Chapter 26
JAMIE
I wake up with the sort of whole bodyache that makes you groan and smile like an idiot at the same time.
The sort that tells you someone was trying very hard to stake a claim on you—and succeeded.
My nipples are puffy and circled with bitemarks, and I’m pretty sure Tyler’s hands have left bruises on my hips where he grabbed me hard and sank me onto his cock repeatedly, as if I were nothing more than a cocksleeve.
My hole twitches at the phantom sensation of him stretching me wide, and the contraction forces out a trickle of cum.
My boyfriend’s cum.
I bury my face in the pillow with a groan, feeling it run down the inside of my thigh. Fuck, this is heaven.
I flip—more like wriggle—onto my other side and demand a goodmorning kiss, but to my chagrin, I’m alone. The sheets are cool to the touch, so Tyler’s been up for a while. My first thought is that he’s gone to the gym without me, but then I hear soft, clicking sounds from outside the bedroom.
I hurry to get up, throwing on Tyler’s shirt that I’ve claimed as mine. I’ll get my morning kiss no matter what.
As I make my way over, more cum leaks out of me. I swallow a moan and clench tight. I should probably shower, but I really don’t want to. It can wait for a bit, right? Not like we’re expecting visitors or anything.
When I push the door open, I bump into Fiona first.
“Hey, sweetie. What are you up to?”
She stands on her hind legs while giving me what I swear is a very judgmental once-over. Her nose and ears twitch, as if in disapproval, and then she hops off, completely ignoring me.
Deserved. I must look a wreck.
I find Tyler at the kitchen table, typing on his laptop, a shake bottle sitting next to it. He glances up when he hears me approach, and his focused expression transforms with a bright smile.
“Morning, sunshine.”
My heart freaking flutters. That’s my boyfriend right there.
He pushes his chair back a little, maybe a sign he wants me to come over.
My legs carry me to him instantly. Mindful of the state I’m in, I don’t straddle him like I want to, and instead step between his parted knees.
I put my arms around his shoulders while he circles his around my waist, chin resting on my sternum.
I lower my head until I get the kiss I’ve come here for. It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
“Why aren’t you in bed?” I try not to sound petulant but fail.
“Sorry, bunny. I just had a few emails I needed to work on.” He nuzzles my chest and chuckles. “You smell like sex.”
My face heats up. “Whose fault is that?”
“Yours. For being so irresistible.” He pulls me down for another kiss, so I can’t object. “Sleep well?”
“Like the dead, thanks to you.”
“Complaints?”
I purse my lips. “...No.”
“Didn’t think so.” His touch travels from my back to my butt. He gives it a firm, lingering knead before slipping his hands under the shirt. As he kisses my chest through the fabric, his fingers dip into my crease, stopping abruptly.
He glances up, a lewd smirk growing on his lips. “What do we have here?” He strokes my dripping hole. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Is that my fault too, hmm?”
“No, that’s my other boyfriend’s.” I aim for witty, but only manage to sound breathless.
“Other boyfriend’s, huh?” I feel the vibration of his suppressed laugh.
He continues circling my rim, just playing with it.
It’s torture. “Must’ve done a number on you.
You’re a mess.” He punctuates the statement by spreading my cheeks, then squeezing them together.
It makes an obscene sound. “I bet he has a huge cock. I bet it filled you nice and deep before pumping you full.”
I’ve always loved Tyler’s dirty talk, but it’s different now. It’s different when I know I’m the only one to hear him talk like this. When I know how much he loves the shameless, slutty part of me.
I don’t bother with words. I let my body speak, let it express how much I love everything Tyler does and has done to me.
And just like that, his touch is gone.
“I’ll be done in twenty. Then we can head out.”
I blink, totally, utterly confused. And insanely horny.
“Huh?”
My boyfriend, the sly fucker, grins. “You’re joining me at the gym today, right?”
I stare at him. He must be joking.
“Huh?” I repeat oh so eloquently.
“Didn’t we agree yesterday?” he pretends to be clueless.
“B-but…” What the heck was this? Did he just rile me up to leave me high and, well, wet?
“But?”
Correction: I do not like it when Tyler teases me. That’s so mean.
“I’m sore.”
“Hate to break it to you, but you’re gonna be sore most of the time.”
