Chapter Fifteen
Toby
Ernest’s eagerness made Toby hot and a little sweaty as they got back to the car in record time. Toby wasn’t sure how he managed to buckle up with his trembling hands and the scent of arousal filling his nose with every ragged breath he took.
Bowling, yeah, it was an aphrodisiac the way Ernest played it. All that strength made Toby shiver with anticipation. He wanted to be manhandled like that so much in bed. On any flat surface, really. Toby wasn’t going to be picky.
Ernest never took his eyes off the road as he blasted past cars at speeds that made Toby grin and think his mate was in some sort of race.
Was it presumptuous to strip in the car? Save time?
Do it.
People will see… won’t they?
Who cares? Our mate smells heavenly. Don’t you want to entice him with a striptease? Isn’t that what humans like?
Toby couldn’t actually argue because he was positive that there were folks who enjoyed that. Except Ernest was driving, was it safe?
Look at the way he handles the car. He’s a pro.
Again, Toby couldn’t argue with his bird’s logic.
Do it!
Side-eyeing Ernest, Toby reached for the hem of his T-shirt, forgetting the restrictive seatbelt. He got the T-shirt up his middle, then things got a little difficult.
Ernest chose then to glance in his direction.
That’s when things went a little awry. The car veered into the oncoming traffic, and there was the sound of horns blaring.
The car juddered as Ernest dragged it back into the right lane and Toby giggled hysterically.
“Sorry,” he spluttered, around the next bout of giggles.
“What… what are you doing?” He sounded strained.
Heat poured into Toby’s cheeks as he admitted, “I was thinking it would save time if I stripped now.”
A strangled noise came from Ernest, and Toby’s body was instantly covered in sweat from the look cast at him. Desire, Toby had experienced it, knew what it was. But how Ernest looked right then made Toby’s body feel as if he was on fire, and the only thing that would put it out was Ernest.
“Are we there yet?” Toby unclipped his seatbelt. Clothes were overrated when he was so hot.
“Please… oh gods… let us be there.” The car juddered around the next bend and, thankfully, up ahead, Toby could see his building.
Toby had flung his T-shirt in the back of the car and had toed off his sneakers, his jeans were open, and he was wiggling them down his hips as the car came to an abrupt stop.
He fired forward, except Ernest was reaching for him and stopped him from hitting anything. Dragged over Ernest’s lap, his jeans got in the way, trapping his legs.
“Gods!” Half on Ernest’s lap, he fumbled with his own seat belt as Toby moved to suck on the side of Ernest’s neck.
The next sound he made came out pained when Toby’s teeth grazed the hard beating pulse. His bird wanted to peck, except cool air touched his bare chest, and then they were moving. His legs dangled down, his jeans continuing to prevent him from using them to get closer to Ernest.
“Keys,” Ernest gasped. “Keys!” Large hands under his ass squeezed, and whatever Ernest was talking about was beyond Toby, who had lost all his patience, it seemed.
He blamed his bird side.
“Please… keys,” Ernest begged. “I need to get you inside.”
Inside… yes. “Under the mat,” he managed to say in between the nibbling he was doing on the hot skin that tasted like sunshine.
He was jiggled around and hung at a weird angle, but Ernest did not put him down, and he never stopped exploring the strong, corded neck. Ernest made the most enticing noises, and Toby was going to see what other noises he could get him to make.
Toby only knew they were inside his apartment because he bounced on his bed as Ernest dropped him. He blinked and groaned at the sight of his mate dragging his clothes off.
For several seconds he just watched the vast body appear before him.
Ernest’s chest alone was a work of art. Dips and grooves honed through hard work, though that was not what held Toby’s attention for long.
It was the hard shaft in all its magnificence, waving at Toby like a magic wand, looking to do a trick or two.
“Naked… need you…”
The animalist demand sent Toby’s cock into overdrive, and he had to grab and squeeze himself to stop something from happening before he was naked.
“Please,” Ernest begged, bending to shuck off his shoes and pants.
Toby’s one remaining brain cell told him he needed to get naked, too.
In a flash, Toby was wriggling against the covers, legs in the air as he tugged off socks, throwing them randomly around the room, before attacking his jeans, which were still clinging to his thighs, pulling them down and off with his underwear.
With his bottom back on the bed, Toby wore a salacious smile, licking his lips to let Ernest know exactly what he was coming for. His mate!
Barely having a second to throw the underwear he held in his huge fists, Ernest was back to aiming that delightful divining rod at him.
Toby came up, swaying his hips, and crawled to the end of the bed, where Ernest hesitated, his eyes laser-focused on Toby’s backside.
Toby could never claim to be a sex expert, no, and he didn’t have that much experience of being sexy.
The way Ernest was looking at him, he felt like a siren.
Alluring. Tempting. It was exhilarating.
