“He’s fucking you right now, isn’t he?” she asks, her voice a warning, but I know it’s fake.
“W-we really need to go,” I cry.
“You dirty little whore, Jojo,” Bri mocks. “And I’m so not freaking jealous right now. I’m on a bus.”
I can’t help but burst out laughing at her put-out tone.
“Might be time to call in a friend for the night, Brianna,” Toby growls, the roughness to his voice telling me that he’s getting close to blowing just like I am.
“I am not calling Nico. He’s a dick.”
“Sounds like that’s exactly what you need, Bri. Dick,” I cry when Toby’s grip on my hips tightens and he finally loses control, rutting into me like he’s a savage. “I’m hanging up,” I cry, fumbling to reach for the phone that Toby placed on the bedside table.
As I twist, he pushes his hoodie up higher, exposing my chest before he leans down, sucking my nipple into his mouth and biting down until I cry out when the pain and pleasure collide.
“Toby, fuck,” I cry, slamming my hand down on my phone aimlessly.
The entire thing catapults across the room with my force, landing screen down, so I have no idea if the call cut or not. Not that Toby gives a shit.
“I wanna feel you coming for me, Demon,” he growls against my chest, his teeth nipping my sensitive skin before his soft tongue soothes each bite.
His hips continue their punishing blows, and long before I’m ready, heat explodes within me and I fall into a mind-numbing release as Toby continues to thrust into me until he cries out my name and collapses on top of me, his limbs twisting limply with mine.
“Oh my God,” I breathe when I start to come back to myself.
Toby’s hot breath tickles against my neck as he fights to catch his breath.
“Have you ever had sex during a phone call before, Demon?” he asks, loudly enough that Bri would hear, should she still be connected.
“Pretty sure that was a first,” I confess.
“And in Nico’s bed. Fucking love corrupting you, baby,” he says, stealing my lips and my breath in another kiss.