From there I got lost in more kisses and the sweet tangle of his arms and legs. My cock slid along the slick precum drippingfrom his slit.Beautiful.I carded my hand into his hair so I could hold him still and raid his mouth, stealing all the happy noises spilling out of him.
He wrenched his head to the side. “In me.”
“Yeah. Love that idea. Yes.” I found the lube where it had slid between two cushions and squirted far too much on my fingers. I easily found his hole and pushed. His ass gripped me and made me grit my teeth against the wave of heat that thrilled through me. This was going to be fucking good, I could already tell.
It was too intense.
Too much.
I was going to stumble my way through this the way I did everything else. Rather than completely embarrass myself, I slid down and wrapped my lips around him, eyes rolling back as the taste of him hit my tongue. The mushroom tip gave me plenty to dance my tongue around, and I growled a little when he bucked his hips.
“What are you . . . ? Oh fuck,” he whispered, then gasped.
Tyler yanked roughly on my hair, dragging me closer so that his cock tapped the back of my throat. I gagged and swallowed, and he moaned as I slid down until my nose brushed his pubes. He must not have been holding it together any better than me, because he shivered and whined, grinding deeper. I felt the unmistakable pulse of him unloading down my throat.
I slid my hand to my cock, slick with precum and the rest of the lube, and barely stroked before heat punched through me.
“Fuck! What just—Oh my God.”
“Mmm.” I swallowed around him as bursts of cum jetted out of me. My vision darkened for a few seconds before it came back in spots, then cleared up as the pleasure eased off. I hadn’t been able to suck in any oxygen for a bit, and I reached the critical point.
When I sat back on my knees, air rushed into my lungs and my head spun.
We stared at each other, and I snickered, a raspy sound, since my throat had just been through the sex version of Fight Night.
“Did you walk through a tornado?” I used my clean hand to pat down his hair, but it didn’t do much.
Tyler smiled and ducked his head shyly. I think we were both feeling stunned.
The washcloth from earlier was still on the floor. I grabbed it and cleaned up before tossing it down again. My heart bumped along faster when he opened his arms for me, and I snuggled in, resting most of my weight to the side but letting him cradle me close.
“What happened here?” I asked, running my fingers over the scars on his left arm.
“Work accident,” he murmured. “My boss was a dick. It’s a long story.”
We gazed at the tree, and this time the silence that fell was comfortable.
“Those look dangerous.” Tyler pointed at three oversized star ornaments made of solid red glass. The points glinted prettily in the light from the tree. Each one was heavy as hell. I’d set them beside the coffee table because I’d run out of energy to try to move them anywhere else in the room. “Are you sure it’s safe for you to have them?”
I shrugged. “A local artist was selling them. I felt bad for her because she had big decorations and a bunch of floor vases that no one was looking at. I’m not a flower person, but I do like the holidays. The stars remind me of the seventies, so I thought they would go with the house.”
“They do, but are you sure someone with your, uh, you know?—”
“Gracefulness?” I flinched.
“Yeah, that. Are you sure you should keep something so sharp on your floor?” He wrinkled his nose.
“They haven’t murdered anyone yet,” I mumbled.
He let out an amused groan and pinched my side.
Shit. Now all I could think about was what we’d done earlier. Hiding that body tonight might not have been the right thing, but it was the safest thing for both of us to stay off Dad’s radar. And the longer Tyler held me in his arms, the more I was certain he’d deserved some revenge.
I was about ninety percent sure that wasn’t the sex talking. But who cared if it was? I didn’t.
“Some of those red-and-white ornaments on the tree are dicks,” he mumbled.
I choked on nothing and coughed as he laughed. “They’re candy canes! The same artist who did the stars made them. Blown glass pieces. Jeez. I never noticed that.” He wasn’t wrong, though. The curved tip that went around the tree branch was a little bulbous. And mushroom shaped. For fuck’s sake, how did I not notice that?
