Chapter 6

Tobias

Her words suck the air right out of my lungs. Wild and fast, my heart pounds within my chest, trying to burst free.

My fingers tremble as I bite the inside of my cheek, my nose stinging and my eyes misty.

She has no idea how much those words just healed a part of me. Each one was like a stitch, piecing my heart, soul, and mind back together.

And right now, in this moment, I know everything will be alright. It will work out in the end. Because I have everything I need to keep me strong right beside me. I’ll never forgive myself for how I’ve treated her these past few years or the pain I’ve caused. But I plan on spending every day of my life, until my dying breath, proving to her that giving me another chance wasn’t a mistake. I won’t allow it to be.

Screw anyone else and what they might think, Lilly is mine. Always has been and always will be. My forever, my best friend, my soul mate, mine.

She lets out a gasp as I yank her down, her body landing on top of mine. Wrapping my arm around her, I flip us over so that I’m the one hovering above her, pinning her to the bed.

“Toby,” she pants out my name, eyes wild with need and lips parted in anticipation.

“I love you, Flower,” I murmur, chest rising and falling with every heavy breath I take as I work hard to keep my impulses under control, to not fuck her right here on my childhood bed like I’ve dreamed about so many damn times as an obsessed teenager. “I need you to know I’m not going to hurt you anymore. I know actions speak louder than words, but I plan on showing you every fucking day. Prove to you that I live and fucking breathe for you,” I growl, brushing my lips against hers. A tiny whimper escapes, and I’m nearly done for. “The only crying I want to see from you is when you're shattering around me as you sob out my name, Baby Girl.” I rock my hips, letting her know just how fucking crazy I am for her right now. “The only tears that will fall are the ones that slip free as you take me down this tight throat, gagging on my cock like a good fucking girl.”

“Oh god,” she whimpers, her breathing coming out in heavy pants.

“Do you think you can do that for me?” I murmur, grazing my lips back down her jaw, giving it a nip before I bring my face back to hover over hers.

I’ve never seen her eyes so wide before. Pure, unfiltered lust shines brightly within them. I did that; I made her feel that way... for me.

I need her. I know I don’t have a right to ask anything from her right now, but my whole body is trembling to touch her, taste her, make her feel good.

“Yes,” her voice cracks as if she’s about to cry.

“What's wrong?” My brows furrow.

“I love you.” Her breathing picks up. “I love you so much. I need you. Can I please be yours now?”

“Oh, baby,” I breathe out, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t you know by now, you’ve always been mine?”

“Toby.” My name on her lips is like a prayer.

“Yes, my Flower?” I murmur, kissing her forehead again and again, soft, slow, lingering kisses.

“I need to hear you say it.”

My lips curve into a smile against her skin. Part of me can’t believe this is actually happening. Lilly and me. Together. Official. Something I’ve been wanting for so damn long. Something I thought I’d never get, I’d never allow myself to have.

I can’t even remember why I tried to prevent this from happening. All of that seems silly and pointless now.

“You're mine, Lilly.” I kiss my way down from her forehead to the tip of her nose before pulling back. “My girl. My heart. My everything.”

“I’m your girlfriend?”

She needs the words, those exact words, to settle that niggling doubt that’s still in the back of her mind.

“Yes, baby.” I lean my weight onto my left arm as I use my free hand to brush some wild stands of bright blonde hair from her perfect face. “You're my girlfriend, Lilly. And I’m your boyfriend.” I chuckle.

The bright smile that takes over her face has my heart exploding in my chest. I did that. I made her smile. And fuck me, I want to see her smile like that each and every day for the rest of our lives.

“Good!” she squeals excitedly, finding some newfound strength as she flips us over. She settles herself over my painfully-stiff cock, making me groan as she adds pressure to it and slowly rocks her hips. She bites her lips as I stare up at her. She’s so fucking amazing. Perfect. Everything. “Now, fuck me.”

My brows furrow up as I bark out a surprised laugh. “Lilly.”

“What?” She gives me a playful smile. A tightness forms in my chest like another part of me stitches back together. There’s no fucking way I’m ever going to fuck up again and lose this. I’d rather die. “Are you telling me you don’t want me?”

The pout she gives me is adorable. But she’s not going to get what she wants that easily.

With a growl, I grip her hips and flip her onto her back again—this time, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. “What has gotten into you?” I laugh, eyes flicking between hers with a mix of amusement and heat.

“Clearly not you,” she huffs, rolling her eyes.

My brows shoot up again. “So, we’re going full brat right from the gate?”

She licks her lips, squirming under me. “You got a problem with that?”

My eyes grow dark. “That’s not fair,” I growl, unable to keep myself from rocking my hips. “Do you know how impossible it is not to give you everything you want?”

