Ty wraps his legs around my waist and seeks my mouth.
I swallow every one of his moans, feeling exactly when he goes over the edge because his hole contracts around my cock, kicking off my orgasm.
“Ty,” I shout as I lose control of my body and fill him with my release.
We’re a tangle of sweaty limbs and harsh breaths.
“I can’t move. You killed me,” he says, not even trying to push my weight off his body.
“They’ll have to take me with you, baby, because I’m too spent.”
It takes a few minutes until I muster the energy to get up.
“I need another shower,” he says.
I take his hand and lead him to the bathroom.
“No shenanigans. This house is old, and we’ll end up with a cold shower.”
I do a mock salute. “Yes, sir.” But then I pull him against my chest and kiss him hard. “I was never good at following orders.”
To prove my point, I manage to drag another orgasm out of both of us after we’ve cleaned each other thoroughly. Even though it wasn’t as powerful as the first one, it was no less fun.
Tyler’s growling stomach gives him away, so after I borrow a pair of his sweatpants, I head down to warm up the food we brought home.
“What made you decide to go public with Kay?” Tyler asks when we’re digging into the food.
I expected him to ask the question, especially after I did everything I could for the opposite outcome.
“Kay helped me make the decision. Ultimately, we’re both tired of hiding. It’ll be nice to take her out in public, build friendships in our community, and feel like we’re not always running.”
“I get that. I hope the media respects your wishes, but I do have a question.”
He licks his fingers like he’s licking something else, and I’ll be damned if my spent dick doesn’t react.
“What question?” I keep my eyes on his lips.
“I was wondering what kind of lettuce you prefer in your salad. Just so I get it right.”
I grab his arm and drag him over so he’s straddling me.
“Baby, salad is about the only thing I’ll let you do in the kitchen.” I kiss him, seeking his tongue with mine so I can taste the sweet and savory seasoning of his food.
“So, which one is it?” He moves his hips so our dicks rub together.
“One what?” Even with our clothes on, the sensation takes my breath away.
“Lettuce.”
“Whichever you want. From now on, you can have anything you want.”
“That sounds like a good deal to me,” he says, panting.
“That’s because it is. Are you done with dinner?”
“Yeah.”
“I hope you’re ready for round three.” I hook my hands under his thighs and carry him to the couch.