The promise makes me shiver. And my resolve crumble. “Okay, I’ll go with you.”
“Yeah? Great! Do you want to eat something first? Though maybe nothing too heavy.” He picks up his shake bottle. “Wanna try my protein shake?”
Do I ever.
“I like the sound of that.”
“Cool, I’ll just—” He starts to stand up, but I drop to my knees and shuffle under the table in one smooth motion. “Bunny? What…”
“I’m getting my protein shake.” I rub my face into his hip crease, peering up at him innocently.
It’s his turn to stare, nonplussed. Then he laughs, running a hand down his face.
“Oh my God, you’re serious!”
“Complaints?” I retort.
“Not exactly—Whoa!”
He’s so hard and ready to go already, one firm tug is all it takes for his cock to spring free. And slap me in the face.
That’s one more thing I can cross off my bucket list.
“Go on,” I prompt, rubbing the cockhead over my lips. “Don’t mind me.”
Tyler lets out a hysterical laugh. “Don’t mind me, he sa—Ahh, fuck.”
I swallow him to the root, my throat fluttering around the intrusion. So good. I’ll never grow tired of this feeling, of being filled to the brim, to the point where it’s almost too much.
It’s not too much. On the contrary, it’s never enough. I will always want more. And I’m happy to spend my life trying to get it.
Pushing aside the instinct that wants me to wreck my throat on Tyler’s cock, I force myself to slow down. To draw it out. To tease him, like he always does to me.
I catch his wrist when his hand slides into my hair and pull off of him completely.
“Nuh-uh. I don’t think so,” I reprimand him.
“Sorry?”
“You have work to do, no?” I dip my tongue into his slit and I’m rewarded with a throaty groan. “You need to focus. Just pretend I’m not here.”
He stares at me like I’m insane.
“Go on. Focus.” I run my tongue along his shaft. “I’ll have my breakfast in the meantime.”
His laugh turns into sharp gasp when I suck the cockhead into my mouth. I don’t go any further, wrapping my hand around the rest while I work on the tip. Just doing whatever the hell I please.
It’s more fun than I anticipated.
“I know I’ve said it—aaah—before, but…fuck. You’re something else, little bunny.”
And I fucking love it goes unsaid, but I hear it anyway.
And I feel it when his cock grows impossibly harder, making my mouth tingle when it rubs across the roof.
The chair squeaks when Tyler shifts slightly, followed by the sound of the keys being pressed as he resumes work.
Or tries to. Every so often his typing pauses, his thigh muscles contract and his breath catches.
A few seconds later, he relaxes, somewhat, and goes back to typing.
After a short while, the same thing happens, each pause longer than the last.
My jaw is deliciously sore and lips puffy by the time Tyler’s fingers curl around the edges of the table, his cock swelling up and giving the telltale throb before he unloads in my mouth.
Spurt after spurt coats my tongue in quick succession.
Despite my best efforts not to waste a single drop, some of it dribbles down my chin.
My face is a sloppy mess when I pull off, a string of saliva still connecting me to Tyler’s spent cock. I must look embarrassing. Filthy. Shameless, the voice inside my head that I recognize all to well hisses judgmentally.
But when Tyler’s eyes find me, half-lidded and glazed over with pleasure and satisfaction, the voice disappears like it was never there. And all I feel is pride and warmth. An undeniable sense of right.
I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and grin.
“Thanks. Ten out of ten. I’ll be sure to leave a review.”
With a laugh that must echo through the whole floor, Tyler hauls me to my feet and pulls me into his lap. When he takes my mouth in a hungry kiss, I know he can still taste his own release, and it seems to drive him wilder.
“You know,” he rasps against my lips, “I’m starting to worry I’ll be no match to you.”
“Have to build your stamina, old man.”
“Old man.” He pinches my butt. “What use is stamina if you suck me dry.”
“Well…” I run a finger over the edge of his scruffy jaw while I pretend to think it over. “I guess you’ll need to find a different way to satisfy me.”
Mischief lights up his gaze. In the next moment, my feet flutter in the air when he stands up with me. His laptop gets pushed to the side, and I end up on my back on the table, spread out like I’m his breakfast. With the way he looks at me, I certainly feel like a meal.
“That can be arranged.”
And without a warning, I’m being devoured.