Page 35 of Strictly Curious
“Ty?” I asked.
He opened hooded and pleasure-blown eyes to stare down at me. He was too far gone to form a verbal response.
“I’m going to try something. If it’s too much, don’t be afraid to tell me to stop.”
He continued to stare and I wouldn’t continue until I had verification that he knew what I was saying.
“Tyler, do you understand you can tell me to stop?”
The second he nodded I was back on him. He hissed at the contact, fingers pulling tight in my hair. I hummed around him, getting to work on what I wanted to do. There was no guarantee he’d be into this, but I had to try.
I released his hip and slid my hand around him. He didn’t seem to have a clue about what I had planned, so I kept going.
When my fingers found the crease of his ass, I slid between his cheeks, and he instantly tensed. It wasn’t him telling me to stop, but it was a sure sign that I needed to proceed with caution.
My fingers worked lower until I found the bud of his tight pucker. The one my tongue had tasted and explored, making him shudder. I’d touched him here before, but it had been so brief and he’d shot off like a rocket when I’d done it.
I rubbed in slow circles with my index finger, barely applying pressure. The water was crappy lube, but it was all we had at the moment. His hips shot forward, and I forgot to relax my throat, and gagged.
“Shit,” he panted. “That was hot.”
I wanted to laugh, but it was impossible with my mouth full.
I slowly applied more pressure with my finger until the tip slipped past the ring of resistance. He sucked in a harsh breath and I pulled off him long enough to tell him he needed to breathe and relax.
“Fuck, relax? You’re putting your finger in my ass.” He sounded upset, making me pause.
“Did you want me to stop?”
Tyler looked unsure for a moment before shaking his head.
“Then you need to take a couple of deep breaths and relax. It won’t work otherwise and it’ll hurt. Hurting you is the last thing I want to do.”
He nodded and closed his eyes again. I counted the slow deep breaths he took before he sank down against my hand and my finger could press in more easily. Shit, he wanted to talk about things that were hot. Tyler giving in and letting me finger him was probably the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I refocused on his erection still standing hard in front of my face. I closed my mouth around it again and sucked as I worked my finger in and out of his ass. His whines and moans increased, and I knew the second I found his sweet spot when he suddenly jolted against me.
“What the hell was that?”
I didn’t answer to focus on the spot with my finger and sucked harder. His fingers flexed in my hair and a strangled cry was the only warning I got as my mouth flooded with his cum.
I rushed to swallow it and removed my hand from him as he sank down the wall, a boneless blissed out mess.
The water began to run cold, and I leaned over and turned off the shower as Tyler sat panting and regaining his bearings. He opened his eyes and tracked my movements.
“What the hell did you do to me?”
I laughed at the ridiculous question. “It’s called your prostate. You’re welcome.”
“Doyouthinkthey’llnotice that we busted into this?”
I looked up to see Tyler holding up a bottle of tequila. I wasn’t exactly sure where he’d found it. He insisted that he needed some sort of liquid courage in order to talk to Maisy about what was going on with us. I didn’t think he needed it but if it had made him more comfortable I wasn’t going to talk him out of it, either.
“I didn’t even know it existed. If they were hiding it for a reason, they might notice, but chances are, they probably forgot about it too.” I grabbed the bottle from his hand and twisted the cap off. Tilting the bottle back, I took a hefty swig and winced at the burn working its way down my throat. It wasn’t the good stuff.
Tyler grabbed the bottle from me and took his own sip before making a displeased face. “Who the hell drinks this shit straight for fun?”
I laughed, shrugged, and handed him the cap for the bottle. He twisted it back on as the doorbell rang. We both turned toward the front door before I looked back at him. He swallowed thickly, handed me the bottle, and went to answer the door.
