Chapter 12
Tex
"This good?" TD grunts from behind me, his hands gripping the flesh around my waist so tightly I'll be wearing his fingerprints for days. And be happy to do so.
"So good," I moan back, loving the way his cock fills me up from this angle.
I threw out the challenge, and, boy oh boy, has TD met it or what?
He's fucking me doggy style on the bed, and my whole body is vibrating with electricity and passion and…and closeness. He shared his name with me, and I don't know what that means, but it was important.
"I want to come," I say, reaching for my dick.
"Good," he grunts. "I want to be inside you when you do."
"Okay. I'm close," I say, jerking myself. "Oh, shit. Shit. Shiiit!"
TD stops drilling into me as my orgasm overtakes me, my body rocking and quaking as I release all over the bed.
"Wow," I breathe out. Before I can say anything else, much to my disappointment, Tex pulls out. I spin around. "Why did you do that?"
"Thought you might be sensitive," he answers.
"But you haven't come."
"I'm fine."
He reaches for my face, and I swat his hand away. "Fine, schmine. You are coming, mister. Get on your back."
TD chuckles but obeys.
I lift his legs into the air, which also lifts his ass right into my face. Diving in, I start lapping away like I've been starved of him and curl my fingers around his massive cock. Just beyond it, I can see his face relaxing into a slow, satisfied smile. All signs of the surly coach gone.
I open my mouth and make out with his ass, stroking him harder and faster. Without warning, his hole clenches and spurts of cum start shooting from his dick—straight onto his face and chest.
I lower his legs slowly and take him in. "That's so fucking hot," I say, then, seeing as he seems a little shellshocked, I lick the cum off his face, his chest, his neck, letting the warm salty taste satisfy a craving I never knew I had. "You okay?" I check.
"Yeah, I am." He swallows. "I've just never come like that."
"Was it okay?"
He smirks. "You seemed to like it."
"I did."
He takes my hand in his. "I did, too. Just took me by surprise, that's all."
"If there's one thing to expect with me, TD, it's surprises."
He chuckles. "I wish we could keep going, but I need to get back to work," he says, closing his fingers more firmly around mine, sounding like he'd really rather stay with me.
"Have you got time for lunch?"
He nods. "I do. You thinking The Leafy Nook?"
"No. Let's order something in. I don't feel like sharing you with the world right now."
He smiles at my sappiness and gets up to order some takeout. We shower while we wait for the food, which is basically an excuse for me to eat his ass again. And, Jesus, it tastes so damn good.
"Oh, shit," TD cries, grabbing his dick and, a few seconds later, coming. "Holy heck. I've never come so soon again like that."
I get up, sliding my hands over his broad, wet shoulders. "Looks like someone enjoys getting rimmed."
"I do." His eyes meet mine, and I don't know what it is, but something has shifted. "Is it sappy to admit I missed you while I was away even though we chatted every night?"
"It's not any more sappy than me saying what I just did." I lean in and kiss him on the lips. "And just so you know, I missed you, too."
Our food arrives, and we eat at the breakfast bar since Mexican can be messy.
"So, I googled you while I was gone," TD says, pouring some lime over his fish taco.
"I'm impressed you figured out how the internet works," I reply, biting back a grin.
He lets out a low chuckle. "Wise guy. I saw a video of you giving a talk at some mortician's conference."
My grin dies, and I turn to face the front door. "Oh."
"What?"
"Nothing. Just… There's the door. Run, run for your life."
"What are you talking about?"
I sigh. "Most guys leave or block or ghost me the second they find out what I do for a living. You didn't, but you've only just now seen my water cremation speech, so I won't be mad if you make a run for it."
TD stares at me, his face unreadably stoic. "Your generation is weird. I'm not going anywhere. I was intrigued by your speech and was hoping you'd tell me more. You know, since I'm so close to death myself, I probably should start making plans."
How? How is TD actually cool with this? No. He can't be. This has to be some sort of setup, a trap, a cruel joke, which would really hurt coming hot on the heels of the best sex of my life.
But he seems genuine, so I test the waters.
"I only learned about the special machine that facilitates water cremation a few years ago.
People wrongly assume we're putting someone in a barrel of acid, but that's not it at all.
The process involves water, heat, and alkaline chemicals, which are, in fact, the chemical opposite of acids," I point out.
"Right."
"The machine works by gently rocking the warm water and potassium hydroxide to accelerate the natural decomposition of the body. Once dissolved of flesh, the bones are dried and crushed."
"Right," he repeats.
I scan his face. He actually looks interested. Even better, he's not freaking out.
"I think as people become more environmentally aware, they’ll begin to realize that cremation can be fossil fuel intensive, and it emits toxic pollutants such as mercury, while burial takes up lots of space, which could be used for other things like housing for the still living, so, I'm hoping that in time, it won't be seen as this weird, fringe thing.
That it'll become accepted. Maybe even normal. "
"I hope so, too," TD says, looking at me with a soft smile. "And that people who work in the industry aren't seen as weird or fringe either. Because they're not." His eyes meet mine, and his smile grows. "Ask me how I know."
"You're just saying that 'cause I ate your ass so good."
He barks out a laugh and shakes his head, but he doesn't disagree with me.
After lunch, TD is getting ready to leave when he receives a text. It's from his lawyer. He doesn't have to tell me. I know by the way his face drops.
"Everything okay?" I ask.
"Yeah. It's about the court case coming up in New York in two weeks," he replies tightly.
"That's good, right? Means you'll get a resolution."
He nods, but there’s sadness in his eyes now. "I just want to see my girls. It kills me that I'm being denied access."
My heart breaks for him. I know he wants that more than anything else in the world. "It'll work out. I'm sure it will," I say, hoping my words don't sound hollow.
"Yeah. I'm sure it will." He tucks his phone away and steps in closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Anyway, thank you for…everything. But especially…"
"The rimming?" I hedge.
He smiles. "I was going to say the conversation, but, yes, definitely that, too."