Chapter 21 #3
“Okay, I get where you’re coming from,” is what he says instead. “But even before we started this, we were roommates first. We were friends. Aren’t we all that still?” He has the audacity to look hurt. “They don’t have to be exclusive. Do you want them to be exclusive?”
What I want, you can’t give me.
“Do you?” I turn the question on him instead.
“No. Hell no.”
Oh. Okay. Wow, I didn’t expect such a resolute answer.
“I don’t wanna live with my fuckbuddy.” He says the term like it grosses him out.
“I want to live with my friend. I wanna watch movies together, eat together and complain about work and bad weather.” That pulls an involuntary chuckle out of me.
Then another one when he adds, almost like an afterthought, “And have sex sometimes.” He reaches for me again, and this time doesn’t stop until I let him take my hand. “What about you?”
“Same,” I concede, only half-truthful. Taking the opportunity, I lift up and straddle his thigh, looping my arms around his neck. “Except I want to have sex now.”
My little seduction attempt doesn’t work. In a slow, deliberate manner, Tyler glances down, where my dick hangs limply between my legs.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” I say a little too desperately. “I was just—”
“Upset, I know. That’s the point.”
There he goes again. Why is it so hard to get him onboard today? Until now, he’s always had a hair-trigger.
If I’m completely honest, I don’t particularly crave sex right now. He’s not wrong—I am upset, and that puts a damper on my libido. But it doesn’t mean I don’t want him. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to be connected to him.
“You could comfort me by making love to me.”
I can see him waver, but still he doesn’t give in.
“I don’t know, bunny. It feels…not right.”
“Why? You know how much I like being filled.”
He takes pause, studying me with a curious expression. “Is that what you want? Not sex, necessarily, but being filled?”
What difference does it—
Oh.
He’s right. I didn’t think to put it into words like this, but that’s exactly what I meant. The connection. The fullness. Something to banish the void that appeared when I felt like I wasn’t wanted anymore, wasn’t needed.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s what I want.”
Suddenly, he leans in and kisses me. “Okay.”
“Yeah?” Excitement sweeps through me. I thought he’d say no again.
“Yeah.”
I get another kiss before Tyler picks me up and puts me on my back.
I try not to ask questions while I watch him stand up and pull his underwear down and off.
He’s soft, just like me, so I wonder how we’re supposed to make this work.
There’s no way he’ll fit in this state. He’s a shower, not a grower.
It must all be written on my face, because he laughs, ruffling my hair. Then he climbs back onto the bed, lying back against the pillows like he’s about to go to sleep. He even puts an arm over his head, assuming a very relaxed pose.
“I’m quite beat. It’s been an emotional evening, could use some comfort too.” Bending one leg and letting it fall to the side, he fixes me with an expectant look. “How about you keep me warm?”
Need sweeps through me the second Tyler’s words sink in. My gaze is instantly drawn to his cock, nestled between trimmed pubes, big and fucking mouthwatering.
God yes.
I must look like a starved dog, with the way I all but throw myself at his crotch.
I don’t think of the position, or my own comfort, I just think of getting my mouth on his dick.
I don’t tease him, don’t have the patience for it.
I moisten my lips the best I can before closing them around the head, then sliding the rest into my mouth.
It’s so different from swallowing a hard, throbbing cock, but no less mind-blowing. In fact, it might be even more so.
Tyler makes the softest noise of pleasure when I completely engulf him.
“Careful, don’t choke yourself,” he cautions.
How ridiculous. Who wouldn’t want to choke on a big, juicy cock? The weight of it is so comforting on my tongue, different from when I’m blowing him to a climax. It’s like a giant pacifier. It makes me feel safe.
Tyler’s hand slides into my hair, guiding me to rest my head on his lower tummy. It instantly takes the strain out of my neck, allowing me to completely relax. A contented hum reverberates in my chest, causing me to accidentally swallow a little too hard.
“Ah-ah-ah.” Tyler makes a sound between a moan and laugh. “No sucking, little bunny. I want this to last, and it won’t if I get hard and come.”
I almost suckle again out of reflex, craving the taste of him.
Would it be too much to ask that he comes, and then lets me warm him like this?
God, that would be amazing. Not that it isn’t already.
All of my senses are drowning in him; his scent, his taste.
The sound of voice and the warmth of his touch as he strokes the back of my neck.
“You think you can sleep like this?”
Sleep? I can die like this, surrounded by him completely. But that would be a waste.
It’s awkward, but I manage a nod while saliva dribbles out of the corner of my mouth.
“Okay, good.” There’s a soft click before the room is cast into darkness. “Sleep tight, little bunny.”
I drift off within seconds.