to get laid? Fuck, that’s shitty.

But that’s not what this is about, is it?

I mean, it’s so much more than that. It’s deeper.

I’m not just trying to get laid, I’m trying to figure out my life.

And besides, if this works out, I will tell her.

I chuckle, sipping from my wine. “Yeah, seems like it. Oh, have you seen this before?” I ask, pointing to a comedy movie that was recently added.

“I haven’t, but I was hoping for something scary.”

“Scary?” I ask. “Why would you want to do that?”

He grins wide. “Not a fan?”

“I mean…”

“You can cuddle with me if you want. I’ll protect you from all the monsters.”

My gaze roves down his body, each piece of fabric hugging his limbs the way I wish I was. I can see the cuts in his arms, and the thick muscles in his thighs. I’ve never ridden a dick before, but I would ride his so fucking good.

“You use that line on all your, uh… whatever this is?”

He laughs, shaking his head and going back to finding a movie.

He finally clicks on one that looks familiar, but I’ve never seen.

It’s not that I’m terrified of watching horror movies, but what’s the point?

I don’t want to worry about people breaking in and holding me hostage or some demon living in my basement that wants my first-born child.

“Come on,” Tobias says, holding his arm up. I scoot over, trying to get comfortable.

“I’ve never been the cuddl-ee before.”

He laughs again. “Well, get used to it.”

Tobias rests his arm around my shoulders, and I place my head on his chest. My body is tense as hell because this feels weird, but not because of him.

It’s just because I’ve never done it before, and I don’t think I’m doing it right.

His grip tightens around me and he shifts down a little to get more comfortable.

When he finishes his glass of wine, he puts it on the end table.

I’m just about finished with mine. Nothing scary has happened in the movie yet, but the music keeps making you think it will.

When I’m finished with my wine, he takes my glass and puts it next to his, before leaning forward to grab the bottle and emptying it by filling our glasses again. Bottles of wine always seem like so much, until you realize it’s only two glasses for two people. Not much at all.

He gives it to me, right when there’s a scare on the screen and I jump but thankfully don’t spill anything. I'd have felt awful if I stained his suit.

Tobias hugs me closer. I feel his heartbeat thumping against my cheek, a perfectly normal rhythm. I’m pretty sure mine is about to beat right out of my chest. How is he so calm during a scary movie? Damn.

I finish my glass quickly, because I want it to kick in.

This movie is making me more nervous than I need to be, and I hate to sound like a giant baby, but aren’t scary movies supposed to do this to you?

Wouldn’t be so bad if I could stop thinking about touching his dick.

Speaking of… I glance down, looking at the bulge in his pants that is drool-worthy.

I could stare at this all day. The longer I do, the more my dick reacts—twitching and getting hard.

I felt him hard against me in the bathroom at the bar, but I really want to feel him hard in my hand and down my throat.

I want to know what it feels like to have him buried inside me, gripping my hair and telling me I’m a good boy.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re wiggling.”

I hadn’t realized I was doing it, but my dick is achingly hard, and I must have been lost in some dream about him touching me.

I sit up, putting my empty glass down and facing Tobias.

He watches me curiously, holding the stem of his glass.

There are maybe two sips left. I take it from his hand and down it all, needing the courage, before I climb onto his lap and grip his face.

“Please tell me this is okay now.”

His large hands grip my ass, squeezing as he thrusts upward.

“It is,” he says in a low voice.

I lean down, bringing my lips to his, thanking all the gods in the universe. If we could just stay like this all night, kissing, I’d be okay with that. I want more, but if this is all I get, I won't hate it.

“I really want to taste you,” I murmur against his lips. “But I don’t know how.”

Tobias slides his fingers along my crack over my pants, brushing my balls, causing my dick to twitch.

“Get on your knees.”

I slip off him and onto the floor in front of him, my hands resting on his thighs. I look up at him, waiting for more direction.

“Undo my belt.”

I do as he says.

“Now the button and the zipper.”

I do that next, wanting to get to the treasure beneath. When it’s open, he lifts his hips.

“Pull them down but leave my briefs on. Get my shoes off too.”

I work on taking his shoes and socks off, one by one, then tear his pants down and shove them away.

The thick outline of his cock strains against his black briefs, the small dark spot telling me he’s leaking pre-cum.

I reach forward, wanting to see his dick.

