“Nope.” Tom fidgeted. “Does this mean my, uh, punishment is gonna start early?”
“Not until I know you’re totally free and clear from work.” Cypress winked playfully. “I’d really hate for you to get all riled up, and then have to let you go in.”
Tom shuddered. “Yeah, that would be awful.” He slowly ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “I don’t suppose you’re gonna tell me what you’re plotting.”
“And spoil the fun? Never.”
Cypress showed Tom how to use all the remotes for the television, and they watched some movies until Cypress got up to cook dinner. When it was ready, they ate together at the table with Mister Doodles beneath their feet. Tom could feel an undercurrent of tension brewing between them, and he was ready to pounce on Cypress by the time they were putting the dishes away.
Every coy smile and brush of their bodies was a tease, a promise of what was to come, and nine o’clock couldn’t get here fast enough.
Tom hadn’t heard his phone ring once, and as eight-thirty rolled around, he decided he was in the clear. He wrapped his arms around Cypress’s waist as he washed up the dishes, nuzzling and kissing his shoulder.
“Mmm, and what are you doing?” Cypress asked with a smile.
“Thanking you for dinner.”
“Oh? It’s not nine o’clock yet.” Cypress turned off the water, drying off his hands before turning around to embrace Tom. He rubbed his back and bowed his head for a kiss. “Sure you wanna start now?”
“Very sure,” Tom confirmed, feeling his way up Cypress’s chest. “I’m so ready to start. I’ve been thinking about it all day, trying to figure out what you’re gonna do, and it’s been driving me nuts.”
“That’s part of the fun,” Cypress declared, going back in for another kiss.
Tom began to melt beneath the powerful hold of Cypress’s lips, easily losing himself in the heated moment. He felt a full body shiver that made his nipples perk up, and he was always blown away by how quickly this man could turn him on.
“Mmm.” Cypress parted to take a deep breath. “Now it’s time to finally discuss your punishment.”
Tom’s cock twitched, and a surge of heat began to burn down in his core. Yes, he was finally going to—
His phone began to ring.
“Ah, fuck. Hold that thought.” Heart dropping into his stomach, Tom reluctantly pulled away from Cypress to answer his phone. “Hello?”
“Tom,” Bosco’s gruff voice said. “House call. Hospice, two hundred and thirty pounds. First floor.”
“I’ll meet you at the funeral home,” Tom said, glancing up to Cypress with a grimace. “Be there as soon as I can.”
“Bye.”
“See you in a minute.” Tom hung up and groaned loudly. “Dammit! It’s eight thirty-six. I was so close!”
“Still gotta go in?” Cypress asked, although his disappointed frown said he already knew the answer.
“Came in before nine,” Tom replied, reaching down to adjust himself. “Gotta take it. But after this I’m free.”
“Keep me posted.” Cypress kissed his cheek, sweet and soft, moving down to kiss his neck.
“Mmm, I’ll text you when I get there… when I leave…” Tom closed his eyes, savoring the hot press of Cypress’s mouth. It was driving all the blood in his body right to his dick, and he moaned when he felt Cypress’s teeth.
Cypress pulled away suddenly, saying firmly, “And when you get back to the funeral home.”
“God, you’re mean,” Tom groaned, panting hard.
“And when you’re driving back here.”
“Uh-huh.” Tom pushed his hair out of his face and took a deep breath. “Mean, mean man.”
“I’ll be waiting for you.” Cypress smirked smugly. “And so will your punishment.”
