“You might not have expectations”—I grip his jaw, making sure he hears what I say—“but I do. And if you get to touch me, I expect to get to touch you.” I angle a brow at him. “Understand?”
Tobias’s lips curve into an easy smile. “Yes, ma’am.”
He better, because I’m about to touch the hell out of him.
Sliding off his lap requires a little bit of an unsexy limp noodle impression, because Tobias doesn’t seem to want to let me go. But I manage to make it—even if it’s somewhat ungracefully—to the floor. Positioned between his spread legs, I slide my hands over the worn fabric of his jeans, giving the thick, muscular thighs beneath a little bit of a squeeze as I go.
Reaching for his waistband, I watch his face as I flip the button of the fly free and carefully lower the zipper.
Tobias’s eyes follow my every move, pupils dilating as his breathing speeds up. Seeing how much he wants me to touch him—even if he won’t admit it or ask for it—makes me feel almost dizzy. Powerful in a weird way.
I want more of that feeling.
Spreading his pants open, I tug them down just a little to make sure there won’t be any zipper mishaps, then I go for the waistband of his black briefs. The hard line of his dick is already fighting the cotton fabric, leaving a dark spot of wetness where the head is trapped just beneath the elastic.
Anticipation claws at my insides as I pull the stretchy edge up and over, displaying his cock in all its glory.
Yeah. He’s definitely filled out. All over the place.
Or maybe I just got used to being underwhelmed.
“Fucking hell, Brooke.” Tobias groans, his hands clenching to fists at his sides. “If you keep looking at it like that, I’m going to come before you even touch me.”
I lift my eyes to his face. “That sounds messy.”
“It is.” Tobias is breathless. “That’s why I keep a change of clothes in my office now.”
My heart is racing as I trace a path down his length, the velvety smooth feel of his skin making my mouth water. “Smart thinking.”
“Fuck.” Tobias starts to reach for me, but drops his hand before it connects. “That feels so good.”
I can’t stop the little laugh that sneaks out. “Last time I touched you like this you said it tickled.”
“You can tickle me there whenever you want.” The words rush from his mouth, turning to a groan as my touch shifts, fist gripping him tight. “Or just do that.”
I plan to do way more than that, and I’m honestly tired of teasing us both, so I lean forward, wrapping my lips around him. The slickness already collected at his slit is salty against my tongue as I work my way over him, taking his length deeper and deeper with each pass.
This act has never been particularly appealing to me, but the sounds Tobias is making—the words of praise and appreciation roughly passing through his lips—are making this moment one I’m already eager to rep?—
“Shit.” Tobias’s fingers fork into my hair, pulling tight as he drags my mouth off his dick.
I’m not expecting the action, so all my focus goes to making sure my teeth don’t get involved. Straightening in surprise, I look up just as Tobias grips his glistening cock, big hand squeezing tight as lines of cum streak across the abs I’m so fascinated by.
And I’ve got to admit, I think I like them even better like this. I can’t explain why, but seeing Tobias breathing heavy, covered in the cum I’m responsible for, has my thighs pressing together against a throb of heat. Knowing how much I enjoyed having him in my mouth makes me eager to find out how good he’ll feel other places.
Unfortunately, I’ll have to wait to find out because Tobias hasalready?—
I tip my head as his dick flexes, looking just as hard as it was before.
He flashes me a smirk as he grabs his discarded T-shirt and swipes away the mess. “Impressed?”
I mean… A little.
Tobias tosses away the shirt and crooks a finger at me. “Come here.”
That’s the plan.
Before doing as he requests, I stand, pushing down my panties and kicking them away. This time when I settle on top of him, there’s much less between us. I can’t fight the urge to rub against him. I want…
