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After I've taken care of that scumbag Parrett, I'm walking back to the truck and I think I see something. Somebody. And there shouldn't be anyone out here, 'cause I'm in the middle of the fuckin' woods and nobody's supposed to know I'm here. So I watch for a minute, and yep – it's some guy, with a shirt on his head, wearing sneakers with dress pants, weaving around in the middle of the dirt road. Huh.
So I step out of the woods real quiet, 'cause I don't wanna freak him out too much until I know why he's there and then I see he's got his eyes closed. If one of us doesn't change course, he's gonna bump right into me, but that'll only surprise him.
And he does - smacks right into me and bounces back a couple of steps, eyes bugging out. His mouth falls open and he kinda squints like he's sure I'm not really there. He looks like he's about to bolt, so I step towards him and tell him what a nice hat he's got. I mean, there's a shirt all wound up on his head. There's humor in that!
He blushes so pretty my dick takes notice and twitches in my jeans. He's just staring at me, like he's cataloguing my face or something, like he thinks he might have seen me somewhere before, but I sure as hell know I've never seen him.
And he's eyeing my water bottle as if he'd drop to his knees for it, and ain't that a prettier picture?
He licks his lips so I ask him if he wants some and he rips the bottle outta my hand and gulps it down. The water helps him get his bearings; we introduce ourselves and my brain sears a picture of him into my memory: Toby. I never forget a face or a name. Part of the package.
I find out he's lost and all alone and I know exactly how this is gonna go. I like that he knows he's on shaky ground and then squares himself up 'cause that means he's got some balls. Maybe he's not just another turd in a suit. So I let him see something in my eyes when I look at him, and he's confused, but he'll catch on. We stare at each other for a few seconds and he breaks eye contact first – they always do – and then he looks at my mouth, and that's it – his ass is mine. That's confirmed the minute he follows me into the woods.
***
I can hear him panting behind me. Makes me wanna put a little swing in my hips, 'cause god knows this ass is gorgeous. I've heard it enough to believe it, and hell, who hasn't stood in front of the mirror on occasion? Vanity's not a sin for nothing.
He's anxious now, and it's like I can hear his thoughts without even having to see him. Another reason I'm good at what I do. So I turn back and flash him one of my biggest smiles, and I almost burst out laughing when he trips and falls flat on his face, the wind knocked out of his lungs. Well, he's no good to me if he's not breathing, so I go back and pat his hair and murmur some reassuring shit about how he's fine and it's gonna be okay.
I get him upright and he's still hesitant and asks where we're going. Truck, remember? I'm takin' you for a ride. He's so pretty when he blushes, innocence spread thick all over. I look closer and he's still unsure, but there's a little spark in his eyes and I know he's startin' to get it.
We're walking again and I'm pretty sure he's not gonna go back, but I ask him some stuff anyway so he can see how very harmless I am. Blah blah, no family around, blah blah, lawyer. Hmm. Lawyers are usually pretty observant; I'll keep that in mind. He talks about some dumb chick who wouldn't marry him, and that turns into a story about a quickie he had with a cop. A cop and a defense lawyer. Yea, that'll end in bluebirds and sunshine.
He pauses like he's embarrassed, so I know there's something there. I dig a little, and what d'ya know, ol' Toby's been batting for the other team. This day just keeps getting better. And he looks conflicted about that, so I wink at him and give him a smile with a little bit of a leer, just enough that he gets flustered. Blush goes nicely with his light blue eyes and dark blond curls. I think I'll try and make him flush some more… shouldn't really be too hard.
***
We get to the truck and I hand him another bottle of water, and I watch him as he practically inhales it. He's got his eyes closed again, so I step up real close to his body and when he opens his eyes our faces are about four inches apart. He's got the deer in headlights look, but he doesn't move, and I know he's been thinking about what I wanted him to. Breakthrough. He gets it, even if he doesn't know it yet.
I lay it out for him: I'm helpin' him, so he's gonna help me. Shoulda known he'd try and give me his watch. Yea, I don't want your watch, Tobe, I wanna watch you. That goes over like a freebie at a whorehouse and when I look him in the eyes again, I can see he's layin' out the welcome mat. God, I'm good.
I can practically see the gears turning in his mind and then he reaches out and strokes his fingers down my tattoo and goddamn I have to stop myself from gettin' too grabby right away. But then he doesn't do anything else and I know I'm going to have to be the one to move things along. So I pick him up, spin us around, and go right for his mouth. Experimental guys always like the kissing, makes 'em feel safer, more connected. Toby and me? Oh yea, we're definitely gonna connect.
But I don't kiss him the way I want to, 'cause it's obvious he's pretty much inexperienced when it comes to kissing guys. I'm happy to show him the ropes. Not every guy will kiss. Something tightens in my chest when I think about him kissing someone else, and whoa, Keller, because faithful is definitely one thing I am not. Possessive to the point of pissing people off, oh yea. My cake and yours? Absolutely. No need to share that, though. Not when Toby's makin' these tasty little noises and it's like I can see his defenses just tumbling down.
So I give him the reins to the kiss, and he says giddy-up, and the second his mouth opens, I know I'm in; I take what he offers me and then some. When we finally break apart, I can see in his eyes that he's vulnerable and aching for it. Seems he's abandoned all coherent thoughts and I want to find his weaknesses while he's compromised. I whisper to him, stressing the 'payment', just to see, and he falls to his knees so fast it's as if someone's kicked him from behind. Hmm. Now, that could be 'cause there's a hungry little whore inside him; it could be 'cause he's an honest man who knows nothing's free. I like both possibilities.
***
Gotta say, Tobe's fucking pretty as hell rocking back on his heels, staring up at me with those big blue eyes. My dick's right in his face by now, and if I didn't know better, I'd say he's a cocktease, ignoring what I want him to do. But I do know better – he's just nervous, so I let him play around for a while. I touch his hair and the back of his head, sucking in a breath when his tongue swipes across my balls. He is observant, 'cause he does that for a few minutes, and then tries to get 'em both into his mouth at once and seeing that makes my dick jerk and leak.
I can tell he needs more encouragement, so I haul him up for more of those safety pecks that turn into hot, slippery kisses almost instantly. Mmm, Toby. I get his shirt up far enough to rub all over his nipples, and I feel his fingers on my dick so I reward him by pinching the nubs, and he groans and fuck, this is gonna be a hell of a lot more than a blowjob. I scratch at his dick through his pants and already he's writhing around.
And then his body says stop, and things grind to a halt. I narrow my eyes at him, because there's a difference between being a bit of a cocktease and stopping after you've already said yes. There's no going back with me; I don't start anything I'm not gonna finish, and you better not either, baby. Turns out he's just got the armrest digging into his back so I move us around. He's watching me carefully now, his brain sending signals to be alert, so I use my eyes to convey more desire. I'm relieved I don't have to use the shovel again today.
He starts to undo his pants, but uh-uh, we're not there yet, Tobe. Not until I get my dick in past those pretty pink lips. Time to find out if he's got the potential to be my whore, and I make my next words into an order, telling him flat-out to suck my dick. When he opens right up and my dick slides into the wet warmth of his mouth, I can't help the self-satisfied grin that stretches across my face. Oh, hell yea. I should go into the woods more often, if this is what I'm gonna find.