Chapter 12 #2
I almost giggled. I wanted to leap beneath the blankets and cocoon myself out of his sight. My naked body was about to be on full display. But he left my panties on, and I crawled up the bed, resting against the pillows and ignoring the urge to bury my nose in them. I was still greedy for him.
With a rustle of fabric, he shed his own pants, and my throat dried as his hard-on jutted against his underwear.
But he stopped after he’d taken off his pants and socks, leaving the extra layer covering both of us, still leaving me in charge, giving me a choice.
It was a respect I’d never been afforded in my life, and it was a heady realization.
He slid under the covers beside me.
“Hello,” he murmured.
“Hello,” I whispered back, suddenly shy.
He adjusted to my mood immediately, keeping his hands where I could see them, edging toward but maintaining a gap between us, allowing me to press closer if I wanted.
I glanced between his eyes and his mouth, and he smiled, his lips taking on a gentle curve.
Then he pressed his palm to my cheek and his kiss was soft and tender.
I grew bolder, resting my hand on his shoulder as I pressed closer, until my breasts nearly rested against his chest. His body heat warmed my skin, and I parted my lips for him, inviting the gentle invasion of his tongue.
He swept it over the soft surfaces of my mouth, and I exhaled a small breath of contentment, melting against him.
His arms wrapped around my back, and I snuggled into his embrace, safe and protected rather than caged.
His hard length rested against my thigh and I moved my hand across his shoulder, swooping it across his shoulder blade and across the muscles of his lower back before I gave in to curiosity and explored the valleys between his abs.
They twitched and contracted as I moved my fingers over them, and another groan rumbled from him.
I pressed my thighs together as my clit pulsed. I needed… something. I needed him. I pushed closer to him, playing with the waistband on his underwear. He stilled, like he was waiting to see what I would do next. Even his breathing stopped.
I drew back. “Toby?”
“Mm?” He sounded distracted, like his mind wasn’t fully on my voice. Like his thoughts were totally centered on my fingers as they swept lower yet avoided the head of his cock with every pass.
“Touch me, Toby.” My lips touched his as I spoke again. And I wasn’t above begging. “Please.”
He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath through his nose before he palmed the front of my panties. “Here?” His fingers drifted lower, much closer to where I wanted him.
“Warm.” I wriggled a little.
He moved his hand until his fingers lay on the fabric between my legs. “Here?” he murmured.
“Warmer.” I wriggled again as the word emerged breathy, and I kissed him.
He slid a finger beneath the damp fabric. Fuck, I wanted him, more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
“Hot,” he said. And as he slid his touch up between my folds to my clit, he spoke again. “Hotter.”
He rolled my clit gently under his finger, and I whimpered. I was nothing but a mass of need, although I barely knew what I needed. Him, everything. Anything as long as it was Toby.
“Off,” he whispered. “Take your panties off?” He made it a question, and I could have refused, but I pushed them down my legs then brought my hands back up, deliberately passing them over his erection.
He hissed out a breath then chuckled. “Warm.”
I grinned, liking his game, and stroked him more firmly.
“Warmer.” His voice had turned breathy too as he dipped his fingers back between my legs, seeking out my entrance. “You’re so wet,” he murmured. “So wet.” He kissed the side of my neck as I gripped him through the only clothing he was still wearing, the fabric warmed by the heat of his cock.
“And you are very, very hard.”
He swelled a little more at my praise, and groaned. “I want you so badly, Liza. So badly. I want you to touch me too.”
Excitement shot along each of my nerves, and it was like I’d become alive with electricity.
I pushed his underwear out of the way, and his heavy cock bounced gently against his lower abs.
I played my fingers lightly around it, taking it in my grasp and he kissed my temple then my cheek, then the edge of my jaw as I stroked him from base to tip.
His hips rolled against my hand, helping to set the rhythm for the way I touched him.
He pushed the tip of his finger inside me, and we both exhaled.
He was gentle, drawing it out then easing back, using the same rhythm he’d set with my hand before he added a second finger, stretching me just a little.
“So tight.” He nibbled at my jawline, his teeth grazing me before he soothed the spot with his tongue.
I moved my other hand to cup his balls and his rhythm faltered as I took hold of their warm weight.
“I want you inside me.” I spoke quietly against his ear, and he stilled again. I smeared the pad of my thumb through the bead of precum.
“Are you sure?” He sought my consent at every possible stopping place, but I nodded.
“I want you, Toby.”
“I need to get a condom.” He sounded pained. “But I don’t want to stop touching you. Give me just a moment to reach into my pocket, okay?”
I nodded and kept my hand on him as he rolled to the side and reached out, glancing in the direction of his pants. There was the rustle of the packet being opened and he rolled a condom down himself in a quick movement, barely brushing my hands aside. He was like a magician.
“Are you sure?” he asked again, and I giggled.
“I’m in bed with a gorgeous, naked man, his hard cock in my hand…” I squeezed gently to make my point before lowering my voice. “And I’m wet for you, Toby. Yes, I’m sure.”
He kissed me as he pressed me onto my back and eased himself over me.
His eyes were in shadow, his hair hanging so the ends brushed my face as his cock nudged between my thighs.
I parted my legs wider, and he probed closer to my body before reaching between us and positioning himself at my entrance.
When he eased himself inside, I closed my eyes and gasped a little.
He stopped moving and touched my cheek. “Okay?”
I nodded. “Amazing.”
He chuckled and pressed a little further in before rocking back out and in again, each movement forward pushing him further inside me until I began to rise to meet him, my body stretching around him as I took more.
When he’d buried himself in me completely, he waited. “Amazing,” he murmured and grinned at me.
