The pop of the cap forces another moan from Tyler’s chest, and he rapidly moves his legs to kick his pants the rest of the way off and widens them a bit more between my straddle. I sit up on his thighs, then dribble some of the cool liquid on my fingers, warming it slightly. I reach between us and run my slickened hand along his dick, first sliding up, then down before encircling his heavy balls.
They're already tight and close to his body, I know I don’t have much time if I wish to feel him squeezing around me in climax. I move my hand down along his perineum and back further through his crease to slide along the exposed pucker. I circle the edge twice before sliding my index finger inside him.
Just like the first time, and every time since, Tyler’s heat assaults me just as he clamps down on my digit. After only a second or two to adjust, I begin pumping rhythmically in and out of him. After last night, he shouldn’t need much prep. I pull most of the way out and quickly, one becomes two and two becomes three.
As predicted, Tyler’s patience snaps after my fingers push against his prostate for the second time. “Damn you, Chance. Please. Now. I need you inside me.” His eyes squeeze closed, and his head pushes back against the pillow, fighting the overwhelming pleasure racking his body.
Unable to deny him anything, I withdraw my fingers and use the excess lube to coat my own aching dick before pressing it against his entrance. “Anything for you, baby. Now open your eyes; I want to see you when I enter you.”
Tyler moans, but follows my instructions, holding my gaze with his own as I push through his barrier until his ass is fully nestled against me. “Fuuuuuck.” He breathes out as I hold for a moment to let him fully relax around me.
I bury my face between his neck and shoulder, sucking on the sensitive pulse point. I feel him relax and take that as a sign to move slightly. I undulate my hips testing the give of his tight channel. When he whimpers and claws at my back, I know he’s ready for me.
I lean up, bracing my forearms on either side of his head, pulling back until just the tip remains inside him, pausing and then thrusting back into him. My mouth clamps down on his, eating the moans escaping from Tyler as I keep up a steady rhythm, sliding my cock in and out of him.
“Chance…”
All too soon, and not soon enough, his breathing escalates and our connection at our lips severs as Tyler approaches the precipice of his passion. Understanding his body better than any song, I lift up to adjust the angle of my movements, effectively nailing that sweet spot inside him. I brace myself on one arm and grasp his pulsating cock in my free hand, sliding my grip against the smooth steel, twisting my fist around his head on each upstroke.
“Oh fuck. I’m—I’m coming!” Tyler shouts, his length thickening within my grasp.
Simultaneously, his cock and his hole pulse as jets of creamy white shoot across his chest and abs. The contractions around my dick increase as I pound my hips into him, fucking every last ounce of pleasure out of him. As the last drop trickles down my hand from his tip, I release his softening cock and grip his hips with both hands, seeking my own release.
My thrusts increase in speed before stuttering as my body erupts in pleasure, my cock throbbing in tune to my heartbeat as I empty myself inside Tyler.
I collapse against him, his cum cooling between us as we both attempt to catch our breaths.
“I’ll take this form of retribution any day,” Tyler jokes as his breath settles.
Lifting my head, I catch sight of his smirk and blow out a breath. “Please tell me we are done. I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I will never again make fun of your choices in music or bands or playlists or anything else if you promise to stop.”
He purses his lips in thought. “Okay, deal. But only if you agree to come to the mall with me to shop for gifts.”
I’ll do anything to make it stop, even bearing the overzealous mall shoppers just before Christmas. “Deal.”
Tyler smacks my ass. “Up you go. Let’s shower and get going.”
I roll off him, our skin pulling slightly from the drying cum between us. “Was this your plan the whole time?”
He moves to climb off the bed, my eyes tracking down his naked skin, landing on the perfect curve of his ass and my dick makes a valiant effort to restart at the sight.
Looking at me over his shoulder, I see his answer well before I hear it. His eyes are full of mischief. “Of course.”
“You couldn’t just ask me?” I question as I stand and circle the bed to head into the bathroom.
He shrugs. “I mean, I could have. But after you so viciously attacked my favorite Christmas playlist, I figured a little penance was in order.”
Shaking my head, I let out a small laugh. “Of course you did.”
I reach into the shower to get the water warmed up before turning and wrapping him in my arms. “I love you.” I place a kiss against his temple. “Even if you’re determined to ruin me through the power of song.”
Tyler places both arms on my shoulders, his hands sliding up into my hairline. A move guaranteed to relax me and rev me up at the same time. “I love you too. Even if your taste in Christmas music is sad at best.”
He grins at me while I narrow my eyes at him, squeezing him to me as the steam from our shower billows around us.
Even when he’s tormenting me, I can’t do anything but love this man in my arms. A fact he knows and clearly uses to his advantage. And I’ll continue to put up with his shenanigans so long as the joy that lights his face during this time of year never fades.
It’s our first Christmas together as an engaged couple, and I’m determined to make it the best one he’s ever had. Even if that means suffering through his favorite songs on repeat for the next two weeks.
Chapter Two
Every year I promise myself that I’m not going to wait until the last minute to shop for my Christmas gifts and every year I break that promise.
It’s not intentional.
Yet, year after year, I find myself wrapped up in work or more recently Chance, and the next thing I know, it’s two weeks before Christmas, and I have purchased zero gifts. At least in the past, my gifts were limited to Del, Aunt Dee, and my clients. This year, I have a whole family to buy for.
I look over my shoulder to Chance as he holds my hand and walks next to me, scanning the stores in the mall while simultaneously navigating us both through the throngs of people rushing to remedy their own procrastination.
Chance.
My fiancé.
The reason I have so many people to shop for this year. No, I can’t complain about this at all. He’s given me the one thing I’ve felt had been missing from my life since Aunt Dee passed away.
Love.
Not just love. He’s given me love and a family.
I squeeze his hand, deepening our connection for a moment as my mind and my heart overflow with gratefulness and adoration for the man next to me.
He turns his head to me and smiles, and my heart fills just a little bit more.
“Let’s try this one.” He indicates a large department store to his left with a tip of his head. “We’re bound to knock a few people off your list here.”
“Okay,” I agree easily.