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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Theodore

I’m in for it this time. I went all out, taking his dick right into my mouth, making him take two shots.

His eyes tell me he’s competitive. Well, so am I.

Though this is fun, it’s still a game and I always play to win.

I never got to compete in sports as a kid.

It’s not what Beaumonts do. For years, I wished I could be out on the football field or on the ice.

I wanted to be part of a team, to help them win, to fight to win.

It never happened. As I got older, the opportunities to do so were fewer and fewer.

My drive never went away, I just learned to ignore it.

I didn’t have to fight for my future. Dad was giving me the business.

I didn’t have to fight for a wife. She was handed to me.

But this? Though it’s just a game, something about being able to be myself around Tobias has that drive coming back full force.

I want to win this. I will win this.

Even if he drives me crazy. Even if he makes me come. I will not make a peep.

I settle on my back, focusing on my breathing and ignoring the way he’s smirking at me.

“You’re the definition of smug,” I comment.

“I’m about to be.”

“You’re not going to win this.”

“We’ll see.” He presses his body over me, running his nose along my jaw before nipping at my earlobe. “You haven’t had my mouth around your cock yet.”

“Fuck,” I grit out, my body tensing.

Tobias chuckles as he sits back, looking down at my dick with hunger in his eyes.

I’ve had my dick sucked before, many times.

Marianne isn’t the only person I’ve been with.

I hooked up with girls in high school like most of the other guys, and oral was always quicker than sex.

Simpler too. Less risk—of pregnancy and attachment.

I can handle getting my dick sucked by Tobias.

He can’t be that much better than a woman, right?

Maybe I can even hold out for two minutes and not come. Probably not, but I can hope.

I should have jerked off before he came over…

Tobias gets his phone set, pressing the button and dropping the phone to the bed. Then he leans down, and I brace for his hot mouth around my dick, but that’s not what happens. He runs his nose along the side, inhaling deeply and groaning .

He looks up, smiling like he's won the lottery. It takes a second for me to remember the sound. There was a sound… but it wasn’t me, was it? By the look on his face, it sure was, but it sounded so… pathetic.

“Drink,” he says.

With a sigh, I grab the bottle and take a sip, keeping my eyes on him.

Tobias nuzzles his nose against my balls, causing my dick to pulse and pre-cum to pour from the slit.

I feel like I’m going to combust. My dick is going to explode any second, and all from him running his sexy nose along my shaft and balls.

Gripping me at the base, he swipes his tongue along the tip, gathering up my pre-cum and moaning.

“You taste good,” he says with his lips pressed against my shaft.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Don’t come. Please, do not fucking come.

Coming doesn’t mean I lose. We can still play the game, but… he’s so in control down there while I’ve been teetering on the edge since he told me to get naked.

I focus on anything other than him, though I can’t peel my eyes away.

I can’t stop looking at the way his tongue drags along my dick and the way his fingers look wrapped around me.

I never thought seeing a guy touching my dick would be so fucking hot, but it’s way better than a woman.

Something about the rugged way he does it.

With confidence. Because he’s also had a dick his whole life and knows what to do with it.

I think that’s why I was so comfortable with him the other day.

There’s something about him that calms my soul.

He makes it easy to be myself without worry, and that is so important in a relationship.

Clearly he went into this game wanting me to have a heart attack. He’s not playing nice.

My fingers itch to run through his hair, scrape at his scalp.

I’d love nothing more than to force him to swallow my dick and come right down his throat.

I want to make him choke on it while he gasps for air, shoves at my hips, begging for me to let him up, but I won’t because I want him to feel it.

The timer goes off, and I let out a sigh of relief, but Tobias doesn’t stop.

His hot tongue runs down the underside of my dick, and he sucks one of my balls into his mouth, tonguing it.

“Fuck, Tobias…” I groan. “It’s yo—fuck!” He tugs at the skin of my balls with his teeth. It doesn’t hurt, but I wasn’t expecting it. When I look at him, he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“You didn’t come.”

“No shit,” I pant. “Get up here.”

We switch spots again, only before I get between his legs, I grab the bottle of lube from my end table. Tobias raises a brow, and I hold it up.

“Is this against the rules?”

“Nope.” He rolls his lips between his teeth. “But just know I grew up with a sister and paper-thin walls. I got used to coming silently. ”

“Good to know. But at this point, I’m not in it for the quiet. I’m in it for your cum.” I grin cockily at him. “Before I start, do you have an issue with things in your ass?”

I see the surprise in his eyes, and the slight twitch of his brows. He’s good at keeping a straight face, but not that good.

“No issue with it,” he says.

That’s it. That’s all he says. He doesn’t tell me not to shove my dick in there.

It’s not what I was planning to do, but I expected him to at least tell me not to.

Maybe Tobias likes being fucked. That turns me on almost as much as thinking about him fucking me…

Which I really wish he would do already.

I’d think most men in my position would be worried about it, but I almost feel like I’ve done it already, with all the dreams I’ve had.

They’re so vivid and satisfying but all they do is make me want more.

I want to be fucked, hard— specifically by Tobias.

I’m growing fond of him. I like spending time with him.

If only he’d be willing to try a relationship, I’d be willing to take a bigger risk in telling my family.

I’ve always been a relationship type of guy.

This whole wedding mess with Marianne doesn’t mean I don’t want to get married, I just want to settle down with the right person.

It’s a big step and I don’t want it to be a mistake or a regret because it’s too much to get out of later on.

Divorce is easy these days, but not for my family.

Divorcing Marianne would be worse than not marrying her at all.

I press the start button, then open the bottle of lube and squeeze it with both hands, drizzling it all over his thick cock, balls, thighs, and lower stomach. I wish it were chocolate sauce so I could lick it off. I’m tempted, but the lube won’t taste good. I should have licked his abs first…

“Remind me to add chocolate syrup to my shopping list,” I say, causing him to smile.