Then he began to move, repositioning himself just a little, tiny movements until he nudged against one spot inside me that made me gasp every time he pressed against it.
I moaned his name as he sped up. Faster and faster until I couldn’t think of anything but Toby above me, Toby inside me, Toby… the focus of all of my pleasure.
He pressed his forehead to mine, and I reveled in every connection point we shared.
My muscles began to tense, the pressure building, and I panted out my breaths until his cock swelled inside me and I hung still for a moment, all sensation and no sensation until I pulsed around him.
As my body exploded, he groaned his satisfaction, his last few thrusts uncoordinated and frenzied.
We came together with pants and sighs, grasping one another as if we couldn’t let go or we might drift away.
He settled over me, our bodies joined and touching all over as we recovered, as we came down from the most incredible high I’d ever felt.
“Well,” I whispered when we’d calmed down. “That was pretty great.”
He had his arms wrapped around me, and I couldn’t imagine a better place to be right at this moment. “You told me a little, but have you really never dated seriously?” I asked.
“Nope. I’ve been on a few dates. I had an on-and-off girlfriend in high school, but I never got serious with anyone. It just never felt right.”
He sounded wistful. “I didn’t take you as the hopeless romantic type, but I guess I can understand the notion of wanting to find the one.
” But then I couldn’t help but think of my mother and how she thought every guy she met was “the one.” I had to appreciate that Toby looked for substance in his relationships.
“Tell me more about Dax?” he asked.
I sighed. “We met right before high school, in eighth grade. We were in the same crowd, I guess. Shared a group of friends. We just sort of worked together. It was easy.” I snuggled closer, so glad to be in Toby’s arms and not Dax’s—I’d never been held by Dax like this, they were worlds apart.
“He came from money. His mother wanted us to get married and just let Dax take care of me, but if she knew me at all, she’d have known that wasn’t what I wanted out of life.
Not in the least.” I snorted. “My mom was all for it, too. No doubt she saw dollar signs when she looked at him.”
“Is that over?” he asked in a low voice, more worried than anything. “That relationship? Is there any part of you that would consider going back to him?”
“No!” I exclaimed and turned to face Toby. “Not one cell in my body would give it one moment’s thought. He could promise me the world and I’d tell him to shove it.”
He sighed. “I have to say I’m glad to hear that.”
“What about Abby?” I retorted, though it was pretty obvious from his body language when she was around how he felt about her.
“What about her?” Toby moaned and buried his face in my hair. “I don’t know how I’m going to get rid of her without royally pissing her off.”
“I’m worried that she’ll use our relationship to not give me a job at the hospital,” I said honestly. “I don’t want this to jeopardize the job that I’m dying to get.”
He lifted his head and looked me in the eye. “Then we don’t take our relationship to work. Not until you get your position, at least. At work, we don’t really know each other at all.”
Relief flooded me, and I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you for understanding.”
He held me close. “I’ll always understand. We may not always agree, but I promise to look out for your interests in everything.”
I leaned back and arched an eyebrow at him. “Wow,” I whispered. “That’s some impressive talk.”
We both laughed.
“I mean it,” Toby said quietly. “I hope this works out and becomes something long-term, and in the meantime, short-term or long, you have to know I’ll look out for you. As I’m sure you will for me.”
“I will,” I whispered, and found I really meant it. I wanted to make sure he was happy and satisfied, and more than just in the naughty way.
I entered the hospital Monday morning with a lot more pep in my step than normal. It was my last week of rotations before my finals. I was in the home stretch.
When Toby had gone home late last night, I’d told him the importance of work and studying this week, and he’d been very understanding. He was going to make himself scarce until I did my last final, but I’d had to promise that he could monopolize my time once that moment came.
I hadn’t minded promising at all.
As I walked through the lobby, someone called my name. I knew the voice instantly, Dax, and it sent a shiver down my spine like nails on a chalkboard.
Freezing in place, I turned on my heel to glare at him. “What do you want, Dax?” I kept my cool when what I really wanted to do was claw his eyes out.
“Just to talk.” God, he looked pathetic. Big puppy dog eyes and all.
Gross. “I have to get to work, Dax.”
“How about when you get off?”
I started walking, and as I suspected, he followed right along. “I’m very busy. I don’t have time to talk.”
He noticeably stiffened as we walked. I chanced a glance at his face, and he looked absolutely furious. Even his cheeks were red. “Stop,” he said in a fierce voice.
Because I didn’t want him to make a scene, I did, and stepped to the side. “What?” I hissed and tossed my hair back.
He stared at my neck as a vein in his forehead throbbed. “You have a hickey on your neck.” Stepping close, he bent and whispered in my ear. “Who are you fucking, you little whore?”
My blood boiling at what he’d called me, I stepped back and pulled my hair forward. I’d thought the hickey was covered by my scrubs. Whoops. “It’s none of your business who I spend my time with.”
“You’re a trashy slut, just like your mother,” he said through his teeth.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll be very careful with what you say next.” The deep, furious voice behind me didn’t scare me. I relaxed, relieved that Toby had come up behind us.
I stepped back again, close enough for him to put his hand on the small of my back. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was growling at Dax.
Not that I didn’t feel like growling at Dax myself.
Dax puffed up, but then he stepped back and snarled. “You’re not worth it.”
He turned and marched out of the hospital, to my intense relief.
Only once he was gone did I realize how much I’d been shaking. Toby put his hand on my shoulder. “I’d hug you, but I don’t want anyone to see.”
I smiled up at him and desperately wished I could hug him, too. He deserved a big one.
“I don’t have a good feeling about that guy,” Toby said darkly. “Stay away from him as much as possible, okay?”
I nodded. “Definitely.” I just hoped he wasn’t stupid enough to push it and stir up trouble.