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Chapter Thirty-Five

Theodore

My phone dings in the middle of me and Tobias watching a movie. I glance at it absently, but my stomach drops when I see it’s a text from Marianne.

Merry Christmas, sleepyhead! Just wanted to let you know we landed safely in New York. I’ll call you later. Xoxo

I unlock my phone and clear the notification. She thinks I’m sleeping, so I’ll message her later.

“This is an interesting movie,” I say, as Santa stabs someone in the eye with a Christmas star.

“It’s my favorite Christmas movie,” Tobias answers with a smile, reaching over to take my hand.

He said he doesn’t do the relationship thing, and we’re supposed to be friends with benefits, but he’s doing a lot of relationship-like things. Holding my hand, kissing me, being gentle. All things that never mattered much to me before, but are now everything.

“So, what are we doing for dinner?” he asks.

“Well, I hadn’t thought of that yet.”

“It’s nearly three.”

“Are you getting hungry?” I ask in a voice you’d talk to a child in.

Tobias chuckles, and says, “As a matter of fact, I am.” Gripping my chin, he pulls me to him, kissing me firmly, his tongue sliding into my mouth. “Maybe you can ride me and take my mind off it.”

“I can do that,” I breathe out, our eyes locking.

“Go get the lube and come back naked.”

I get off the couch embarrassingly fast, hurrying into the bedroom to get the lube and shuck my clothes.

When I get back to the living room, he’s naked too, lazily stroking his dick.

I stop in my tracks to take in the sight.

Tobias is a work of art. Each dip and crevice of muscle and soft spots are perfectly placed.

I’ve never seen a more attractive human in my life.

He must feel my gaze on him, because he glances at me, smirking when he sees me watching.

“You good?”

I nod, walking toward him.

“You sure you’re ready for this? You’re not too sore?”

“Not too sore.”

My body knows he was there, but I’m not in pain. He was careful and made everything feel good. What I do feel is a delicious reminder of what we did, and if we do it again, that reminder will last longer.

I straddle his lap, leaning down to kiss him, and whisper, “I want you to fuck me so much, I never stop feeling it.”

His eyes fill with lust. “I can arrange that,” he rasps out, hands sliding up my thighs.

Tobias makes things easy because I trust him to lead me in the right direction. I trust him to take care of me, which is why I’m so comfortable being myself and doing what feels good. Thrusting against him, I grind my dick against his. He settles back, smiling up at me.

“Do as you wish,” he says. “Show me what feels good for you.”

He hands me the lube, the bottle nearly empty. I’ll have to make sure I get another—or five. Once I have a good amount in my hand, I wrap it around both our dicks and stroke us together. I saw this one time, in one of the porn videos I watched, and it got me so hard.

“I like the way your cock feels against mine. Soft skin, but hard as a rock.” I run my hand up and down us slowly, my eyes locked onto his.

“So do I,” he rasps, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “What else?”

Leaning in, I kiss his throat, dragging my nose along his skin to nibble at his jaw.

“I like the way you taste.”

He hums a sound of approval. “Keep going. ”

Sitting back, I grab his wrist and bring it to my dick, while I keep his in my hand. “I like the way you jerk me off.”

“Do you?” he asks, eyes lighting up as he strokes me teasingly.

I nod, adding, “And I think I’ll like it more while I’m riding your fat cock.”

He grunts a sexy sound and says, “Then what are you waiting for?”

It’s been only a few hours since he was in me. We showered and cleaned up, but being dirty isn’t my concern. Tobias took his time to stretch me earlier, so fucking wasn’t a problem. He was in control then. With this being new, and me doing something I’ve never done, I’m nervous all over again.

Then I remember what I said to him earlier, about not wanting him to go slow. We did that before, and even though this is only my second time, I may as well just go for it. I trust him enough that if I need to stop, he’ll let me, and it won’t be a big deal.

Pouring more lube on his dick, I take my slicked-up hand and lube up my hole too. Fire lights his eyes, knowing what I’m doing.

