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Chapter Thirty-Four

Tobias

During the walk, I feel Theo’s eyes on me.

We take turns with Biscuit’s leash, who is still learning not to pull.

She’s a strong little thing, though I guess she isn’t all that little at about eighty pounds.

When I was walking her, Theo’s eyes would dip to my arms, since I went without my jacket.

He wasn’t trying to hide it, and I swear when I was ahead of him, he was staring at my ass, too.

The tension built and built, to the point that I walked the whole mile back with my dick hard as a rock. Which is why as soon as he unlocks the door and steps inside, I quickly unclip Biscuit’s leash and go for Theo’s mouth.

He gasps as our lips connect, and his back hits the wall with a thud. I grip his waist, pressing my body against his as he melts into me, our cold bodies warming up quickly. Theo digs his nails into my biceps as he kisses me back, his mouth hot and needy.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” I ask .

“Mhmm,” he whimpers, nodding his head.

I kiss his jaw, then lick and nip at his throat. Turning his head to give me more room, I suck on his soft skin, right over his thrumming vein. He groans, his dick hard against my thigh.

“You want me to show you what it feels like to be stuffed full of cock, Theo?”

“Fuck,” he cries out. “Yes. Please. Yes .”

I move my mouth back to his lips, sliding my hand along his erection through his pants. He thrusts against me desperately, but I pull back, panting almost as hard as he is. We stare at each other, eyes wide, mouths parted. I tilt my head toward the bedroom, and he hurries that way.

Biscuit is in her bed, already snoozing. That walk tired her out.

When I get to the bedroom, I close the door behind me and Theo turns to face me, chest heaving.

“I’m… scared,” he admits quietly.

“That it’ll hurt?” I ask, taking a few steps toward him.

He shakes his head. “That I’ll like it too much.”

Fuck… this man.

I cup his cheek, leaning in to kiss him.

“I’m here,” I say against his lips.

I’m not entirely sure what I mean by that or how he’s going to take it, but it seems like the right thing to say.

He nods, his hands coming around my waist, slipping under my shirt and running his fingers along my lower back.

I don’t move for a moment, allowing him to explore my body how he wants.

When he drops them, I lean in to kiss him again.

“I should warn you, though,” I say, stepping out of his grip and lifting my shirt over my head to drop on the floor. Theo’s gaze is on my abs. After a moment, he meets my eyes. “I will not stop after you come once.”

His eyes go wide, his dick twitching so hard I can see it.

I drop to my knees in front of him, tugging down his sweatpants enough to free his dick and then I take him into my mouth. His fingers dig roughly through my hair, scratching at my scalp, the nape of my neck, my shoulders.

“Tobias,” he groans. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

Shoving his pants down more, I release him from my mouth and help him out of them, then get to my feet and take his shirt off.

“I’m going to take care of you,” I tell him softly. “But if you want me to stop, just say so.”

“I don’t want you to ever stop,” he breathes out, his green eyes bright and full of wonder and maybe a little fear too.

I help him out of his shirt, then gesture for him to get onto the bed. I get the rest of my clothes off before grabbing the lube from his nightstand, then crawl onto the bed and settle between his thighs.

“Feet flat on the bed, knees bent up.”

He moves the way I tell him too, and I take a moment to just look at him. Running my hand up his calf and along his thigh, I memorize the curves and the muscles. He’s in shape with a perfect body.

“You’re so sexy. You know that?”

He doesn’t answer, just keeps watching me.

I fill my palm with lube, holding it over his dick and making a fist to drizzle it along his balls and cock.

It’s warmer this way, and not a shock when it reaches his skin.

I set the bottle down to run my open palm up his dick before cupping his balls and massaging them with my other.

He hums a sound of approval, his eyes falling shut.

Rubbing my hands together to lube up my other one, I go back to touching him gently, wanting him as relaxed as possible before I shove something into him for the first time ever.

I’m not usually such a gentle person when it comes to sex. I like to fuck, and I like to fuck hard, but something about Theo makes me want to be different.

“Are you ready for my finger?” I ask, running my thumb through the slit of his cock.

“Mm, yes,” he breathes out.

Keeping one hand around his dick, I slide the other one down, rubbing his taint and pressing on it, wanting him to get used to my touch on this area of his body.

“Have you done this to yourself before?”

“N-not really,” he says.

“Elaborate,” I say.

“Tried but couldn’t reach.”

That’s so hot. But also sad.

“Well, you have me to do it for you now.”

He moans desperately, his dick throbbing. When I brush his hole, it clenches, so I do it again, circling my finger around it until I see his body relaxing more.

“Just feel me, Theo. Don’t worry about anything else. I promise I won’t hurt you, and if you want me to stop, just tell me.”

“Okay,” he says softly.

I push my finger inside to the first knuckle. Theo groans, hips thrusting up. Pulling my finger out, I slide it back inside a little deeper. I do this over and over until he comfortably takes the whole thing with barely any resistance.

