8. Felix

8

FELIX

T oby is covering me with the Clue notepad sheets now. I feel a little like a cake being frosted or a loaf of bread getting brushed with butter. I'm almost ready now. My body is hot, and I ache for Toby between my legs where slick is leaking everywhere.

Somewhere far away, Heller is apologizing, and Louisa is telling everyone to calm down.

I roll onto my hands and knees. Toby rests his hand on my ass, reassuring me of his presence. I begin to rock back and forth. His hand moves with me, innately understanding the rhythm of my body. He reaches around to grab my cock, which is hard and incredibly sensitive. I come almost immediately. He makes happy chittering noises and spreads my cum all around the bed. He gathers some of the slick coating my inner thighs and spreads that around too. The bed smells of me and of him. The scent of our cum and slick together in the middle of our Library makes me feel safe. We're bringing our chicks into a world much bigger than the one we were raised in. Our children will be able to ask questions and run wild. Their minds will be far too big to fit into a cage.

Toby slides a finger into me. I'm already so loose and wet, it doesn't feel like enough. He pushes in a second, and then a third. Now the fit is tight and a little uncomfortable. We keep rocking, and something deep within me lowers.

Toby twists his fingers and scissors them. Pleasure surges through me as I come again. He starts fucking me with his fingers faster than he could ever fuck me with his dick. There's so much slick, squelching noises fill the room. It's so messy, I nearly come a third time. He's almost brutal with how hard he slams his fingers into me. Then suddenly, there's another finger, and I clench down on him, my body convulsing in another orgasm.

He moans and bites my right asscheek.

Now he's moving slower, twisting his fingers and rolling his wrist. The pressure intensifies at my rim. He's pushing me open even wider. This has to be more than his fingers now. He's still twisting and easing more of himself inside. It's scary how open I am. My rim burns, and my ass is impossibly full. That weight within me gets lower and bigger.

Suddenly, Toby's whole hand pushes inside me.

"Toby!" I scream. "Oh my God!"

I come so hard, I can't see. The intensity of it is too much and not enough.

"I need… please, Toby." I start rambling, and I don't know what I'm saying. He seems to understand though, because his hand widens inside me, until I can feel the shape of his fist. I lose track of my orgasms. It's hard to tell if I'm coming or just spasming around him. The pleasure doesn't stop. I start rocking again. We move in tandem, not needing to speak. Then I stop. He slowly pulls out, keeping his hand in a fist, and I worry I'll split in half. It's too much. As he leaves my body, I rise up into a crouching position. The weight inside me gets even lower, forcing my body to stay open after Toby's fist is gone.

"No, no, no. It's too much. Help me, Toby. It's too much."

Toby grabs my cock and pumps it far too quickly. "Push, Felix. You need to push our egg out."

As the bliss of my next orgasm overtakes me, I bear down and push, letting out a guttural moan.

"Yes. That's right. You're doing so good."

He continues jacking me off, even though I'm too sensitive now. My body is confused. When the pleasure rises within me, I bear down a second time. I can feel the egg moving lower, until my rim is stretched wide with it.

"That's it! You're almost there."

I push with all my strength. My legs shake, and I let out a roar. Then the pressure is gone, and the tension in my body releases all at once. The relief that floods through me is almost like an orgasm.

"Oh, Felix. Look."

Toby holds up a wet egg. It's the perfect shade of light brown with a lovely curve at the bottom. I take it from him and hold it to my chest. Exhaustion settles on my shoulders. I need to sleep again. But it isn't time. Not yet.

I set the egg in a cushion of fluff at the head of the bed.

Now Toby is rocking back and forth. His body is flushed and sheened with sweat. He took such good care of me, I want to take care of him too. I don't bother with just one finger when I slip inside him. I start with two, and he's loose enough to accept three almost immediately. He's gushing slick, and it's so filthy, I feel aroused all over again. I scissor and twist my fingers the way he did. Every action is innate, like an instinct inside of me waiting to be set free. I fuck him mercilessly with my fingers like he did to me, tucking in a fourth finger the moment after his body tenses from an orgasm. Toby bucks his hip back onto my fingers with desperation. He keeps bucking even after I tuck my thumb inside him.

"Ugh, Felix."

I place my other hand on his ass, hoping to reassure him.

He pauses for a moment, then arches back until I'm all the way in to my knuckles. He cries out, his fingers clawing at the sheets. "Felix!"

I push my hand inside him. He swallows it whole, all the way up to the wrist. He screams and tightens around my fingers. I know what I have to do. I slowly close my hand into a fist, opening him up even further. His shoulders draw back, and he presses his head into the sheets, moaning. If I hadn't made love to him so many times, I'd be worried I was hurting him.

I'm sure I am, but it's the good kind of hurt. Toby is overcome by how good it feels.

A smooth hardness settles onto my fist. The first egg. I begin the process of pulling out. Toby shakes his head, but I don't think he's telling me no. He stays perfectly still as his body opens. It's such a tight fit, I worry I'll tear him, so I go unbearably slow. He wails halfway through, shaking his head and clamping down on my fist.

"You're almost there, Toby. You can do this."

He nods, which is the consent I need to continue. The last few inches are so tight, I'm moving slower than a snail. Then finally, there's a pop, and I'm free. His ass is still gaping. I can see the bottom of the egg. Toby rears up the way I did, crouching on the bed. I kneel in front of him, letting him lean his weight on my body.

"You're so strong. I love you."

His whole body tenses, and he screams so loud, my ears ring.

"That's right. Keep pushing."

He grabs my shoulders and digs his fingernails into my skin. This time, he doesn't scream, but his eyes roll back. I can't tell if it's from pain or pleasure. There's a small thunk. I look down to find another egg on the mattress. I reach for it and lift it up for him to see, the way he showed me the egg I laid.

"Look, Toby."

He almost smiles, but then he's lost in the power of instinct as he bears down again. His fingernails drag down my chest, and he spurts come all over my chest without even touching his dick.

I hear another thunk. When I grab that egg to show him, Toby gives me a tired smile. His energy drains right before my eyes. He lays down, holding out his hand for the eggs. I give one to him, and he gathers it to his chest. I retrieve the egg I laid, and we nestle them together between us. Now that they're all together, it's hard to tell who laid which one. I like that.

Sleep comes before I realize how tired I am. At some point, there are voices again and a drill. A blanket is draped over us.

"I'm sorry. We just had to make sure everything went okay." It's Louisa's voice.

A part of me wants to rise and show her our beautiful eggs, but I can't open my eyes or my mouth. I need to rest.

We can show off our eggs later.