My eyes burned with tears, and my nose ran. The sensation of his thick cock wedged in my throat suddenly got me closer to my own release. I reached down with one hand and jacked myself off. The minute Tiller noticed, he did exactly what I’d been hoping for.
He screamed his orgasm loud enough to wake the dead which was definitely enough to wake my dick, too. I shot against the shower floor in spurts as I struggled to keep up with his load. With his head thrown back, all of his stomach muscles rippled under the beads of water clinging to his chest hair and happy trail. I ran my hands up the v of his abdomen and reveled at what an incredibly perfect body he had.
While I was still stunned from the experience, he leaned over and snaked his good arm under one of my armpits before pulling me up into a kiss. My legs were weak and wobbly, but he held me tightly.
“Why did I wait five years for this?” He spoke against my cheek as he rubbed his face against mine. “You’re so damned hot, so fucking sweet. I can’t get enough of you.”
My heart still thundered in my chest as I leaned against him and soaked in his words and this feeling. I felt invincible.
And I never wanted it to end.
“Stay with me tonight?” I asked hesitantly. I wasn’t sure what this was or what he was expecting. But I was afraid if we went our separate ways to our different bedrooms, the magic spell would be broken and this time-out-of-time experience with him would disappear forever.
His eyes met mine, and I thought I saw some of the same feelings swirling through his eyes. Maybe it was just wishful thinking.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’d like that.” Then he winked at me. “Or, as my… Mikey says, ‘Mm-hm. Yeah. Yep. Yes. I would like that. Please. Yes, please.’”
I pinched his nipple, hard. “Asshole,” I muttered.
We finished washing each other as quickly as we could, and then Tiller Raine followed me to my bed and curled his giant body around mine.
I slept like a baby until the doorbell woke us up.
11
Tiller
When the doorbell in my dream continued to ring, I finally somehow realized it was real life breaking through. I blinked an eye open and saw the pale, smooth skin of Mikey’s bare shoulder.
Memories from last night flashed through my head, making me hard instantly. I pushed my dick against Mikey’s leg without thinking about it. As he groaned and pushed back, I leaned in to kiss his shoulder.
“Stay asleep. Someone’s at the door,” I said quietly. “I’m going to check.”
“Stay here,” he mumbled sleepily. “With me.”
I kissed his messy hair and moved my lips down to kiss below his ear. “I’m coming right back. Keep my spot warm.”
When I got up, though, I quickly realized I didn’t have anything to put on. My cum-stained pajama pants were probably still in a puddle on the bathroom floor. I reached for the bath towel I’d discarded after the shower and wrapped it around my waist before moving out to the main part of the house. By now, a loud pounding had taken the place of the doorbell.
“Coming,” I called out. “Hold on.”
I approached the thick front doors with caution. My agent had put me through media training enough to know never to give strangers a money shot. I was currently standing there in nothing but a towel.
“Who is it?” I asked through the door.
“Stacy Clifton, the listing agent. I’m here for the ten-o’clock showing.”
What the hell?
“This is a rental property,” I said stupidly.
“I understand. Would you please open the door so I can explain?”
“Give me a minute to get dressed.” I raced to the master bedroom, thanking god and whoever else might be listening for not putting windows on either side of the big front doors. I threw on some jeans and a Rigger hoodie before sliding some thick socks on my feet. When I made it back to the front door, I took a deep breath before opening it.
An attractive, smartly dressed woman with an iPad in her arms stood next to an older couple. A silver Mercedes SUV sat parked behind my rental in the circular drive.
“Oh dear lord above,” the iPad lady said breathlessly, tucking errant wisps of blond hair behind her ear. “You’re Tiller Raine.”
I didn’t have my usual patience this morning since Mikey was naked in bed waiting for me. I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of helping him out with his morning wood.
“May I help you?” I asked.
“Yes, sorry. I’m Stacy… oh, I already said that. And I’m here to show the Civettis this property. I tried getting in touch with your assistant to let him know that we’d booked a showing, but he didn’t answer his phone.”
I blinked against the bright morning light bouncing off all the snow. “I don’t understand.”
“The property is currently for sale. One of the conditions of the rental is allowing us a few showings when the need arises. Normally, you’d have more notice than this, but Gary and Erica are just passing through and wanted to preview this listing as an investment property.”
Her eyes were wide and a tiny bit manic, as if she was trying to send me a message about how important this showing was to her. I didn’t imagine many people came through town with the kind of money it would take to buy a property like this, so she probably needed to strike while the iron was hot.
“Sure, ah… come in.” I thought of Mikey warm and snuggly in his bed. “Just give me a minute to tell my assistant before bringing them past the kitchen, okay?”
The look of relief on her face was comical. “Yes, of course. No problem. Please give my apologies to Mr. Vining.”
I left the door open behind me when I turned to head toward Mikey’s room. Stacy immediately began describing the architectural features of the grand entryway, and my ears perked up at her mention of the house’s varied history. I kind of wanted to learn more about it. The town had piqued Mike’s and my curiosity, and it sounded like Stacy knew some cool stuff about the place.
When I got back to Mikey’s room, the bed was empty and the bathroom door was closed. I quickly pulled the bedding up and made my best effort at tidying the mostly tidy room in case Stacy and the Civettis came back here.
Mikey came out of the bathroom a minute later with a fresh pair of pajama pants slung low on his hips. His hair was brushed, and I could smell the familiar mint of toothpaste as I leaned in to kiss him. I wrapped my arms around him, biting back the wince when my shoulder protested.
Time slowed down when I was with him. Nothing else mattered except the taste of him and the smooth expanse of his warm skin under my fingertips.
“Who was it?” he murmured against my lips.
“Mm.” I kept kissing him. My head was filled with happy cotton, and my dick was doing its best to drill a nice trench in poor Mikey’s stomach.
He pulled back with a laugh and put his hands on my cheeks. They were cool from the water in the sink. “Who was at the door?”
“Oh,” I said, trying to shake off the Mikey fog. “Real estate agent. Apparently the house is for sale and they have a showing this morning. You need to get dressed.”
His forehead crinkled in confusion before smoothing over with remembrance. “Shit. Yeah. Sorry. I forgot I agreed to that. But they were supposed to give us advanced notice.”