And Toby’s cock was fully on board. It swung between his thighs, dripping onto the covers just in case Ernest missed his excitement.
Powerful thighs, a massive chest and a dick that he’d feel for days after, drew Toby closer.
He came up reaching to grip the shaft, eyes widening when he couldn’t quite get his fingers to meet around the warm, silky girth.
“So big,” he groaned in utter delight, before leaning in to run the tip of his tongue over the enormous head.
They groaned in unison.
The bittersweet taste hit Toby’s taste buds, and he lost the ability to think beyond feeding the desire for more. He sucked the head into his mouth, feeling his lips stretch at the sheer width. His mouth had always been sensitive, and he teased himself, rocking forward, slurping and sucking lewdly.
“Ohhhhh… you’re… really… good at that,” Ernest moaned, shaky hands gripping his shoulders.
The only sounds in the room were the slurping and moaning—it was music that set Toby’s soul on fire. He rocked more energetically forward, miscalculating as the head hit his tonsils and he coughed and spluttered. His eyes were watering as Ernest staggered back.
“Sorry-y-y,” Ernest stutter moaned.
Toby wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, grinning at how desperate Ernest came across, but also very polite. “Why don’t you lie down on the bed, and I’ll have better control then.”
The speed at which Ernest hit the mattress had Toby bounce up into the air and land half on top of his mate. He was so big and solid, he didn’t so much as flinch. Toby crawled right on top and set off exploring.
To start with, Ernest laid his hands on the covers until Toby showed interest in his nipples.
Big brown discs, they firmed quickly when Toby teased them with his mouth.
The hard nubs were very tempting as he kissed from one to the other and back again.
Exploring the wide expanse. The silky texture.
The rippling muscles that bunched under his touch.
His hands roamed down the torso, paying attention to each sound Ernest made and the iron rod rubbing against the crack of his ass.
His body reacted, slick sliding down between his thighs onto Ernest.
Toby felt no embarrassment when Ernest’s hands went to the globes of his ass, pulling them apart to rub his dick between them.
Bite him. Bite him. Bite him.
His animal side chanted, but Toby wanted to enjoy himself first. Wanted Ernest to keep teasing them both with the slide of flesh against flesh, warming and stretching.
Hard bud between his teeth, he chewed it just as two fingers slid deep into his ass. He shuddered and moaned around the nipple.
Despite his size, Ernest was gentle, moving, stretching, and nudging at Toby’s prostate with a dedication that drove him wild.
“You’re real good at all the sexting stuff,” Toby panted, rutting against Ernest, needing some friction on his cock, but not wanting to move too far away from the magical fingers.
“You make it easy,” he grunted. “Or hard… depending on your outlook.”
Chuckling in desperation, Toby squirmed at the fire that was about to consume him whole when Ernest paid special attention to his prostate.
The squelching noises were super loud, and Toby would consider whether he should be embarrassed once they’d finished, because right now, those noises meant he was ready.
“Enough, kiss me,” Toby demanded, sliding up the ways so he could reach Ernest’s mouth and get the cock in the right place.
Ernest, it seemed, did not need to be asked twice. The second kiss was similar to the first. His mate was very thorough, and every part of Toby buzzed with the depth of passion. In his whole life, no kiss had consumed him in the same way.
Toby somehow got Ernest into the right place and, lifting, he wiggled to press the head of Ernest’s cock against his slick ass.
The pressure short-circuited his brain as the muscles stretched, making a fiery heat move through him as his body adapted to accommodate the ginormous cock that his mate had.
One that Toby was very grateful for because he loved big things.
Fate is most definitely my best friend right now!
Ernest took over and guided him down his shaft painfully slowly, not once did he stop kissing him.
Their tongues did a sultry dance together as the world narrowed down to just the two of them.
If anyone had asked Toby if there was anyone else important in his life, he would have said no.
Ernest was his world, and he saw nothing wrong with that.
Fully seated on his mate, the kissing stopped as they panted and gasped, their gazes held as Ernest rocked gently. Hip tilt, pelvis grind. Hip tilt, pelvis grind. On and on, they stared at each other, seeking pleasure from one another.
Toby’s hands ran over Ernest’s chest, his fingers playing with his nipples.
The second he arched his head back, Toby came forward, his teeth striking the thick cord of Ernest’s neck.
Blood filled his mouth, the coppery essence of his mate changing him.
Connecting him on a cellular level. With that knowledge deeply rooted inside him, Toby’s cock erupted, spilling his seed over his mate.
Teeth retracting, he licked the traces of blood away, then moved to put his throat in front of Ernest. His mouth opened, and the cock in his ass went wild.
The pain came with delightful pleasure, the two merged, and Toby could do nothing but cling on as a spectrum of color invaded the back of his eyelids as they slipped shut, right before the world ceased to exist.