“Ha!” I strained against the cuffs, and he booed when they snapped. I flipped him onto his back on the cushions.
“Cheater again!” he shouted, poking my abs.
“Only at games.” I tugged down his pants, and he laughed. “Never on you.”
He sat up and smashed his lips to mine while we unbuttoned his shirt together.
I couldn’t get enough of him. The torture of my leaking dick wanting to be inside him was real, but I loved it when he teased the tip of his tongue against mine, and I couldn’t stop doing it. It made my skin heat up hotter. My cockhead pulsed the same way it did when I was easing into his body.
“Mean it?” he asked.
“Always. I’m yours.” I grabbed something from the pile of toys that resembled an oversized orange slice. The whole thing was about as wide across as my palm. “Do you know what this is?”
He waggled his eyebrows and grabbed my dick where it was sticking out in front of me, which I loved.
“Yes, jerk me off.” I moaned and tried to thrust.
He laughed so hard he snorted, fingers squeezing on me. “Not yet. Watch and be awed.”
Frowning, I did just that as he popped the top on some cranberry spice lube.
“That smells good.”
“Mm-hmm.” He drizzled the candy scented slick all over my shaft, and I whimpered when he did the same thing to the center of the big orange slice where there was a small hole.
“Wha—Oh!”
He slid the orange slice onto my cock while biting the tip of his tongue. It looked beyond silly. It was like my dick was the mixer for a holiday drink. But holy shit, did it feel fantastic. It struck me that we hadn’t stopped playing just because we left the arcade. We had simply entered a whole new territory of games to explore together. The hollow center of the toy gripped me in a soft, silky grasp that had me whimpering.
“Oh shit.”
Tyler laughed and shoved down his underwear, then drenched his dick with that sweet lube.
“This is the best mess I’ve ever made.” I squeezed his thigh, loving the way hard muscle and soft skin came together to make my favorite thing—him.
“It’ll get better.” He lined his tip up to mine and slid the orange slice—a fun stroker—from me over to him. Sweat broke out on his skin and made his softly muscled chest gleam in the holiday lights. I dug my teeth into my bottom lip to stop myself from tossing aside the toys and rushing to get into his ass. We went slow, took our time, and it was such a torment. The squeeze and glide of the stroker sent me closer to the edge than I should be, but then I got to watch his cheeks pink up as he rocked his cock into the stroker.
Ogling him made my “break” from the toy more intense than the actual glide over my cockhead when it was my turn again. I had trouble keeping my hands to myself. He clearly wanted to set the pace, but I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking. Every time we moved, a light jangling filled the air, which should’ve been as ridiculous as everything else, but all it did was add to the atmosphere.
I needed more.
More kisses.
More of his hands on me.
Everything.
After a few minutes, his breath was catching and his body was contorting in a sinuous slide each time the toy wrapped around him. His mouth fell open, and I leaned down to glide my tongue across the silky slick skin inside his bottom lip.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I want you to fuck yourself on me,” I whispered.
He glanced up at me and a bead of sweat trailed down and dripped off the tip of his nose. “Do you? Should I do that for a cheater?” He glided the stroker onto his cock, and I held it there.
“I don’t know. Perhaps I’ll get off without you.” I grabbed the jellyfish thing and leaned back against the couch. It took a few seconds to wrestle it out of the packaging. Somehow I’d gotten lube on my fingers. I realized pretty fast by the shape that the toy was a vibrator for my cockhead. I rested it on the tip and settled the long green legs hanging down around my shaft, then pressed the button on top.
“Shit!” The vibrations crashed through my body, and I curled forward as my cockhead was tormented. “Too much.”
