"No, don't stop, please...oh oh God, please just keep...keep," she was running out of words to say, her hands fisting in his hair. His head was firmly between her legs, and he certainly wasn't holding back. Toby's tongue was making her tremble, her heart was pounding against her rib cage. He gripped her thighs, pulling them onto his strong shoulders as he plunged his tongue deeper inside of her. "Toby...Toby...Toby...I think I'm going to-" Spencer sat up with a jolt, her body was covered in a cold sweat, her clothes felt heavy against her skin and there was definitely no Toby around. Running a hand through her hair, she grabbed her phone off of her bedside locker to check the time. Three in the morning, she felt like screaming, she felt hot all over and there was nothing she could do about it. Well, there was but she had never been into the whole playing with yourself thing. Flicking through the contacts on her phone she paused at his, would it be terribly selfish for her to ring him? She knew his voice would be the only thing that could help her get back to that wonderful dream she'd been having. Hitting call, she held it up to her ear hoping he wouldn't be too annoyed at being woken up. It was a Saturday night so she knew he didn't have work tomorrow. After five rings he picked up, "Spencer?" Asked a groggy voice from the other end of the line. "Toby I can't sleep and it's your fault, well it's not your fault but you woke up me up. Wait no, dream you woke me up and now I can't sleep, I just feel hot and I can't lie still. My heart is beating way too fast for it to be normal and I-" Toby cut her off, "Spencer, Spencer." She let out a breath, "Keep saying that and I'm going to-"

"Hey!" Toby said, a lot louder than he had been saying her name. "What? I kind of called you so you could help me!" She whined, lifting a leg and letting it drop heavily back down onto the bed. "Spencer, it's three in the morning, I need to sleep. Look just count sheep or something," he sighed, she could hear him yawn on the other end of the line. "Oh, okay," she frowned, hanging up quickly, feeling very much like a little girl who had just been scolded. Tossing and turning, she peeled back the comforter off of her body before pulling it back over her. She let out a hiss of frustration, sliding her hand under her shorts she grazed her fingers along the outside of her panties. This definitely wasn't as good as someone else doing this. Her hand snapped back out quickly as she heard a knock. Slipping out of bed she walked towards the door, pulling it open, she shut it again, frowning. She heard the knock again, averting her gaze to the window she nearly squealed. Rushing over, she pulled it open. Toby tumbled into the room, cursing as he knocked his elbow against the frame. He shut the window after him, before turning back to her. "You will be the death of me, you know that?" He unzipped the leather jacket, flinging it onto the vibrant red chair beside him. "So this dream you had, how did it go exactly?" He asked curiouly, she stepped towards him, taking his hand. Sliding it under her shorts, she pushed his fingers against her panties, her eyes shut in pleasure. He didn't object to it, watching her face, how her mouth hung slightly open. "Seems like lately I've become your sex toy," he said, moving his hand against her of his own accord now. "Do you have a problem with that?" She managed to string together, pressing his fingers harder against where she needed him most. A whimper escaped her mouth, she let go of his hand, moving her own towards his shoulders. He slid his free hand to the small of her back, pushing her against his hand a little harder. "Christ Spencer, what were you dreaming of, I think you've ruined these panties," he chuckled, she glared up at him but couldn't keep her eyes harsh as she saw his face. "You, I was dreaming of you," she nibbled nervously on her bottom lip. "And what exactly was I doing?" He asked, backing her towards the bed. "Well, I was here on this bed," she started, he nodded, slipping his hand from under her shorts much to her disappointment. Lifting her, he set her back down on the bed, "Like this?" She shook her head, adjusting herself so she was under the blankets. "And where was I?"

"You had your shirt off," she said quickly, Toby nodded his head just once before pulling the t-shirt over his head. Spencer clasped her hands together happily, "Now where was I?" He asked, this question shook Spencer a little. She hadn't thought about it before, but it was pretty embarrassing to say exactly what he was doing. "I uh oh I don't remember to be honest," she stammered, he crossed his arms over his chest. She wished he hadn't done this, as it caused his biceps to bulge, "Spencer," he said in a low voice. She wriggled against the sheets, she was so wound up and she saw what he was doing as being difficult. Smirking slightly, he nodded once again, lifting the bottom corner of the blanket, he found her ankle. Sliding his hand up from there, he ducked his head under the blanket, crawling his way onto the bed and more importantly, in between her legs. She almost began trembling again, then and there. His hands skimmed up, over her knees and rested on her thighs. Even from under the blankets, he could hear how unsteady her breathing was. Smiling to himself, he hooked his hands through her panties, pulling them down before realising there was no way he could get them off without moving. Shrugging, he pulled hard enough at them so they had no choice but to rip. Hearing her gasp, he wondered whether he should feel bad or not, but her hand came under the blankets, stroking the top of his head. He could smell her arousal, and that caused his pants to become sufficiently tighter. Pecking the skin on the inside of her thighs, he purposely avoided where he knew she wanted him. Sliding his hands under her legs, he pulled them onto his shoulders, just like he had done in the dream. Running his tongue along her lips, he took his time in winding her up. Parting them slowly, his tongue instantly met with her clit. Taking it between his teeth, he gave it a sharp nip, figuring she was turned on enough for it not to hurt. Spencer let out a cry of delight, and Toby wondered whether or not to shut her up. He presumed her parents were here, their cars were outside. He took her clit into his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud gently. Spencer bucked her hips towards his face, the hands in his hair tightening as she felt her stomach flip. He moved away from her clit, pushing his tongue inside her, marvelling at the warmth that greeted him. That was enough to send Spencer completely over the edge, she practically yelled his name over and over again, and in his position there was nothing he could do to shut her up. Her body was spasming around him, and he smiled to himself as her legs tightened around his neck.

"Toby?" She finally managed, peeling back the blankets far enough so that she could see his head. He grinned up at her, licking his lips before making his way out of the bed. Grabbing his jacket, he pulled it on, before fixing the blankets around her. Leaning down, he pressed his mouth against her forehead. "Go to sleep you crazy lady," he chuckled, before heading towards the window and making his way out of it effortlessly.