She chews on her lower lip. “The only thing I want right now is you,” she whispers. “Please, Toby. Please?” She lifts her hips up to meet mine.

I close my eyes, groaning as I lower my head, bringing my forehead down to hers. “You're killing me, baby.”

“I love it when you call me that,” she admits, her voice soft.

With my eyes still closed, I grin, breaths coming out heavy again. “I want to, baby. I want to so bad. You have no idea how much self-control it’s taking me not to fuck you into this mattress right now.”

“Then do it,” she whines.

I groan again. “Behave, Lilly.”

“No,” she pouts.

Moving my head up, I look her in the eyes. “When I have you again—and I mean, all of you wholly, completely—it won’t be in this house, with our family downstairs.”

Her cheeks heat, seeming to forget about that little bit of information.

“Because when I’m inside you, I don’t want to hold back. I want to spend the night making you cum again and again.” I lower my lips against hers as I speak, “And again.”

Her warm breath fans against my lips with every little puff as she whimpers so soft, so sweetly for me.

I’m crazy; I’d have to be to deny this woman anything.

“But...”

“But?” Her eyes light up with excitement. Yup, that just answered my own inner battle on what to do next.

“Are you wet for me, Lilly?” I ask, knowing damn well she is. Pride shines bright inside me, knowing how much she wants me.

“So wet,” she breathes out. I curse, my cock twitching against my jeans.

“Is that pretty little pussy aching?”

“Yes.” She nods frantically. “So bad.”

“Then how about I lick you like the best damn ice cream cone I’ve ever had and take that ache away.”

“Please, god, yes!” she practically sobs. “Yes. I want that.”

My lips crash down onto hers with a growl as I kiss her with so much pent-up need, my lips grinding against hers in a frenzy.

She moans into the kiss, arching her back, pressing her perfect tits into my chest.

Letting her hands go, I move quickly, pulling her shirt up just enough to reveal her breasts. “Fuck,” I murmur, eyeing up the perfect, heavy mounds. And luck is on my side because she’s wearing a bra that clips in between her tits.

With one hand, I flick it open, letting her breasts fall free.

“I’m not sure if I should be impressed that you know how to undo a girl's bra so fast or jealous and pissed off.”

“Ha,” I chuckle, diving down to take one of her peaked nipples into my mouth.

Her words morph into a moan. “Shhh,” I warn around the nipple trapped between my teeth. She hisses, pressing her tit into my face. “You gotta be quiet, or they’re going to hear us.”

“I’ll try,” she replies breathlessly. “But it’s gonna be hard. So hard.”

Giving her nipple one last suck, I let it pop free from my lips and grab my pillow. “Here.”

“Are you trying to smother me?” she asks, lifting a brow. “Tired of me already?”

“Never.” I laugh, this carefree feeling pumping through me. I haven’t been this happy in so damn long. It’s addicting. She’s addicting. I really was an idiot to think I could go on with my life without her in my arms, like this, right now. “But I’m about to make you scream so damn loud, and if you don’t muffle those sweet cries of pleasure, we’re going to get caught, and all hell’s gonna break loose.”

She pauses for a moment. “Good point.” She nods. “Now, stop talking and start eating.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I growl, moving down her body. Grabbing the waistband of her leggings, I pull them down, taking her panties too.

She lifts her ass, allowing me to take her leggings off completely. Tossing them to the floor, I grab her knees and spread them apart.

“Fuck me.” A groan rattles in my chest as my eyes drink in her dripping cunt. So pretty, pink, and waiting to be cleaned up by my tongue.

“I would. But you said no,” she sasses. My eyes dart up to hers, that playfully defiant gleam shining bright in her eyes.

“You're not going to make any of this easy for me, are you?”

“Nope.” She grins smugly.

“You're going to make me work for that total submission I know we both want?”

Her eyes flash with hunger, but she nods. “Yup.”

“I do love a good challenge.” I grin. “I’m a hockey player, babe. I play to win. And you're the prize. Every fucking time.”

She opens her mouth to say something, most likely another sassy comment, but I shut her up by lowering my face between her legs and flatting my tongue against her dripping core.

“Oh fuck!” she moans, hips pressing into me.

That's it, baby, take what you need.

With another swipe of my tongue, I damn near go feral at her taste. Without moving my mouth, I grab the pillow and shove it over her face as I start to eat her like she’s my last meal.

If I was a dying man, this would be the last taste I’d want on my tongue.

Part of me wonders if this is even real, if I’m really in this moment with the girl of my dreams, feasting on her cunt like I’ve wanted to do for so long.

I had a taste of her before, but that was different. I know I enjoyed every second of it. I know I craved the taste of her sweet release for days after. But that mindset I was in, even if the sex was out of this fucking world, scared me after I had time to sit down and reflect on what happened. I felt disgusted with myself. Not for what we did but for how it happened.