I toss the bottle, not even closing it, but that’s a problem for later.

I rub my hands all over his lower stomach, loving how firm he is.

I go around his cock, over his thighs. My hands glide easily, and when I come back up, I wrap both hands around his dick and squeeze.

He takes a deep breath, hips rising from the bed.

Stroking him slowly, I take in the way his stomach clenches, nipples harden, and fingers dig into the sheets.

He may be quiet, but he’s making so much goddamn noise with his body. It’s driving me insane.

I let go of him with one hand, dragging my finger down the seam of his sac and press down on his taint. His head presses back into the pillows as his arm comes over his face. I see his skin dent where he sinks his teeth into his forearm. He’s struggling to stay quiet. That’s good enough for me.

I slide my finger down more, grazing his puckered hole. He’s hairy over here and I love it. It's masculine and sexy. There is a slight dusting of hair on his chest, but his legs, thighs, and pubic area are full. It’s manly and rugged and turns me the fuck on .

Though being with a man is much different because of the anatomy, it’s not all that different from what I’m used to.

I know how to tease, I know how to turn someone on.

I know how to fuck. I can pull out all those same tricks, modify them slightly, and drive Tobias insane.

I’ve never had complaints in the bedroom, and I won’t start now.

I add some pressure with my finger, barely breaching his hole, but then I pull away and slide back up. His chest lowers as he lets out a breath. Bringing both hands back to his dick, I slide them up and down slowly, twisting my hands in opposite directions. I feel like a porn star.

I was a little offended when he asked if I’ve been sucking dick.

Why? Because it feels good? Because I’m not terrible at it?

Doesn’t mean I’ve been sleeping around… damn.

I go back to his hole, this time I push my finger in up to the knuckle.

My own vision goes blurry at the thought of being buried inside him, of feeling his tight hole wrapped around me and milking my cock.

Something tells me he likes to be in charge, even when he’s the one being fucked.

I like that. Fuck, I like that too much.

I stop to take a breath of my own, willing my dick to relax.

Pulling my finger out, I mean to bring it back to his dick. All I’m trying to do is tease him, but that’s not what happens. I slide it into him further, up to the second knuckle this time, my eyes wide with wonder as I watch his hole suck me in.

Fuck, he wants this .

He’s warm around my finger. Tight but soft.

His breathing is heavier, but… still no sound.

He’s stubborn. At this point, I don’t even care about the game.

I just want to keep doing this. I pull out and slide back in, this time as far as I can go.

The timer goes off, I flinch. Tobias grips my wrist before I can pull out of him so he can have his turn.

He sits up halfway. resting on one elbow to look at me, his eyes dark with lust.

“Don’t you dare think about taking your finger out of me,” he growls.

My dick throbs so fucking hard I think I’m going to come.

“You started this, you’re going to finish it now,” he adds before lying back down.

Fuck. Yes.

The excitement wears off in about two seconds though, and instead here come the nerves. There’s a ton of pressure on me now, to make this man come when I’ve never made a man come this way. All I can do is try my best. He doesn’t want me to stop, and that has to mean something.

I tighten my grip on his dick, slowly sliding it up and down while I wiggle my finger inside him to loosen him up, wanting to add another eventually.

It doesn’t take long before he’s clenched around two of my fingers, and I press deeper, feeling what I think is his prostate. I brush it and he groans.

“Yes, right there,” he pleads.

The tendons in his neck are standing out, his head mashed against the pillow.

Every muscle of his body is tense, and I want to see this man lose control.

I want to be the reason he loses control; the reason he questions everything.

So, I press firmer on his prostate, stroking it while jerking his dick.

I want to drag this out as long as I can, get him right on the edge.

I want him to enjoy the pleasure I’m giving him for as long as possible.

“Theo… I’m close.”

His moans grow raspy and closer together, his hips moving up along with my hand.

I love this, everything about it. Seeing this confident man like putty over my touch is amazing, but my God, I can’t wait to have him inside of me.

A pulse of pre-cum oozes from the tip of his dick, and I lick it up, causing him to curse.

When I stroke up, I squeeze the head of his cock before moving back down.

He seems to like that. I keep up the pace, slowly and torturously bringing him to what will hopefully be an amazing orgasm.

“Come,” I whisper, knowing he wants to. Hell, I’m about to myself. My dick is so hard I’m fucking dizzy. “Come for me, Tobias.”

He grits his teeth, letting out a growl as his dick erupts, squirting cum like a fucking geyser. I milk him of every drop, and when he’s rung dry, I sit there, staring at how sexy he is covered in his own mess. Lube everywhere. Panting. Naked.

I pull my fingers from his ass, not wanting that to get weird.

I move to get off the bed, but he grabs my wrist, tugging me on top of him to kiss me.

He forces his tongue into my mouth, our chests glued together with his cum.

Flipping us so he’s on top, he continues to kiss me while lifting off me slightly.

I can’t tell what he’s doing, but when his slicked-up hand wraps around my cock, I know.

I moan into his mouth over him using his cum to get me off.

It’ll be seconds before I erupt. I’ve been on edge for what feels like forever.

A few strokes and I’m digging my fingers into his ribs and crying out his name as I add my cum to his.

When I’m able to open my eyes, I find him staring down at me with a look I can’t begin to dissect.

Something between awe, confusion, and… affection, maybe?

I smile up at him. “Good game.”

His laugh starts out slow, but soon it’s much richer and louder. He drops onto his back, letting out a long sigh.

“I totally made that up on the way here.”

“Fuck you. Seriously?” I gasp.

He turns his head to look at me, his eyes shining with humor.

This fucking guy…