Tyler’s mouth.
His firm, compact muscles.
All I could think about was him for a few minutes, and it was a delicious mental vacation.
Tyler nipped my bottom lip, and the shock of the pain pulsed in my cockhead and made the air in my lungs vanish. I held on to him while my head spun.
“Fuck me here,” he whispered.
His breath sent sparks cascading down my spine.
“I want to see what your skin looks like lit up by the Christmas lights.” His left eye was wide and his jaw trembled.
“Okay.” I couldn’t glance away as his hand traveled down to give himself a squeeze. The tent he’d pitched in my green boxers didn’t leave much to the imagination. His hard cock was rubbing—leaking—against underwear I’d worn. “Oh shit.”
“You like that?” he asked, breath ragged.
“Trick? Trick question? Yes. Fuck yes.” I exhaled slowly, and he chuckled, a sound full of confidence that both intrigued and concerned me. I was older, but I figured he’d been in positions like this, after everything Mike had said earlier. Chances were good he’d been naked with men more than I had. His experience showed in the way he moved and how he dragged his gaze possessively down my body to my dick.
He wasn’t shy.
I fucking loved it. But again, I was feeling wobbly inside, too.
“Come get a piece.” He flipped the leg of the boxers up. They were big on him, and seconds later, I was staring at his cock, my very own Christmas miracle. This part of him was thick, solid, bigger than I’d guessed. He had a fat mushroom tip that would make deep throating him intense, probably cut off my oxygen. I never shied away from a challenge.
“Can I touch you?” Part of me was worried I was doing all the wrong things. My fingers curled into fists and I forced them open.
“I offered.” He grabbed my hand and guided my fingers around the hot silk of his shaft. “So, fucking yes.”
My control snapped and I attacked his lips. I stroked him, but I was so excited that it was a little fumbled, and I had nothing close to a rhythm. I dragged my mouth from his lips and dropped kisses to the swath of scars on his face.
His brow furrowed and his hips rocked. “Throw me on my back and fuck me already. What are you waiting for?” he growled out, and tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.
Uncertainty slapped me, but before I could do more than pull back and study his face, his lips were on mine again. And seconds later, he tugged on my sweatpants. Between the two of us, we got them down to my thighs. He shimmied out of his boxers and launched himself at me. I held him close as he straddled me.
His damp hair looked like it needed to be grabbed, so I did with a great amount of satisfaction while scraping my teeth down the column of his bruised neck. His balls bumped my cockhead, and I humped upward, teasing myself against the warmth.
“Eddie. Fuck. Me,” he ordered against my lips. His urgency and the way he reached down to angle me so that my dick glided between his asscheeks had me nodding.
“Anything you want, I’ll do.” I was wedged against his hole, a hair’s breadth from heaven with him grinding against me before my brain kicked back into gear.
“Lube!” I gasped, bunching Tyler’s T-shirt between both my hands at his back and using it to physically move him out of the danger zone.
“Just stuff my ass with this cock.” He spat on his palm, and lightning sparked into every molecule in my body as he reached back and no doubt sank his own fingers into that hot hole.
“Lube is a must.” I grabbed him around the waist and tipped him to the side. I laughed at his outraged scowl as I hopped up and hobbled away from the couch. I almost died before I got out of my sweats, then raced up the stairs to my room, taking the steps two at a time. The lube was hiding between the folds of my comforter, but I fished it out fast, snagged a condom from the nightstand, and dashed back.
On the next to last step, my foot slipped, but I saved myself with the railing. I was in such a hurry because I caught sight of him sprawled out with one leg resting over the back of the couch, a helpful hand on his dick. I sprinted over to him.
He sat up as I was going for another kiss, and I groaned as his forehead connected with my nose. I grabbed it and took a step back.
“Ouch.”
“Are you okay? You’re even a danger to yourself during sex.” He cackled, flopping backward onto the couch. It was such a warm, happy sound that it made the pain worth it.
“Don’t forget to others, too. You all right?” I lowered my hands, but since there was no blood, I figured I’d live.
He nodded and snagged my thigh with both hands, dragging me down onto the couch between his legs.
