Chapter 34
DENNY
Tyler is wearing nothing but his slutty socks and sexy glasses when I walk into the bedroom. The sight of him standing in the middle of my room, dick hard with his hands casually behind his back as he waits for me, is the absolute most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
“Good fucking lord,” I mutter as I drop my dress jacket on the floor and cross the room toward him. I can’t decide what I want to touch first, so I don’t choose. One hand wraps around his dick, and the other reaches behind him to grip his ass and haul him to me.
He smiles as my mouth lands on his, and I kiss him filthily. Letting him know exactly how much he turns me on.
“Why are you waiting here like this?” I ask, still licking along his jaw and sucking on his neck. His hands have remained behind him, which I’m rather impressed by as I slowly stroke his cock.
“You had your first hat trick of the season,” he says.
“Mmm,” I hum. “The first of my career.”
“Oh! That’s even more of a reason to celebrate.”
“Ty?”
“Fast asleep in his room, and the monitor is on.” He gestures with his head behind him.
I don’t bother to look. Tyler might tease me about being a paranoid parent, but he thinks the same things I do.
I’m simply the one who voices their concerns, and Tyler nods in agreement.
I have no doubt at all that Ty is perfectly safe in his crib and his video monitor is on and pointed directly at his little face.
“Good.” My fingers dig into his ass cheek. “So, so good.”
He grins. “How do you want me?”
I groan in answer. “Why is that the sexiest fucking question?”
Tyler kisses my jaw. In contrast to my hungry laps and bites, his kiss is soft. “Want to fuck me or want me to fuck you?”
“That feels like a trick question. I want both. Can I have both?”
He laughs. “Yeah. Which way first?”
“Ugh. Both should have eliminated me from having to answer that.”
“Since I prepped for you—just in case—how about you top first?” Tyler suggests. “We can switch out as often as you want to.”
“Fine. Undress me. I don’t want to stop touching you to do it.”
His laughter returns as he finally brings his hands from behind his back. He’s slow. I’m pretty sure he wants to torture me as he undresses me. His fingers barely brush my skin as he unbuttons and unzips and pushes fabric aside.
By the time I have to let go of him to let my shirt fall from my shoulders, I’m vibrating with need. “Thank fuck you’re already prepped,” I mutter as I push him toward the bed. “I can’t wait.”
“We slack at foreplay,” Tyler muses as he climbs onto the bed in front of me, making me stare at his pert ass.
“Not true. I think your mouth is on my dick every morning, and my hand is on yours throughout the day. That counts,” I disagree.
I push Tyler over, and he falls onto his side, laughing. Gripping one of his ankles covered in the slutty fucking sock, I bring it over my shoulder as Tyler rolls a condom on my cock. We’re all about teamwork.
Then I have his wrists locked in my hands and pinned to the bed on either side of his head while I sloppily work to get my cock aimed at his tiny hole. If I weren’t so impatient, I’d rub along his crack until he’s writhing beneath me. I love to see that.
But I’m dying for the moment when he begins talking. It’s a mix between praise and dirty talk. All of it feels like absolute filth, and nothing gets me off like that.
As soon as my cockhead finds its home and I’m sliding in, Tyler’s body arches beneath me, and he gasps. “Fuck, Denny. Your dick feels so good. Did you cover it in drugs?”
I’m breathless, so I can’t laugh like his comment demands.
“Fuck me,” Tyler demands before I even make it entirely inside him. “I’m desperate. Fuck me like it’s our last day on earth. Fuck me like I’m the only one who does it for you.”
His words cut off when I begin doing exactly as he says. The slick sound of my cock moving inside his hole is drowned out by the slapping of my hips against his ass.
“Yes, like that, Denny,” he grits. “Such a good fucking boy fucking me like this. You’re so good at this. Fuck harder. Fuck… harder. Oh, fuck.”
The expressions flitting across his face as I fuck him are mesmerizing.
I stare as his jaw clenches, his eyes roll, his neck stretches as he arches backward, and his mouth hangs open.
Every morph of his expression has me hypnotized.