“How’s that?” I ask.

“It’s…” He blows out a sharp breath. “I don’t know.”

“Do you hate it?”

“Not at all.”

“So, I should keep going?”

“Fuck yes.”

I grin as I wiggle my finger a little, avoiding his prostate.

I want him to get used to having me inside him before I start playing with that.

He needs to think this is good, that this is the best it’s going to get, before I wow him.

Soon enough, I have him worked up to two fingers, and his dick is pouring pre-cum like lava.

“You’re close,” I tell him, wanting him to know how aware I am of his body.

“I’m hanging on by a thread,” he grits out .

“Let me help you with that,” I say, squeezing his dick to give him a firm stroke at the same time I find his prostate and press on it.

“Holy fuck!”

Rubbing that little button inside him, I keep jerking him with my other hand, slow and firm, and within seconds he’s erupting all over himself.

“Yes, baby. That was so fucking good, wasn’t it?” I ask. He gasps for air, nodding. “Are you done?”

“I want you in me.”

He’s still semi hard, which will change the second I’m inside him. His dick will be hard as stone. I scissor my fingers, stretching him to add a third finger, and when he’s thrusting against my hand, wanting more, I pull out and douse my dick with lube.

“I’ll go slow,” I say.

“I don’t think I want you to.”

“How about you wait until I’m inside you before you say that?”

I shift closer to him, lining my dick up with his hole, so fucking eager to be inside of him. I’ve thought about this moment so many nights, so many days. Now it’s finally here, and it couldn’t be more perfect.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he says. I give him a look, asking if he wants me to stop. “Do not stop.”

Smirking, I press forward enough that he can feel me there, just testing him out. I lean over him, putting my weight on my left hand by his head so I can kiss him while guiding my dick inside him with my other hand. He moans into my mouth when my cock head pops inside him.

“You’re so tight,” I whisper against his lips. “Relax for me.”

“I’m trying.”

Pulling out, I go right back in, this time a little deeper. His head is pressed into the pillow as he moans again, his body tense.

“Why does this feel so good?” he asks, on the verge of sobbing.

I can tell he isn’t upset. He’s not in pain, and not sad.

He’s confused on why this is all so right when he’s been living his life differently for so long.

I have no idea how I know that, I just do.

I sense it from him. In the way he moves, the way he sounds.

In everything he’s told me. I know what it feels like when things snap in place. It can be emotionally overwhelming.

I kiss him again, softly, as I slide deeper in.

I go as slow as I can, but I’m running out of patience here.

I’m only human, and he feels so fucking good.

I want to be buried inside him, want his walls clenched around me, want to hear his moans slip from his lips.

I want to fuck him hard and fast and make sure he feels it tomorrow and the day after. Then I’m going to do it again.

“I’ll always make you feel good.” I kiss the hollow of his throat, then across his chest. “Whenever you want, and when I want it, too.” A small whimper comes from his mouth.

Letting go of my dick, I find his hand, linking our fingers and pressing it into the mattress as I slide the rest of the way in.

“God, yes,” he breathes out, back arching as I bottom out.

I rest my forehead against his, taking a moment to breathe. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” he says before leaning up to kiss me. “Fuck me, Tobias. I am so ready for it.”

Shifting, I do as he asks, pulling out and thrusting right back in. He gasps, his hand tightening around mine. With each thrust, he gives in more, until he’s greedily sucking me in. His body matches my rhythm, grinding against me each time I go in.

“You take my cock like you were made for it,” I say.

He moans some inaudible words as I fuck him even harder. Every inch of him is perfect, and I tell him that over and over again as I bring us both closer to the edge.

“I’m so close,” he says.

“Me too,” I groan. “You want my cum, baby?”

“Fuck yes. Please .”

“Stroke your cock. I want to watch you come again first.”

He wastes no time reaching for his dick, jerking it rapidly.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, panting. His mouth falls open, and he comes with a silent cry, cum spraying between us, hitting his chin. I follow him right over, my dick throbbing out my release and filling his ass as he clenches me tight.

My body goes limp, and I bury my face in the crook of his neck to breathe .

His hands come around me, gentle fingers running up and down my spine.

I’m so relaxed, but my brain is going crazy.

All I can think is that I’m totally gone for this guy, and I have no idea how that happened.

Because it wasn’t supposed to. Yet, here I am acting a way I never thought I’d be, and I’m not even mad about it. Just… surprised.

Theo deserves kindness. He deserves to see the good things in people, because I feel like he didn’t get that from anyone.

Not from his family, anyway. I guess I didn’t really either, not since my father passed, and maybe that’s why I know how much it’s needed.

Maybe I want someone to see the good things in me and appreciate them instead of taking advantage of them or brushing it off because it’s my job.

Maybe I just want someone to love me for me.