“Well,” he starts, nipping across my jaw until he gets to my ear. “Maybe that’s something we should fix. Starting right now.”
His hand slips between us, and a second later, I feel the familiar thickness of his cock at my entrance.
“Toby,” I moan as he slowly pushes inside my body.
“Can’t get enough of this, Demon. You’re fucking ruining me.”
A wicked smile curls at my lips, loving how open he is when we’re connected like this.
His words, his touch make me feel like I’m flying. Like I’m totally weightless when we’re together and able to face anything the world might throw at us.
His movements are slow as he fills me to the hilt as his lips move against mine in the most knee-weakening kiss.
My body burns with the need for more, my core aching and trying to pull him deeper—anything to make him move.
“Toby,” I moan, my nails digging into the soft skin of his shoulders.
He just starts to up the pace when something starts vibrating against me.
“What the—”
It takes me a few seconds to register what the hell is going on.
Toby’s hand slips beneath me before revealing my phone that I slipped into the pocket of his hoodie before I headed downstairs earlier.
Amusement flashes in his eyes when he looks at the screen, and I’m able to read his intentions before he even moves.
“Toby, no,” I cry, trying to reach for my phone. But it’s too late.
He’s already swiped the screen and put it to his ear.
“Brianna,” he announces as if he was sitting here, waiting for her call. “How can I help you?”
His eyes hold mine, mirth dancing within them as he slowly circles his hips, making every nerve ending in my body tingle with anticipation.
“Yeah, of course she’s here. What did you think I’d done to her?” he jokes. His voice is rough. To me it sounds more than obvious, but Bri doesn’t seem fazed as she continues her conversation with him.
He chuckles, the sound rolling through me as he presses his thumb to my clit, the movement of his hips slowly increasing.
“Holy shit, Toby,” I gasp. “Hang up the fucking phone,” I hiss.
“Oh you wanted to talk to her?” he asks innocently, as if that wasn’t the reason for her freaking phoning in the first place.
“Toby, don’t. No. No,” I warn, but all he does is smirk at me.
“Yeah, sure. I’m gonna put you on loudspeaker, okay?”
“For the love of God,” I sigh as he lowers the phone and taps the screen.
“Jojo.” Bri’s voice fills the room. “How’s your dirty weekend going with your sexy man?”
Toby laughs, his thumbs continuing dizzying circles against my clit as his thrusts pick up speed now he’s released the phone.
“I-it’s… uh… really… GOOD,” I cry when he suddenly surges forward with such power I shoot up the bed.
“Jojo?” Bri warns. “What are you doing right now?”
“N-nothing,” I pant, my entire body burning with need and embarrassment. Not that I have any reason to be embarrassed around Bri. I might not have screwed a guy in her bed, but we’ve pretty much done everything else together. “Oh my God,” I moan, unable to keep it in when he slides a hand beneath my arse, lifting me so his cock hits that magical place inside me.