“One day I’ll watch you fuck yourself. Right now, I need you on my dick.”

His mouth… so sexy.

I shift around to angle him at my hole, and carefully lower on to him. It takes some time to work my way down, the pressure is more than it was last time. There are a few pinches of pain, and I have to stop to breathe and try again.

“Take your time,” he whispers. “Go slow. Relax.”

Tobias kisses my chest, fingers brushing my skin as I work myself onto him. Eventually, he’s buried inside me, and I swear he’s even deeper than he was before.

“I could stay like this all day,” I moan.

His hands slide up my ribs, and he leans forward to flick his tongue against my pointed nipple.

“I have no objections.”

I grasp at the hair at the nape of his neck and rock my hips, finding a rhythm that has him hitting my prostate each time. It’s like magic.

Riding a cock should feel weird. I’m thirty years old, and this is a huge new experience for me. But with Tobias, everything feels right. His hands, his mouth, his dick. All of it is just right.

“Damn, you feel so good,” he says, thrusting up into me.

“So do you,” I tell him. “It feels… so fucking… good.”

“Faster,” he grunts. “Fuck me faster. Harder. Make me come in your ass again.”

My God…

I do as he says, starting off slow and then pumping harder. He fills me up so good, slamming against that little button inside me that has me wanting to detonate. Each swipe brings me closer to orgasm, and if I hadn’t come already, I think I would have by now .

“Jerk your dick,” he demands, gripping my waist to slam into me from below.

“I’ll c-come.”

He grins, and it nearly blinds me. Fuck, he’s so handsome.

“That’s the point.”

The second my hand is around my dick, I know I won’t last another thirty seconds. Not with the way he’s fucking me and groaning and looking at me like I hung each star in the sky just for him.

“Tobias…”

“Yeah, baby?” he grits out, eyes downcast on the way my hand moves along my dick.

“I’m-I’m going to—fuck!” The orgasm hits me, and I paint his chest with my release. There was no stopping it; it came out of nowhere.

“Fuck, Theo—” He comes with a growl, nails digging into my ass. I feel the heat of his release pumping into me, and I clench him tight, milking every drop from him as I enjoy the last moments of my pleasure.

His arms come around me, pulling me against him. I rest my cheek on his shoulder, breathing in his masculine scent mixed with musk and sex.

I’m afraid my fear has come true.

I like this way too much.

We shower again, this time more quickly, and then we figure out a plan for dinner. As we wait for pizza to arrive, because apparently not everyone is closed on Christmas, we find another movie to watch. My phone rings, and when I see Marianne’s name flashing across the screen, I grab it.

“I, uh… gotta take this.”

Tobias pulls his attention from the TV to look at me, his face neutral.

“No problem.” He gives me a smile that shatters my heart. Everything on his face tells me he trusts me, and here I am… being an asshole. Fucking lying to him. Biscuit takes my spot the moment I get up. I go into my bedroom and close the door.

“Hey,” I answer.

“Guess what!” she squeals into the phone.

“What?”

I run a hand through my hair, moving as far away from the door as possible and keeping my voice down, but not enough that she’ll think I’m purposely being quiet.

“Betty is in labor!”

“What? She is? Seriously?”

“Yes! They think she’ll have the baby before tomorrow. Isn’t that so sweet? It’s a Christmas baby.”

“Wow, that is amazing. Is everything going to be okay, though? She’s early, right?”

“Yeah, a little but they think the baby will be fine.”

“Let her know I wish her all the luck.”

“I will. I also wanted to let you know our trip will be extended because of it. I’m not sure for how long, but when I figure it out, I’ll let you know. ”

I can’t help but smile over that. The longer she’s gone, the more time I get with Tobias.

“No worries, just take care of your sister and send me pictures when the baby is born.”

“Love you, bye!”

“Love you too,” I say quietly, then end the call and press my forehead to the wall.

I should be sad that my fiancée is going to be gone for longer than we thought, but all I can think about is enjoying Tobias uninterrupted.