Chapter 31 #3
“Hmm,” he hums, thoughtful, while he continues teasing my rim, which spasms around him. “That’s too bad. What will you do if I ever need to go on a business trip?”
“Since when do hackers go on business trips?”
He clicks his tongue. “I’m not a hacker!”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
Eyes narrowing into slits, he pulls his hips back, then snaps them forward.
“Agh!” I claw at his arms, trying my best to glare at him while my cock wakes up for round two.
“My bunny is feisty, huh?” he teases, but it sounds like a compliment. “Seems I need to fuck that attitude out of you.” With that, he manhandles me until he’s able to stand up, my legs wrapped around his waist. He turns around and walks us towards his bedroom.
“O-o-oooh.” Each step jostles my body, making me sink impossibly deeper onto his cock.
It feels like he’s going to punch a hole through my stomach, but it also feels insanely good.
I loosen my hold on his shoulders, letting gravity do the work for me, although he’s still supporting some of my weight.
“Fuck,” Tyler grunts, probably realizing what I’m attempting to do here.
He presses me against the wall right outside the bedroom, and without a warning, lets go off my legs.
Then he takes my hands and pins them by my head, my body held up only by the wall and his cock.
“You’ll never cease to surprise me, little bunny. ”
He fucks me right there; sharp, quick thrusts that have my prostate crying from overstimulation and my eyes rolling back into my skull.
He’s barely pulling out, the lack of leverage limiting how much he can move.
It feels more like grinding than thrusting, and I lovelovelove that I get to keep him inside me the whole time.
He comes first, with a guttural cry muffled into my neck. I follow right after him when I feel the warmth of his release spread inside me.
We stay there, unmoving, catching our breath, and when my eyes close and my body goes limp, he finally carries me to the bedroom. I’m still blissfully filled when we sink down onto the bed, with me on top of Tyler like he’s my personal cuddle pillow.
I drift off like that, feeling warm and safe. I’m always safe when I’m with him.
I wake up to a sharp sound that I’m too disoriented to identify. I try to go back to sleep, but the mattress moves under me. I blink my eyes open, looking at Tyler’s sleeping, frowny face. How cute.
When I attempt to move I find I can’t, because Tyler is still inside me. Oh right. We fell asleep like this.
Awesome.
I wiggle slightly on his cock, biting my lip at the pleasure-pain zap it sends through me. I do it again, sighing with bliss.
“Bunny,” Tyler warns in a breathless, raspy voice. “Behave.”
Someone is grumpy when woken up.
I muffle a giggle into his chest, then jolt when the intercom suddenly buzzes. That must be what woke me up before.
Tyler’s frown deepens, a sound of complaint making it past his lips.
“Tyler?” For some reason, I’m whispering. “Someone’s downstairs.”
He huffs, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Prolly a mailman.”
The intercom goes off again. Three times in a quick succession.
I raise my eyebrow when he peeks at me from under his arm. “A very insistent mailman.”
Before we can decide whether we’re gonna get up—I really don’t want to—Tyler’s phone rings.
With a noise of frustration, he reaches for it. “Who the fuck…” He squints at the screen.
“Who is it?”
“Blake.” He presses some buttons and drops the phone on the mattress. “What?”
“Bro!” comes Blake's urgent voice. “Let me in!”
“That you trying to burst our eardrums? Jesus, where’s the fire?”
There’s some muffled grumbling before he says, “...I need to crash on your couch.”
Ah. Seems that Tyler’s predictions came true, after all.
Tyler’s lips pull taut with suppressed laughter. “I see.”
“I know you’re laughing, you dickhead. This is serious!”
“Of course, of course,” he teases. “So, what happened?”
“I don’t know! She just up and said it’s not working. When I asked if I did something wrong, she said no, and that we’re just not compatible! Can you believe that?”
Tyler hums, his chest shaking under me. “That’s terrible.”
“Oh, fuck off!”
“Tyler,” I chastise. “Be nice.”
“Jamie?” Blake calls. “That you, man?”
Crap. Blake probably doesn’t want anyone else to be privy to this conversation. “Yeah, sorry. Um…Tyler has you on speaker.”
A stretch of silence follows. “...You were fucking, weren’t you?”
“N-no!” I blurt out at the same time that Tyler answers, “Yes. And we’re not done, so you’ll have to wait.”
I stare at him. “We’re not?”
In answer, his hands slide down my back to squeeze my ass. “Not even close.”
Oh.
Well, I’m sure Blake can figure something else out.
“You know what, fine!” Blake yells. “I don’t want to listen to bro huffing and puffing, anyway.”
“I don’t huff and puff!” Tyler objects. “I have better stamina than that.”
“You do huff and puff a little,” I admit.
Tyler gasps, giving me a look of utter betrayal. “Do not!”
“You do, though.” And it’s fucking hot, but I’m not gonna tell him that.
“Well, if I do, it’s because I have to keep up with you.” He pinches my ass, making me yelp.
“Me? You’re the one I have to keep up with.”
Without a warning, he flips us, so that I end up on my back. Then he grins down at me and circles his hips. “Wanna bet?”
A moan escapes me before I can stop it. I want to take this bet, knowing very well I’m gonna lose it.
“Um, guys? I think I’ll find somewhere else to stay…”