Page 38

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Tobias

I walk into my living room with long strides. When I reach the couch, Theo opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off with a kiss, my hands gripping his face. He sucks in a breath through his nose, hand coming up to grip my shirt.

“You look so hot,” he says between kisses.

“I want to fuck you,” I say back.

He groans a sound of approval, so I tear his shirt off, then tug him to his feet to get him out of his pants. When he’s naked, I turn him around and push him onto the couch.

“Hold onto the back.”

“Wh—”

His word cuts off on a hiss when I bury my face in his ass and lap at his hole that my dick will be buried inside of in less than five minutes.

“Oh, God—Tobias! ”

When I reach around to grab his dick, I find him hard and leaking for me. Spreading his pre-cum along his shaft, I use it to jerk him off while I devour his ass.

“You better not come,” I growl against him. “Not yet.”

“I wo-won’t.”

I lick him until I can’t take it anymore, and then I get to my feet.

“Don’t move,” I warn as I head into my bedroom to grab the lube. I will fuck him on my bed eventually, but right now, I want him just the way he is. Bent over my couch with his perfect ass in the air for me.

Theo riding my cock was by far one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced, but seeing him like this? It’s making me feral.

When I get back into my living room, I notice he didn’t move at all. Other than his body trembling from breathing so damn hard.

I pour the lube in his crease, then smear it in and shove a finger inside him while unzipping my slacks and freeing my dick.

I waste no time shoving another finger inside, needing him ready as soon as possible.

I need him right this fucking second, and he isn’t putting up a fight. In fact, he’s enjoying it.

“Are you good? Because I need to be inside you.”

“Yes, please. Do it.”

Pulling my fingers out, I step closer and line my dick up to press inside him.

I slide in all in one go. He groans and writhes and presses into me, obviously liking it.

I don’t give him a second to get used to it, I just start fucking him.

I need this. Something about seeing him in my house, waiting for me on my couch, fucking smiling at me.

It’s doing all sorts of things to me, and I can’t think clearly.

“I’ve never fucked anyone in my house,” I tell him. I have no idea why I say it. It’s like I need him to know that he’s special, because he is, and I have no fucking idea why but it’s terrifying. Maybe we can share in the terror of whatever this is turning into.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”

I chuckle. “I’m only fucking you, Theo.”

“Way too good.”

It’s fine because I’m going to come too. So I keep fucking him hard and fast, and the orgasm hits me out of nowhere. My heart is pounding when I’m milked dry, and I rest my forehead on his back. His skin is warm, covered in a thin layer of sweat.

He starts shaking, and I lift off him, worried he’s crying.

“Are you—”

I realize he’s laughing, and the motion makes my dick slide out.

My eyes catch on the way my cum drips out of his hole, down his balls and onto my couch.

He moves, but I press my hand to his back.

“Stay still,” I tell him, wanting to see more of it drip out of him.

My cum in his tight ass. “Fuck, that’s so hot. ”

I swipe it up, and rub it all over his hole, his ass cheeks, and balls. I want it to seep into his pores, become part of him.

“You fucking me like that was hot,” he says, looking at me over his shoulder with a smile.

“What are you laughing at?”

He gets to his feet, standing beside me. “One, I came all over your couch. Two, you’re still fully dressed.”

I look down at my clothes. “I really wanted to fuck you.” My gaze goes to the couch. “And that? It’s easy enough to clean. It’s leather.”

The doorbell rings, and Theo’s eyes go wide.

“Don’t worry, it’s just my delivery.”

“I don’t think he deserves a tip in the form of me naked, so…” He grabs his clothes and hurries into my room. I wonder if he looked around and knew it was my room or if he just ducked into the nearest one.

The groceries are all left on my porch, so I bring them inside. I could have told Theo the driver wouldn’t be there, but it was fun seeing him bounce away. His ass has a nice jiggle to it.

“Is it safe?” he calls out.

Laughing, I call back, “Yes!”

He comes out of my room, fully clothed, cheeks a little pink. He helps me put everything away as best he can, but he has no idea where anything goes. Still, he tries, and I love that .

“Tobias?”

“Hm?”

I look up, finding him holding a box of cereal in one hand. “Where does this go?”

Something about the way he looks right now…

messy hair, reddened cheeks, thoroughly fucked, holding my box of cereal in my kitchen.

I stand up from my position at the lower cabinet and walk over to him.

