We bypass the door as I pull Ty up the stairs to my bedroom.
“Fox isn’t wrong,” I say.
As soon as the door closes behind Ty, I lock it and drag him over to my bed.
“I’m supposed to be going home,” he says. “This doesn’t look like me going home.”
“No, baby. You’re going to be coming, not going.”
I undo the buttons on his jeans and pull them down to expose his cock.
“You did not just say—” he starts, but whatever he’s about to say is replaced by a moan when I take his cock into my mouth as deep as possible. With Ty, it’s never all the way because he’s a fucking monster. If I didn’t have my whole family downstairs, I’d be riding this dick until I spilled all over his chest.
“Oh my…fuck, Mik. Don’t you ever get tired?”
I don’t respond because I’m not letting this cock out of my mouth until he’s shouting my name.
I tug his balls with my hand, letting his moans guide what I do next.
We’ve had less time alone in the last week, so we’re both eager and on edge.
“I’m not gonna last, Mik.”
I hold on to his hips and let him fuck my mouth. My dick is impossibly hard and still trapped beneath my clothes, which I now recognize was a stupid idea.
Ty fucks my mouth with abandon until I feel the tell-tale sign he’s about to release. Instead of pulling off, I push down as much as I can until his cock is as far as it can go.
His warm release hits me, and I swallow it straight away. Today is not a day to savor him. This is pure carnal lust. Quick, dirty, and perfect.
“Jesus, you want to kill me, don’t you?”
I slide up his body to feed him a taste of his release. As our tongues play a game of hide and seek in each other’s mouths, his hands reach over to undo my jeans.
“I wanna suck you too,” he says, releasing me.
We change positions, and he straddles my legs, going in for the kill. It takes me approximately one minute to come in Tyler’s mouth.
We collapse, facing each other.
“I’ve never had this much sex in my life,” he says.
“If you want to complain, you’ll have to speak to the manager, but I’ll warn you, he doesn’t take kindly to negative feedback.”
“No complaints here. None at all.”
He kisses me and tucks himself back in.
A mere fifteen minutes have passed by the time I walk him to the door, but judging by the whistles from the den, we haven’t fooled anyone.
Stan, who returned to the den when we went up the stairs, comes back when he hears us. I rub his favorite spot behind his ear. “Thank you for the privacy, buddy.” Then I turn to Ty. “See you tomorrow.” I give him one more kiss and watch as he walks back to his car.
When I turn around, Bastian is there.
“Want a drink?” I ask, and he nods, following me to the kitchen.
I take out two coffee cups and pick two pods for the machine. One ultra-strong-bitter-and-chest-hair-growing black coffee in theRock Starcup and a regular one for me in theRock Dad of the Yearmug.
“I like Tyler,” he says, taking his cup and sitting at the kitchen table.
