Theo

I’ll be your boy toy

 

I wake to find the spot beside me in bed empty and I hear muffled one-sided conversation coming from the living room.

The tone of Joey’s voice indicates she’s not happy. It’s snarky with a little bite.

I actually enjoyed that bite last night.

It had been months – no, maybe close to a year – since I’d had really great sex. As things began to die off between me and Alyssa, our sex life withered away, too. She was always tired, or stressed or not even around – always out with some friends or studying at the library. So, I became reacquainted with my hand. A lot.

Sad, but true.

And while my hand was quite familiar with how I like it, it was nothing close to how it felt with Joey last night.

Just thinking about night last night has me hard as a door knob.

I pull back the sheet and look down at my cock, who is very much awake and proudly waving good morning.

God, I hope Joey finishes up soon and returns to bed.

Hoping to incentivize her, I get out of bed and walk into the living room, where I find her sitting on the couch with her head cradled in her hands, the phone dangling from her fingertips.

“Hey,” I say, my voice a little too loud for the stillness in the room, inadvertently startling her.

Her head jerks up and her eyes flash with alarm. But then her face transforms with a smirk as her gaze takes a tour down my torso and between my legs. Her blush is beautiful and sensual, her eyes alight with mischief.

And the weight of her stare on my crotch has my boy preening and flaunting himself.

“Well good morning, handsome,” she purrs.

She places the phone down on the coffee table as I stalk toward her until I’m standing at her side.

“You know there has to be some joke lingering around in this scenario, right?”

I waggle my eyebrows, taking my dick in hand. “If you say it’s something about eating sausage for breakfast, I’d argue it’s no joke.”

She leans her head and shoulders back against the couch as I bend my body over her, placing my lips on hers. My fingers trace the edge of the t-shirt that’s ridden up past her belly, and I slide underneath to cup her soft, warm breast.

I didn’t spend nearly enough time on her breasts last night. They are absolutely perfect – a handful or more. But in the dark of night, I wasn’t able to examine them as closely as I’d wanted.

I feel it’s my duty as her lover to know exactly what they look like, in the event I’m ever asked to identify them in a line-up.

What? It could happen.

I lift the t-shirt with one hand up to her collarbone, my other hand planted on the couch next to her head. I sigh and then scowl.

“This is exactly what I was afraid of…”

She lifts her brows in question. “What?”

“Your nipples,” I begin before I take a swipe at the rosy colored bud, lathering it with my tongue. “It’s a good thing I’m here. They are needy little things. What on earth did you ever do before me?”

She laughs, and her breasts jiggle with humor. I cup her breast and bring it to my mouth again, sucking, licking, nipping.

She moans. “I don’t know…but you can keep doing that…so good.”

I stop for a moment and just take in the sight of her. The soft curls of her hair – wild and in disarray from the night we had – are spread out against the cushion. What little make-up she wore last night has disappeared from sleep and she’s bare of any lipstick. Her creamy, freckled skin glistens in the morning light and tastes of honey and cream.

She’s flushed and panting, and I extract a sense of joy in watching her stomach contract as I stroke gently down the valley of her breasts, past her navel and then into her panties.

I literally salivate from her scent - a light mixture of musk and sex - which makes my dick twitch and balls tighten with a yearning so Neanderthal that I might just flip her over and have my way with her.

Hmm…not a bad idea. That’s one way to prove my alpha-male qualities.

I sink my teeth into her panties and nip at her center. She nearly jumps off the couch with a yelp. Woody comes storming into the room and whimpers with concern over what I’m doing to his friend.

She’s breathless. “It’s okay, Woods. Go lay down.”

I spread her legs further and it reminds me how we got the night started last night. The first orgasm I gave her that sent her skyrocketing into the heavens.

Fuck, being able to make this woman climax like that made me feel like a king. I was on top of the fucking world after doing it another two times.

Maybe I’ll submit my achievement into the Guinness World Record books. I think guys around the world would be proud. Because I nailed it.

Speaking of which, I’ve decided I’m going to nail Joey at least twice more before we leave for rehearsals today.

That’s when the worry starts to eat at me again.

As a director, I need to keep things professional. Otherwise, lines are too easily crossed. If I were just an actor, playing a part opposite of Joey, it may not be as big of a deal.

But the director is required to give constructive criticism that is harder to accept when you’re fucking the one giving it.

That’s exactly why I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Joey sexually. We should’ve remained within the friend-zone and kept it professional until after the production.

But fuck me, I couldn’t wait.

The sexual energy between us was too much. Everywhere I looked – everywhere I went – there she was – like oxygen to my body. Keeping me going. Giving me breath. Making me feel alive and happy.

My nose is buried between her legs as she writhes and squirms, and I smile at the power and control she’s given me. I feel invincible with Joey. And I use that power to my advantage.

“Do you think Chester would have gone down on Silvia?”

She pops her head up off the couch and stares down at me like I’ve grown two heads.

“Uh, might I remind you where your face is right now? Should I be pissed that you’re thinking about your characters and not focused on my pleasure?”

She slaps a hand on top of my head and pushes me down so I’m nestled snugly in her warmth. I chuckle.

I inhale her intoxicating scent. And then I’m not laughing.

My dick throbs hard, pushing up into the couch, hoping to get in on some action again soon. It’s been hours and he’s very greedy when it comes to sharing Joey’s feminine assets.

The last twelve hours have been indescribable.

But it can’t last like this. We are in the perfect love-making bubble right now – a world where nothing else exists outside of these walls. Outside of our nakedness and flushed skin. The warm, salty scent of sex that lingers in the air around us.

I hook my fingers underneath her panties and pull them down, sliding them over her slight hips, past her cute by knobby knees, and then to her ankles. Lifting one foot, the panties fall off and I bring her leg over my shoulder, turning to kiss at the inside of her leg.

When I look up, she’s pinning me with a stare. The green of her eyes hazy with lust, like a pasture after a light summer rain.

She’s gorgeous like this.

“Whatchya thinking about up there, beautiful?”

Joey closes her eyes and tips her head to the side, shaking it slightly.

I trail my finger up the inside of her thigh, the silky texture reminding me of smooth stone in a riverbed.

I reach under her ass and tug her down, lifting myself up at the same time so I’m positioned over her, biting at her neck. Then I latch on to her earlobe and suck.

Her hips jut up so her warm wet center presses into my aching dick.

Her voice is a whisper. “I’m just wondering how I could have possibly thought…”

My cock twitches and slides through her folds, wanting so desperately to get inside. To feel her clenched around me.

She moans. And I ask, “You thought what?”

Joey lets out a small giggle. “I thought you were...”

Jerking my head back so I can look her in the eyes, I see she’s biting her lip in a guilty fashion.

“You thought I was what?”

I lift her up, cupping underneath her ass, and walk her into the bedroom, her arms reaching around my neck to keep from falling. When I reach the bed, I toss her down and grab a condom from the drawer.

She watches, silently, as I fumble with the packet, but then fit it over my dick. I stand poised over her, dropping my hands to either side of her head, my cock at her entrance. I nudge at her folds and she gasps.

“Tell me,” I command, sliding in just a bit, a deep sigh of relief coming out in the form of a growl.

Her hands land on my bare ass, squeezing me, as she smiles a slanty grin. “I thought you were Patrick’s boy toy when I first met you.”

And then I slam into her, showing her exactly whose boy toy I am. And it certainly isn’t Patrick’s.