Tobias snatches both of my wrists, before giving one shake of his head.

“My shirt is still on, and I need you to take it off.”

Fuck, that tone…

I can’t help the grin that crosses my face.

I lean up, starting from the bottom and working my way up, undoing each button carefully.

My fingers brush against his firm body, and who the hell knew undressing someone could be so sexy?

Once the buttons are undone, he gets it off himself, and I lift up the hem of his undershirt for him to pull over his head and drop to the floor.

“Fuck.” I sit back on my calves, mouth-watering over how perfect this man is. There’s no way a single human can look so damn good. Yet he does. He’s built like a god, the perfect amount of muscle to soft spots. “I want to lick every inch of you.”

He chuckles. “I’m not opposed to that, but you can start here.” He points to his dick.

“Gladly.”

When I lean in to grab the waistband, he stops me with a hand around my wrist again. I look up to meet his eyes.

“Are you sure about this?”

“So fucking sure.”

He holds my gaze for a moment longer, likely wanting to make sure I’m not lying.

I’m not. I really want this. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so badly before.

Tobias lets go of my arm and I tug his briefs down, freeing his impressive dick.

It’s the only one I’ve ever seen, but it’s beautiful.

It turns me the fuck on. Thinking about it inside of me has my dick leaking.

“Just lick it first. Anywhere you want. And when you feel good with that, take it into your mouth and suck on it like a popsicle.”

The head of his dick is pointing toward his belly button, so I grip it at the base, noting it’s thicker than mine.

A dick has never been so close to my mouth before, and I take in the musky scent of him.

My dick has been sucked plenty of times, so I’m sure I can figure this out.

It doesn’t seem difficult. I tilt it toward my mouth, watching the bead of pre-cum on the tip.

That’s what I want, so I stick my tongue out to lick it up.

It’s a bit salty, but not awful. Tobias’s breath hitches, and I wrap my lips around the head to suck out more.

He hisses, his hips rising up, but I pull off and drag my tongue from where I’m holding him up to the tip.

I do this a few times, getting used to the way a dick feels in my mouth.

There isn’t a single worry in my head about this.

It doesn’t feel weird, and I don’t feel awkward.

I don’t care that he’s watching. I fucking love this.

“That’s good,” Tobias groans when I lick the vein that trails up the side of his dick. “So good.”

I lift up on my knees, then suck him into my mouth again, testing the way he feels the deeper it goes. I don’t go too far, knowing I’ll gag, but I try my best. I want this to feel good for him.

“Is this okay?” I ask, looking up at him.

I’m certainly enjoying myself, but I need to make sure he is too. It’s my first time, and I’m sure it’s nothing special.

“So fucking okay,” he rasps out, so I take him into my mouth again.

When I find a good rhythm, I keep it up, taking his sounds as cues. His dick throbs in my mouth as his groans get louder, and my dick aches at the thought of making him come. I want him to, want to know that I was able to do that to him.

“No, no,” he breathes out, hand on my chin and urging me up. He’s breathing heavily, eyes full of lust. “You can’t take my cum your first time.”

“Why not?” I ask, panting just as hard as he is.

“That wouldn’t be nice of me.”

I blink, looking down at his dick that’s shiny with my spit before glancing back up at him. “You can’t not come.”

“Oh, I plan on coming.” He gets to his feet, kicking off his boxer briefs to get completely naked. “Where’s your bedroom?”

I get to my feet and lead him to it. With his dick in hand, he sits on the edge of my bed.

“Get naked,” he demands.

In record time, I get all my clothes off, standing before him with my dick jutting out, reaching for him.

He splays his hand out on my flat stomach before trailing it down and grabbing my dick at the base.

He leans in, swiping his tongue along the head to lick up the pre-cum that was dripping down.

I shiver, grabbing onto his shoulder for balance.

“You’ve had blowjobs before,” he teases, giving me a smug smile.

“But it’s so much hotter when you do it,” I say.

He scoots back to lie in the middle of the bed, slightly propped up on the pillows.

“Come here.”

I get onto the bed, and he guides me over him, gripping my ass to pull me forward so our dicks smash against one another. A groan comes out of me, and I didn’t even mean for it to. Feeling the heat of his dick against mine is wonderful.

“How badly do you want to come?” he asks in a dark tone.

“So badly,” I whine, fingers digging into the mattress.

He rests his hands behind his head. “Then show me.”