The sheets are black, the dresser is covered in boys’ deodorant, there are posters of half-naked women on the walls, along with a couple of signed football shirts bearing names I’ve never heard of. There’s even a porn magazine that’s been neatly tidied on the bedside table.
Jesus, I bet the staff loves Nico and his wild ways.
My eyes snag on a series of photo frames on a shelf on the other side of the room, and I immediately take off. A smile pulls at my lips the second I take in the images of a group of much younger boys all laughing and joking together.
In the earliest one, I’d say they were all about seven or eight. The oldest is recent, all of them out in the hot tub with bottles of beer in their hands.
They look… like trouble.
And if Toby and Nico are anything to go by, I bet they’re a lot to handle.
I’m so lost in the images of a younger, freer-looking Toby that I don’t hear him slip into the room behind me.
“I should have known you’d find these,” he says, startling me as his arms wrap around from behind and the heat of his body presses against my back.
“You were so cute,” I say softly, as he rests his chin on my shoulder.
“The five of us were trouble back then,” he muses.
“Just back then?” I ask lightly.
“Nah, we’re everyone’s worst fucking nightmare now.” A shudder works its way down my body at the darkness in his tone.
“Tell me about them. Obviously, I know enough about Nico already.” I smirk, thinking of the night in Hades where I watched him railing Bri like it was his last night on Earth.
Toby’s nose brushes up the column of my neck, quickly followed by his burning tongue.
“You really want to talk about my friends right now, Demon?”
“I-I—” I stutter as he sucks on the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “I just want to know more about you, about your life. The good bits. The fun.”
“I’m all about having some fun, baby,” he murmurs, making goosebumps erupt across my body.
Spinning me around, he bands an arm around my back, pinning us together and allowing me to feel just how ready for some fun he really is.
He walks us backward until my calves hit the bed, and he continues until I have no choice but to fall onto my back.
In a flash, he’s on his knees between my thighs, his eyes taking in my bare pussy before raking up my body as if I’m not covered in his giant hoodie.
“We can’t do this on Nico’s bed,” I moan when his hands slide up my stomach before squeezing my breasts with the most delicious pressure.
“Why the fuck not? I can tell you for a fact that my bed has never stopped him.”
My head lifts in shock.
“We’ve done plenty worse shit than fucking in each other’s beds, Demon. I can assure you of that.”
He drops over me and brushes his lips against mine as his hard length teases me through the fabric of his sweats.
A needy growl rumbles deep in my throat as his tongue pushes past my lips, seeking mine.
“Are you going to try to tell me that you’ve never had sex somewhere you shouldn’t?” he says into our kiss.
“Aside from Bri’s shower?” I ask on a moan as his grinding gets a little more insistent.
“Mmm… aside from that?”
“I couldn’t possibly tell you all my secrets, hotshot. But I can assure you, I’ve never had sex in any of my friends’ beds.”