Get out of your head, Toby. You can punish yourself some more later.

Right now, I want to be here, in this moment, with my girl. My fucking girl. Holy shit. She’s officially my girlfriend. My first and only everything.

My tongue works against her clit, sucking it between my lips as I slide two fingers deep inside her.

Her core instantly clamps around me, her arousal dripping down my hand. So fucking hot.

She mewls, clawing at the bed as I continue to drive her wild.

I’m so turned on, my cock straining against my jeans as pre cum leaks onto my boxers. I want to wrap my hand around my cock and stroke myself alongside her, but I don’t, using the hand not buried inside her to grip her hip, keeping her pinned to the bed.

My hips start to rock on their own, needing to relieve some of the pressure building inside of me. I moan against her hot cunt as my own pleasure spikes through my body.

“Toby,” she moans into the pillow. I peek up to see her gripping the pillow for dear life with one of her hands.

The closer I bring her to her climax, the more she writhes beneath me.

I could stay like this for hours. Between her legs, driving her wild as she begs and pleads me for more until I give her the relief she needs.

Her orgasm is in my hands, and that power has me fucking preening.

“So good,” she literally sobs out. “So good. More. I need more.”

I know she wants my cock, but she’s not getting it. Not right now. Even though it’s killing me not to slide deep into her tight little pussy.

Growling against her clit, I nibble down, loving the gasp that leaves her lips, the way her back arches off the bed, and how her legs clamp around my face.

Working my fingers faster, I lick and suck, determined to bring her the orgasm she so desperately wants. I might tease her a little bit, but I could never deny my Flower what she wants. Not ever again. No more.

Her moans get louder, so loud even the pillow doesn’t seem to be doing much at keeping her quiet.

Fuck it. I don’t even care at this point. I want it all, every sound she’s willing to give me.

“Oh god,” she cries out as she starts to fuck her pussy against my face. “Oh, oh fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, please!”

I want to tell her never, that I’d never stop. I want to tell her how good of a girl she is, tell her to cum on my tongue, but I don’t dare move, knowing she’s so close to her release. That would be just plain cruel. So, I'll be a good boy and keep doing what I’m doing, exactly what I’m doing, not wanting to risk making one wrong move and causing her to lose the pleasure that’s right out of reach.

This might be only the second time I’ve ever eaten a girl out—the first time also being her—but from the things I’ve heard, I know women hate it when men try to go all out and do their own thing, thinking they know better than the woman they’re pleasuring.

I’m here to please Lilly. Whatever she wants me to do, I’ll fucking do it; no arguments here.

In and out, my fingers glide through her wet core, crooking the tips when I’m as deep as I can go and hitting that spot that has her moaning louder, grinding harder.

“I’m cumming. Oh, fuck. Toby. Toby!” she screams, and even with the pillow over her face, she’s loud.

I just pray no one is walking past the room right now because there's no way in hell I’m stopping.

Her pussy clamps around my fingers at the same time my balls draw up. Her body shakes, sweet little gasps and whimpers leaving her lips as she cums all over my face.

Seeing her come apart for me like this has me following her over the edge. I groan, my mouth still working over her clit as my body stiffens, my cock pulsing inside my jeans. I don’t even care that I just came in my pants, that was fucking hot.

“Holy shit.” She sucks in lungfuls of air as she pulls the pillow from her face. “Wow.”

I chuckle, trapping her clit between my teeth and lightly grazing it as I pull up, making her whimper as she squirms under me.

Shuffling up to a kneeling position, I remove my fingers from her pussy at the same time, I use the back of my hand to wipe her release from my lips.

She looks beautiful like this. Naked from the waist down, tits out as her chest heaves with every breath. Eyes lidded, hair mussed, cheeks flushed. I wish I had a camera right now because I want to remember her like this forever.

“Hi,” she whispers, growing shy all of a sudden.

“Hi.” I smile down at her, everything inside me feeling at peace. Better than any high that any other substance could give me. She’s my drug. The best kind.

“So, we just did that,” she groans, covering her face.

“Don’t you go hiding on me now, Flower?” I laugh, prying her hands from her face, forcing her to look at me.

“This is going to take some getting used to,” she confesses. “But is it weird that it feels... right? Like we’ve been doing this kind of thing for years now.”

“No,” I murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips, loving the sigh that leaves them when we touch. “Because it is right. We’re right together. Always meant to be. This is how it should have been. I was just too blind and stubborn to see it,” I admit, feeling like a dick.

She grins, brushing away some hair that's fallen from my face. “No more running?”

“No more running,” I promise with everything in me.

We just stay like this, staring into one another's eyes, soaking in the moment.

