My breath hitched and I nodded. Itwasdirty, but I… I did. I liked itsomuch. Was he going to… would he do it again? Or reach down with his hand and help me like he had before? Or did he just want to use me to rub himself against? That would be okay, too. That would beamazing. Especially if he wanted to come on me some more. Ilovedwearing Tyson’s cum. I—
“We should get you cleaned up,” Tyson said, cutting into my thoughts and killing that last hope almost as soon as I’d let myself start to wish for it.
“Oh,” I said, doing my best to keep the disappointment out of my voice. “Okay.”
I was so greedy. I tried not to be, but sometimes I couldn’t help it.
“Love seeing you so… messy,” he said, rolling his weight off me and sort of wedging me against the back of the couch as he propped himself up on his side.
It really wasn’t big enough for both of us like this. It was perfect.
Tyson looked down at me and ran a hand over my chest, smearing the mess around, and I shivered. It should have felt wrong, but with him, it didn’t.
He grinned. “You gonna let me help with the cleanup since I’m the one who’s responsible for all this?”
“Okay,” I said again, then bit my lip to hold in a needy little whimper. I wanted him to keep touching me like this always, but at the same time, I already missed the feel of him on top of me. I wouldn’t be ungrateful, though. Iwouldn’t. It wasn’t like he’d want to hold me down forever, and besides, even if it really was over now, he was still being just as wonderful to me as he always was.
Tyson ran a cum-covered finger over my lips. “So damn agreeable,” he whispered, staring at my mouth as my tongue darted out to taste it. “Is ‘okay’ all you’ve got to say to me, love?”
“Um, thank you?” I said, trying my best to ignore the greedy little shiver that went through me at the endearment. I knew Tyson didn’t actually mean any of them, but I still felt like a bone-dry sponge, desperately soaking up every one and always craving more.
Tyson grinned at me, one of his wicked-looking ones that always put all sorts of sinful thoughts in my head… the kind of thoughts that made me have to use my mattress at night the way I’d told him about when I just couldn’t manage to ignore my thing any longer.
“You’re covered in my cum and you’rethankingme now, sweetheart?” he asked, standing up and pulling me to my feet, too.
“Is that okay?” I asked. Good manners were never out of place, right? At least, I hoped so, because I really wasn’t sure what else I was supposed to say after… after everything he’d done.
“It’s very okay,” Tyson said, doing a sexy little shimmy with his hips that made his shorts fall the rest of the way down. He stepped out of them and pulled his shirt off, too.
He was naked.
Oh Lord, Tyson Graham was naked in front of me, and he was… he wasgorgeous. And big. Really, really big.
He tipped my chin up, smiling down at me, and I felt my cheeks heat when I realized he’d caught me staring…there.
Tyson leaned in close. “Do you know how perfect you are?” he whispered, his warm breath against my ear making me shiver and bite back a moan as he ran a hand down my back and squeezed my bottom. “So eager to please. So willing. And so damngrateful.”
I was. Was that okay? I didn’t know, but I honestly couldn’t clear my head enough to worry about it, not with him holding me so close like this and saying such nice things to me. Besides, he’d made it sound like a good thing, just like he made almost everything I did sound like a good thing.
No one but Tyson had ever praised me for… well, for anything before, and it was addicting. It made me want to always say yes, to be better, to do whatever he wanted just so I could earn more of that intoxicating approval from him. I’d never say it out loud because I didn’t want to jinx it, but living with him was the best thingever. In fact, I was pretty sure he was my favoritepersonever.
Tyson stepped back, his hooded eyes running over me. “Get these off,” he said, using that firm tone that I loved as he tugged at my jeans.
I scrambled out of them, almost tripping but managing it anyway.
“So fucking pretty,” he murmured once I’d kicked them and my briefs aside. He skimmed a hand through the mess still dripping down my body and then wrapped that hand around the part of me that had gotten shamefully hard.
I lurched forward, an embarrassing sound bursting out of me.
“That’s right, baby,” Tyson said, stroking me again and smiling down at me like I’d done something right.
It felt so good that it made my eyes roll back in my head, and I clutched onto his arms so I didn’t fall over. I’d… I’d forgotten how amazing it felt to be touched there. Although I was pretty sure that my own hand hadneverfelt as good as his did.
“Just let me take care of you,” he murmured. “Fucking Christ, you look good like this, sugar. All flushed and slutty and covered in my cum. I want to see you just like this every single day, Sean.”
My heart stuttered in my chest. Every day? “You… you want to do this with meagain?”
I held my breath as I waited for his answer, a desperate, greedy hope blooming inside me.
