“I don’t know, but since it was your idea, I’m using all this stuff on you.” I stuck out my tongue at him. “In case there’s something weird.”
Tyler stopped and gaped at me for a second. God, he was adorable.
I winked at him.
“All of it? Shouldn’t there be about twelve day’s worth of stuff? It’s the twelfth, right?”
“Well.” I grabbed his hand to drag him to my side, loving that it took some strength to muscle him closer. “If we can. Who knows what’s in here? Without the sale price it would’ve been about five hundred dollars, so there should be some good stuff.”
“Oh my God, I wasn’t paying attention to how much it cost.” His mouth fell open, and I sucked on his bottom lip, stealing a kiss. “I always pay attention to price!”
Grinning, I smooched the tip of his nose. “Good. You don’t need to worry about it.”
“No one’s ever made me the center of their attention the way you do.” He shoved my shoulder and grinned.
“They were idiots.” I attacked his mouth roughly, snagging his bottom lip between my teeth, and then headed toward the stairs.
“Wait! The advent calendar is, like, little presents, right? Let’s open them at the tree.” He broke away from me and rushed to the couch in the living room. The Christmas tree was already twinkling by the time I met him there. Biting his bottom lip, he grabbed two couch cushions and tossed them on the floor in a graceful whirl. While he was doing that, I turned on some holiday music.
“All right!” We flopped down on the cushions, and he pulled the bag off the horny boy’s version of an advent calendar while I tugged it free of the plastic. I landed on my back, and he quickly yanked me upright.
“This is so great.” He bounced on his cushion.
The box itself was about three feet by three feet and constructed of solid shiny red cardboard. The numbered doors on the front were all varying sizes that left my imagination rampaging. Tyler sent me a sizzling smile, and my cock sat up to take notice. Fuck, I wanted to be inside him again.
“Open the first one!” I squeezed his hand, and he nodded with a wide smile.
“You do day twelve while I do one! We’ll double team it.”
“That’s what he said,” I mumbled.
Tyler snorted.
I popped open the little door and gaped at what looked like big green clothes pins held together by a solid cord. Poinsettia flowers decorated the part you squeeze. I snatched them out and read the print on the clear plastic packaging. “Vibrating nipple massagers.”
He laughed when he held up a small pot of candy cane nipple butter. “It’s supposed to make your nips tingly.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“What?” He frowned and rearranged himself on the cushion he was sitting on. His shoulder jostled a few branches on the Christmas tree, which made the ornaments tinkle.
“Take your shirt off. Let’s find out.”
“I don’t know. You’re the cheater. Why don’t we put this stuff on you?” He eyed up the nipple doohickeys I was holding.
“Hey, wait a minute! That isn’t, I didn’t—” I laughed as he tugged off my shirt. I had to admit, having someone strip me was pretty damned thrilling. I’d never felt like more of a hunk of meat to be used for someone’s pleasure, and that was an intoxicating vibe.
When my shirt was in a pile on the floor, he tackled me back and sat on my abs. My shoulders and head were slanted down at an awkward angle, but he fixed that by dragging the other cushion over, and with a little maneuvering on both our parts, I was soon comfy again.
“What are they?” I asked as he ripped the packaging off the nipple vibrator things.
“Payback.” He rubbed my right nipple with his thumb, and sparks danced across my skin. “Which is what you get for cheating at games.”
He leaned down and swiped his tongue across my lips. I chased him, but he got away, sadly.
Chuckling, I hissed when he smeared the butter on my nipples. Unhinged glee lit up his face, fueling the feeling that I was getting in way over my head.
“Oh.” I squirmed. “That does smell like peppermint candy.”