I grab the box and blindly put it on the counter, moving closer to him and grabbing his chin to kiss him.

I walk him backwards and he hits the counter with a gasp, so I press my body against his, kissing him deeply.

“Let’s do this,” I say, causing his nose to crinkle in confusion. “A relationship. The real thing. Let’s do it.”

“What?” His eyes widen. “I thought… you said…”

I shake my head, holding his bright green gaze. “I know what I said, but I want this. With you. I don’t know, it’s fucking crazy, honestly, but it feels right. There’s a lot we need to talk about because of my job but… Theo, I want this. I want you .”

“Fuck, you’re serious?” he breathes out.

I search his eyes, waiting for him to say no. To tell me he can’t, or he doesn’t want to. Maybe he is lying about the engagement, and he needs an excuse. But then he breaks into a smile, throwing his arms around my neck and burying his face against my shoulder.

“I don’t know what it is about you, Tobias, but nothing has ever felt so right before. I want to do this with you.”

I wrap him tightly in my arms, hoping like hell I didn’t just make a huge mistake.

“Is this the one you made with your dad?” he asks when I walk into my living room with a box of pizza that was just delivered.

“Yeah,” I answer, stopping beside him. “I’m surprised it’s still together. Neither of us knew what the hell we were doing, and it’s like twenty-five years old.”

“You guys did a great job,” he says with a smile, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

The sweet gesture makes me smile.

We sit on the couch, that we thoroughly cleaned, flip the box open and start eating. We already have a movie playing, some comedy I let him pick since we always watch scary stuff which he said he doesn’t particularly like. It’s not that I hate comedies, I just don’t find a lot of them funny.

“Should we talk about this?” he asks.

“Regretting your decision already?” I smirk.

“Not at all,” he says with a firm shake of his head. “I just want to make sure we figure things out now, because we don’t know how things will go in the future.”

“Okay, yeah. That’s a good idea.”

I hand him a napkin, then wipe the grease from my fingers and turn to face him more fully.

I start by saying, “First, we have to be honest with each other, always . If you decide this isn’t for you, that it’s too much and not what you want or need, you have to tell me. ”

“I will. I promise. And same for you.”

“Of course,” I answer. “So, my main concern is my job. Does it bother you?” I hold my finger up when he opens his mouth. “Please, think about it. Don’t answer rashly.”

“Trust me, I’ve already thought about it.”

I huff out a laugh. “Okay, then. Go on.”

“Yes, your job bothers me, but ,” he emphasizes.

“Not in the way that I want you to quit. I would never tell you what to do with your life and the decisions you’ve made for yourself.

I respect you enough to talk about things, rather than get mad about them.

” His gaze softens as he continues. “Being a client of yours helped me be more comfortable, because I see how professional you are. So, it bothers me in the sense that all these people will get to spend time with you and do fun things with you, but I think it’s something I can deal with. ”

“And if you can’t?”

“We’ll talk about it.” I don’t say anything to that, because I’m not sure what to say.

I want to ask if he would expect me to quit.

He said he wouldn’t, but I’m not sure that’s entirely true.

But I don’t know for sure, so I can’t make up scenarios in my head.

“You do understand why I feel that way, right? Like you understand why someone would be a little bothered, or even jealous?” he adds.

“Of course I understand, but that’s why I’m so big on trust and communication.

I have…” I sigh, not wanting to get into this but knowing I have to.

“My last relationship was awful, and it’s the reason I’ve stayed away from them.

Brandon and I ha d already broken up before I started working at Foxy’s, but there were a ton of other issues in our relationship.

Maybe I don’t know how to do this right.

I may fuck it up, but I want us to try. To work on it together. ”

I think together we can do anything.

I don’t say that because it sounds too serious, but it’s true. Something about Theo makes me feel like I can accomplish anything. That I can be brave. If there's something I can't do, he will help me.

Theo takes my hand, linking our fingers. “I want that too.”

We finish the pizza, not leaving even a crumb behind and watch another movie. Then Theo goes home because Biscuit is there, and he doesn’t want to leave her alone all night.

We kiss for five whole minutes on my porch, in the drizzling rain, while his car heats up.

Even after he’s driven off, I stay out there, staring down the road in the direction his car went.

When I close and lock my door, I’m hit with the realization that if this goes badly, it’s going to fuck me up worse than Brandon did.

Because this is different and so much better than Brandon ever did.

Hopefully, Theo is a better man than Brandon.