His words are like a spell, and I do exactly as he wants. Exactly the way he demands.
“Denny knows how to use a stick,” Tyler gasps.
This time, I can’t help myself. I laugh. “Are my balls the pucks?”
“Yes!” he demands. “My hole is the goal…” He turns his face to mine and makes a weird expression. “That doesn’t exactly work for what’s going where.”
I let his wrists go, and his leg slides off my shoulder so I can lean over to kiss him. His hand immediately tangles in my hair. The other moves between us to jerk his cock. As soon as he starts stroking himself, his body twitches, and I feel his need spike. He’s ready to come.
Releasing his mouth, I lean back so I’m upright on my knees, and Tyler immediately complains. “Come back. I need to feel you in my chest. I know your dick can reach. Dennyyyyyyyy!”
“So fucking impatient,” I mutter as I swing his leg over to rest on his other and roll him onto his side.
“Yes. Yes, I like this. Fuck me good like this. You’re so epic in this position.”
“You’re good for my ego.” I take my position behind him and twist him so I can reach his mouth, and he can still jerk his cock.
This time, when I fuck him, Tyler’s words are a combination of nonsensical sounds, syllables, and sloppy kisses. The words I make out are ones that seem to sing to my arousal. They drive me mad as I fuck into him with every ounce of energy in my body. His hand doesn’t stop moving on his cock.
“I’m going to come. I’m going to come. I’m going to come,” I chant in warning.
His ass clenches around my cock, and I gasp.
My hand curls around his knee, and I practically fold him into an awkward pretzel as I give into my orgasm, using his twisted body as an anchor to hang onto.
My blood pulses behind my eyes with my orgasm.
Every movement of my body is instinctual at this point.
It just goes. Does what it does. Finishes.
Then we’re silent. Our breathing is loud, but I think the pounding of my heart might be louder. It’s in my ears. I hear its rapid rhythm as it tries to lull me to sleep.
“We didn’t switch,” I complain breathlessly.
“You have nowhere to go in the morning. Ten minutes and I’ll fuck you,” Tyler assures me.
“God, you’re perfect.”
He chuckles as he slowly extracts himself so he can lie against my side with his head in the crook of my shoulder and neck. I love the way he fits against me. So perfectly. I love the feel of his slutty fucking socks against my calf as he slides his leg over mine.
Fucking socks, man.
“I’m pretty sure Sally kept you for me,” Tyler says quietly. His fingers gently trace along my chest and nipple, sending little tremors of arousal through me.
“Yeah?” I ask, a little distracted. “You think she was going to marry me for you?”
Tyler snorts. “No.” He sighs quietly. When he speaks, his voice is just as quiet, as if he’s trying to keep it down so he doesn’t wake Ty.
“The day she called to tell me she was pregnant, she was so damn excited. We talked for hours about the baby. Hours! I’m not exaggerating.
It was probably one of our longest phone calls ever. ”
“Wow,” I say, smiling.
“Yeah. When I asked her about the father, she said, ‘Yep, I told him. We’re getting married.’ Her tone, the complete lack of… excitement or enthusiasm in her tone, had rendered me speechless. She told me it was you. Mind you, we’d already dissected your entire date, so I knew all about you.”
“Oh, god no.” I laugh.
“Believe it or not, it was all good things. The thing is, I cannot tell you how many times I asked her in that conversation why she’d gone out with you to begin with.
Like, at least sixty because literally everything out of her mouth is something that I fucking loved.
Sally and I have endless things in common, but our tastes in men are exactly opposite.
The only thing I said as many times as asking why she’d gone out with you, never mind slept with you, was ‘ohmigod, I love that’. ”
“What was her answer to why?”
“Curiosity. You were kind, and you have a pretty smile. Easy to talk to. While I realize guys don’t like to hear this, you were a nice guy.”
“So she doesn’t actually like nice guys?”
Tyler chuckles. “Sally is attracted to—” His words cut off abruptly. His hand even pauses for a minute. “I just realized how insulting that was going to sound. I was going to say intelligence. But that sounds like I’m implying you’re stupid, and I don’t believe that at all.”
