Page 42 of Nothing To Lose
Dropping one hand off the wall, I cup his face, watching my cock move in and out of his hot, wet mouth. My balls pull up tight, heat radiating from the base of my spine.
"Oh, fuck, that's good. I'm gonna… Tyler, if you don't want me to come in your mouth, you might want to stop." Instead of moving away, he hollows his cheeks out and flicks his tongue over the tip, coaxing me to give him whatever I've got. My hand moves to the nape of his neck, gently holding him in place as I give a final few thrusts, spilling my hot cum into his mouth. Since I came not too long ago, there isn't as much as there was when I coated the inside of my pants. The way he sucks me down and swallows me makes me want to save it up so I can see it dripping from the sides of his stretched lips.
Tyler pulls off me once he sucks out the last spurts of my orgasm. Looking up at me, he opens his mouth and shows me his tongue coated in my release, like I wasn't already having trouble standing. I fall to my knees in front of him so hard I know they'll be bruised, and devour his mouth, passing the taste of myself back and forth until warmth splashes across the inside of my thigh, and I realize Tyler was jerking himself that whole time.
"Fucking hell, you're going to be the death of me," I gasp, collapsing back against the wall.
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"Doyou really have to show them?" Tyler groans after I've insisted that he get his laptop out of his bag. He tried to get away with forgetting it at home, but I wasn't having it.
"Fuck yes, really. They're pretty much the only friends I have in town, but I also might show strangers. I'm really fucking impressed and excited about this, Tyler."
His cheeks flush, and I make a mental note that we should stay much, much longer than planned. And also maybe go for a walk. Run some errands...anything that keeps us in public where I can't maul him. I need to come up with some kind of lesson plan to keep us on track, because if I'm not careful, I'll end up with my cock buried in his ass before the week ends.
Slow. Down. Isaac.
The brunch crowd has mostly cleared out while we sip our drinks and hang out, waiting for Anders, Mac, and Brenna to join us. Since Tyler has been either buying or cooking dinner every night, I haven't been here in days. Other than a trip or two to the grocery store, and a couple of quick drop ins to the hardware store, we've been pretty sheltered in our cozy little bubble. I think getting out and talking to people might be a good thing, because Tyler's antisocial tendencies might be worse than my own.
He's been purposefully avoiding being seen by anyone, and visibly stiffens if anyone looks twice at his face. The bruising has taken on a greenish yellow tinge, which is a good sign he's healing well, but Tyler can barely look at himself. When he started trying to cover the bruises with makeup, even just with me around, I pulled out a bunch of photos and some video footage where my face had gotten really fucked up. Knowing that I'm no stranger to nasty bruises, he's finally stopped trying to hide them from me. But today he's got concealer on his face and neck where any bruises might still be visible. The rest have mostly faded, or they can be hidden by his clothes.
Just as I knew they would be, Anders and Mac are highly impressed by the 3D modeling of the gym, and Brenna is talking Tyler's ear off about something to do with interior design. That's not exactly where his interests lie, but he indulges her and throws out ideas for her dorm room. I love watching him become animated around other people, and smile fondly when Brenna jumps up and pulls Tyler with her to go look at their walk-in storage. Mac jumps up to follow them, complaining that it's too embarrassing for anyone to go back there.
I'm laughing with Anders as their voices get farther away, but then Anders sobers.
"How is he doing?"
"Great. He's healing well."
"Has he talked to you any more about what happened?"
I shake my head. "He doesn't like to talk about it, and as far as I'm aware, we're still the only people that know about it at all."
"Not even his family?"
"It's just his dad, and that guy's a prick. Tyler is avoiding him, but I don't know how long he'll be able to keep that up."
"I'm worried about that boy," Anders says, keeping his eyes on the entrance to the kitchen where everyone disappeared to.
"You've said that before. But he's doing alright."
"It's none of my business…"
"Which we've established means nothing."
Anders doesn't laugh, his serious gaze leveling at me. "He said he was mugged, yes?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Seems odd. He had a wallet full of cash when you came by last week."
"He what?"
"Yeah, pulled out a few hundred bucks because he was worried about the bill he walked out on after he got into it with his date. I didn't care about the money, I was just worried about him. He left his phone and coat at the table when they went out back to argue."
"Anders…"
His eyebrows are raised, like he’s trying to get a point across without having to spell it out for me.