Then a knock at the door has everything crashing in on us.

Her eyes widen. “Fuck. Oh my god. Oh my god, what if someone heard us?”

“If it was one of the dads, the door would be on the ground right now,” I joke, blowing out a breath as I move off the bed. “Just give me a second.”

With my heart pounding in anticipation, I make my way over to the door, groaning when I find it unlocked. Shit, things could have gone south so damn fast.

Opening it, I let out a sigh of relief when I see it’s only Bishop.

“What do you want?” I mutter, sending my best friend a glare.

He just stares back at me with an amused look. “You two done in here? Because your parents are starting to ask questions. I had to offer to go check on you two and save your asses. When we didn’t hear shouting coming from the room, I assumed everything was fine between the two of you and... other things were happening. My suspicions were confirmed when I caught the tail end of whatever the two of you just finished doing,” he explains, peeking over my shoulder and chuckling. “Hey, baby.”

“Hi,” she squeaks.

Just moments ago, I had his girlfriend half naked with my face between her legs as I ate her like there was no tomorrow, and he’s cracking jokes, somehow finding this all amusing? How does he not feel rage, jealousy, or want to rip my head off? Because I sure as fuck want to do that to him when I think about the two of them doing what we just did.

No. Not just his girlfriend. She’s mine, too. That causes a grin to take over my face.

“Can I help you? I’m having a moment with my girlfriend,” I respond smugly.

Bishop looks back at me with a raised brow. “Nope. It’s all good. But you got a little something right...” He brushes his thumb against the corner of my lip, making me jerk back. “Here.”

My lips part in shock when I see him bring his thumb to his mouth and suck it clean. He grins like the Cheshire Cat as he hums. “Our girl sure does taste divine. I’ll have to taste for myself soon.”

“Bishop!” Lilly gasps in horror.

“What?” He shrugs as if he didn’t just wipe Lilly’s cum from my face and have a taste of it like it was a damn lick of an ice cream cone. “I got no shame, baby. You should know that by now,” he chuckles. “And I give it a month or two before we’re all naked in the same room, sharing a lot more with one another.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

Yeah, this is a game of chicken I no longer want to play. “Okay, this is too much for me right now.” I take a step away from the door and into the middle of my room. “We should head downstairs.”

“Ah, dude,” Bishop starts with amusement. “I think you should, at the very least, change.”

My brows furrow when I find him staring at my crotch. Looking down, I curse when I see the wet patch.

“Got a little too excited?” He grins wide, loving every moment of this. Does he not remember I’m pissed at him.

I flip him off before turning to Lilly. “I’m going to shower real quick. I’ll meet you downstairs, okay?” I move over to Lilly, who’s now fully dressed again, but her cheeks are still pink, and her face still flushed.

“Okay.” She smiles up at me.

“I love you,” I murmur. Something I plan on telling her all the fucking time.

“I love you too,” she whispers back, sighing when I lean down and kiss her lips.

“Make sure to brush your teeth,” Bishop says, walking right into my room and closing the door behind him without a care. “Your breath smells like pussy. Good pussy, but pussy nonetheless.”

My eyes snap over to his, giving him one of my best death glares. He’s oblivious to it, of course, just grinning like a damn fool. “I can’t even with you.”

“Bishop,” Lilly groans, burying her face in her hands.

I don’t understand how all of this is so easy for him. It’s like nothing has changed when, in reality, everything has.

Shaking my head, I head toward the bathroom and take a quick shower, only washing my body so as not to draw any suspicion as to why I’m taking a shower in the middle of supper.

When I come out in only a towel, I find Lilly still in my room, sitting on the edge of my bed as Bishop talks to her.

She looks over at me and my heart goes wild as her eyes drink me in. She licks her lips, liking what she sees, and my cock twitches.

“Alright, you.” Bishop pulls her to her feet. “We need to get you downstairs before you climb this man like a tree.”

Lilly’s wide eyes snap over to Bishop. “I would not.”

Bishop raises a brow as if to challenge that statement.

“Fuck you,” she mutters as she walks towards the door. “Fuck you both.”

“Not yet.” Bishop chuckles as he follows after her. “But soon, Baby Girl. Soon.”

I stand there, staring at the closed door, as I wonder what the fuck my life is right now.

It’s weird. So damn weird. But at least I’m not in the middle of a manic episode, so I’d call that a win.

Grabbing a clean pair of clothes, I quickly get dressed and join everyone back at the table.

“Is everything okay?” my dad asks as I take my seat.

I look over to Lilly, who’s leaning into Bishop's side, trying to hide from the rest of the table, and smirk.

“Everything’s perfect.”

The soft, beaming smile she gives me has me convinced that it’s one hundred percent true.

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