“So, like, she likes geniuses?”
“I’m not sure how many geniuses she’s dated, but yeah.
She really loves intellectual, deep conversations.
Topics that are going to challenge her. Like…
math. Or neuroscience. She’s fascinated by hearing men talk about incredibly challenging topics with passion and knowledge.
She’s not all that attracted to muscle, either.
She says it’s too hard and uncomfortable.
She doesn’t like to feel like you’re going to crush her just by taking her hand. ”
“Exaggeration,” I say, chuckling.
“She likes shorter guys. Kind of… like tweed-wearing soft guys. The kind that teach at Ivy Leagues and don’t go to the gym unless it’s to see what the view looks like out the windows or something. The kind of guy that only turns on the television to watch documentaries.”
“Did you say she loves hockey? I seem to remember that she loves hockey.”
“She does, and that’s a bonus if her guy likes hockey, too, but…”
“I’m exactly nothing like the typical guy she likes.”
“Yes! So when she told me she was marrying you… I was so fucking confused. Over the next six months, I waited for the reason to become apparent. Maybe she was hiding her relationship. I don’t know.
The only time she brought you up was when you went to a company thing or something.
Otherwise, I had to ask about you, and most of my questions were met with ‘I don’t know.
’ My entire plan was to get here and demand to know what’s going on and refuse to allow her to marry someone she wasn’t even remotely interested in. ”
“Why did she agree?” I muse.
“That’s the thing,” Tyler says, his finger once again circling my nipple.
“You’re everything I love. Aesthetically, career, personality—all of it.
Our conversations never lack, and I like you all the more every time we talk.
I love your passion and your protective helicopter parenting.
Every single day, I can’t help but wonder why she was marrying you because you’re made for me. ”
“I’m still not following your logic here, though I understand your point.”
“I think Sally knew you weren’t going to stick around for Ty,” he says carefully.
“But I think she also knew that you were perfect for me. I think she said yes because, until one of you—you specifically—broke it off, you were forced to be a part of her life, even absently. Which means we were going to meet.”
“Oh. That’s a weird way of matchmaking.” I laugh.
“Sally knew what she was doing,” he muses. “I really think she kept you for me. She made sure you were around long enough for us to meet.”
My arms tighten around him. “I’m sorry I didn’t give her a chance.”
“Wow. Asshole.” He pinches my nipple, and I flinch, laughing.
“No. I mean, as a person. Not as a partner. I just… My entire focus was growing balls enough to break it off and disappear into the night. I asked her out for much the same reasons you said she went out with me. Like Sally, I also knew that we didn’t click after our date and never reached out for a second or a repeat fuck.
My mistake wasn’t just panic proposing when she told me she was pregnant, and then spending every day regretting it, but forgetting that she’s human.
She’s a good person. A kind person. She’s someone I would have enjoyed knowing if I hadn’t been dreading my future as if it were the incoming apocalypse. ”
“You’re incredibly dramatic.”
“I don’t think you fully grasp how much I wanted out, Tyler,” I murmur and kiss the top of his head. “The only thing I could think was that my kid was going to grow up exactly like I did because I didn’t want to marry her. I refused to let a child live in that situation when I could change it.”
Tyler rolls so he’s lying on my chest, his face hovering over mine.
“I’m never going to wish for a life without Sally, but I never imagined being this happy with someone.
I couldn’t ask for a better life except if my sister were still alive too.
I love our little family. I love waking up to you every morning and how you’re so turned on by socks. ”
I snort. “Your slutty fucking socks are hot, Tyler.”
He smirks. “Uh huh.”
My arms wrap around him, and he presses his forehead to mine. “Maybe you’re right. I can look back now and think about all the little moments that feel like they support your hypothesis. Maybe I’m only seeing them through the colored lens of your suggestions, but I believe it.”
Tyler buries his face in my neck, and I hold him tightly.
“For the first time in my life, I’m looking forward to spending every day with someone. I don’t ever want to be without you, Tyler. You and Ty are everything I’d never have sought out, but now I’m not sure what I’d ever do without you.”
He sighs. I feel his smile against my skin.