Chapter 16
EDDIE
We rushed from the cold windy night into the warmth of the house together, laughing and jostling as we went.
Excitement put an extra bounce in my step.
I was happy we’d scrubbed the hell out of the wooden floor earlier before we’d left for body disposal because I wouldn’t have wanted to stop to do it now.
The heavy bag from the toy shop smacked against my leg.
Anticipation swirled in my stomach, but a sharp pain on my thigh had me sucking in a breath as a corner of the advent calendar jabbed my leg.
“What do you think is in the advent calendar?” Tyler poked my side as we kicked off our boots. Next, we flung our coats on a stool near the door.
“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.”
He smirked. “Right? I want it in my mouth.”
He tweaked my nipples and a cool tingle had me sucking in my breath. I dragged my fingers across the wooden floor.
“Now these.” His grin was pure evil as he snapped the nipple doohickeys.
The clamps pinched when they went on. I couldn’t tear my gaze away as he settled the second one, the sensitive flesh tortured between the prongs at the end. My toes wouldn’t stop wriggling and dancing across the floor.
“Don’t pout.” He flipped a small switch on the right one, and I gasped as it began to vibrate, as advertised.
“I don’t know about this,” I said, then promptly made a liar of myself as I moaned when he turned on the left one. A warm, scrabbly feeling settled inside my stomach and sizzled down to my groin. My dick twitched and firmed up, totally outside of my control.
Tyler chuckled and wriggled his ass all over my hard cock, where it was doing its best to bust out of my pants. “He does. He loves it.”
Grabbing Tyler’s hips, I thrust up, grinding against him, imagining the moment when I’d been in his hot, tight hole. Fuck, I never wanted to be anywhere else. Why was I so stupid that I put on clothes and left the house? I should just be fucking him all the time. “Wh-what else?”
He settled his weight firmly on me, then dragged the advent calendar to our side. He opened door number two—“Lube! Yay! We won’t need to go upstairs for stuff.”—and eleven, which was red cuffs with golden tinkling jingle bells.
He snorted and whirled the faux leather restraints around once he had them out of the plastic. “These are flimsy. This chain isn’t going to keep anyone immobilized.”
“So?” I held up my hands. “I thought you were putting stuff on me?”
With a smirk, he quickly fastened my wrists into the cuffs and looked very pleased when he shoved them above my head, as if I wasn’t in love with the idea of being underneath him.
I nudged my hard-on against his perfect ass and bit the inside of my cheek as a razor-sharp twist of need sliced through me.
“Jingle bells!” I started wriggling the cuffs.
He snickered but hurried to open doors three and ten while I went through my horrible rendition of the Christmas carol, thrashing my hands around for the added effect of the jangling.
“Damn,” he said, holding up two big packages with a grin. They were both festive colors, but beyond that, I was confused, and it must’ve shown on my face because he looked smug. “Can I take your pants off?”
“Sure, but what are you planning to do to me?”
His smile mellowed and he leaned down to kiss me. Our tongues tangled together for a few minutes, which had my cock aching in the worst way. “Some very nice things.” He gave me a short peck on the lips. “I want presents, not coal.”
In two seconds flat my jeans and socks were a thing of the past. My boxers were next. I shuddered as he wriggled down and sucked a kiss onto the tip of my dick. The scalding heat of his mouth had me thrashing around for real.
“I want to be in you.” My voice was destroyed already. I barely sounded like myself.
“I’m sure you do,” he murmured, giving me a lick that had me arching off the cushions. His mouth was fiery and slick, exactly what I wanted. “We’re playing with toys first,” he said, in the same tone he’d used to talk about which game we would play next at the arcade.
“I love this. It’s so much fun. You’re fun,” I whispered.
His eyes glinted with pleasure, and then his lips were on mine for a few minutes after that. I hated that I couldn’t get my arms around him. But it was nice to suck on his tongue and rock my body against his while he let out tantalizing little gasps and moans.
“Condoms,” I growled between our lips.
He hummed and sat up again, which I hated. “Let’s see what else is in the advent calendar.”
When he was done opening the rest of the windows like a possessed holiday demon, his hard-on was straining against his jeans. His abs fluttered as he teased my cock with his beautiful ass. I thought I was going to go insane when he tweaked the ends of the nipple things, adjusting them a bit.
“Pay attention to our new toys.”
“Uh, toys, yes.”
He laughed, and I loved the sound. This was going on a mental list I’d just started. Top Ten Slightly Kinky Sexy Things I’ve Done with Tyler. It was definitely number one. Perhaps I would even write them all down once I had ten and share it with him, since he enjoyed lists and all.
Our pile of goodies was big because some of the doors had more than one item.
There was something that resembled a weird jellyfish with a red cap and green legs, warming lube, a candle that proclaimed itself to be Noel Vanilla, a long metal pole that was too thin to go anywhere I might want it, condoms with Santa’s laughing face on them, a weird peacock feather, red-and-green body glitter, and a cheap red collar with a bell that he secured around his own neck.
“Now we’ll both jingle!”
“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.