Page 7 of Arrested Hearts

Lyle was a bossy bottom by nature, so I wasn't shocked when he smirked and replied, “Make me.” I was so turned on I couldn't see straight, but not shocked.

I gripped him by the hips and spun him around. I stepped behind him and lifted his hands by his wrists, plastering his palms against the wall on either side of the mirror above the sink. I lowered my mouth to his ear and growled, “Keep them there.”

Lyle’s gaze back at me through the mirror was full of fiery need. I could feel the heat even through the reflection. I gently nipped the back of his neck and winked at him in the mirror before dropping to my knees behind him.

I palmed both of his creamy ass cheeks and pushed them apart, putting his pretty pink hole on display. I leaned forward and lapped against his skin, tasting his sweet musk on each wrinkle and divot. I circled my tongue around his rim as Lyle cursed under his breath.

He arched his back, pushing his ass into my face. I knew what he wanted and was happy to oblige. I stiffened my tongue and pierced it through his ring of muscle. Lyle didn't take his own advice of being quiet; he moaned aloud as I greedily ate his ass, licking against his delicious walls.

Saliva dripped down my chin and Lyle’s cheeks, soaking my husband’s skin in preparation. He must have felt prepared enough, because he whispered, “I’m ready, Chris; take menow!”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I leapt to my feet and spread his ass once more. I pressed the tip of my leaking cock to his hole and pushed forward, watching as his flesh stretched to take the girth of my tip.

It was hard to tear my gaze from the sight, but I lifted my eyes until they locked with Lyle’s in the mirror. I held his stare as I sank every fat inch of my shaft inside his body. The look of pleasure was gorgeous and unmistakable on him; his pupils dilated, his nostrils flared, and his lips parted.

I kept my hips still as Lyle took in two deep breaths before nodding. Then I lost control. I rocked back and forth, riding his sweet little ass, which squeezed me like a vise.

I steadied myself by placing my hands over Lyle’s on the wall, linking our fingers together. I pistoned my hips, fucking him at a feverish pace as he whispered his requests of “More,” and “Harder”. He could take everything I could give him.

I leaned in and gently bit his throat, feeling his answering moan vibrate through my teeth. Lyle’s hand twitched beneath mine and his voice was desperate when he whimpered, “Chris,please!”

My sweet man needed release. I let go of his hand to grasp his shaft, which was soaked with the pre-cum bubbling out of him. But I didn’t stroke him; I simply cupped his skin. Each time I pierced my cock deep into his ass, his tip slid through my fist.

He could no longer hold my gaze when his eyes rolled up into his head. His body surged against mine with heavy breaths, which turned into a quiet but wanton moan. His dick twitched in my hand before painting my fingers with thick white stripes.

Lyle’s eyes fluttered open just in time to watch me bring my hand to my mouth and lick his sweet, tangy seed from my skin. He cursed under his breath and his knees buckled, but thankfully my reflexes were quick; I dropped his other hand to wrap my arm around his middle to support him.

Lyle folded his hands over mine and held on as I pulled his body back onto me, fucking into him wildly. He was so damn hot and felt so damn good, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My fingers squeezed into his skin as I slammed inside him once more. I grunted through my teeth as I came hard, filling him to the brim with my warm cum.

It was a few moments before Lyle found his strength again, and he stood upright, though his legs were still shaky. I slipped my softening shaft from his body and helped him back into his clothes before tucking myself away and zipping up.

I washed my hands and then rinsed out the sink for good measure. It didn’t look like we’d made a mess, but I wanted to make sure I cleaned away any evidence of our good time.

“Damn, I’m glad I let you talk me into these things,” Lyle said once I was drying my hands on my jeans, making me chuckle. There wasn’t much convincing involved; my man was always down for naughtiness, though it was so much more than that.

I cupped his warm cheeks in my hands and pecked his lips before pressing our foreheads together. “I love being with you wherever, whenever. I know we get wild, but I hope you know what it means to me.” It was so much more than fun; being with my husband waseverything.Lyle’s lips stretched into a pretty smile as he nodded.

I continued, “I always want and need you; not just your body, but your humor, your sass, your sweetness - everything that makes you who you are. I love everything about you, and I can't make it a day without you by my side. I joked about wanting sex for Christmas, but all I really want is you; every minute of every day.”

He rapidly blinked his glassy eyes at my words. “All I need is you too, Chris. You make me feel safe, seen, and loved.”

“Damn straight you are,” I replied before stealing another kiss. “I'm going to love the shit out of you every day of my life.” Maybe all of my words weren't poetry, but Lyle's grin made me feel like they were. He truly was perfect.

“You better,” he answered with his signature smirk.

“Count on it, sweets.”

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me with more strength than I knew his body possessed. I held him back just as tightly, pouring my emotions into my touch. He whispered, “I love you, sexy,” into my ear, then yelped when I pinched his ass through his jeans.

“I love you too. Now, let's get out there before Gage figures out what we're doing.”

Lyle chuckled all the way out to the kitchen, where I grabbed a beer for each of us. I told him I needed to cool down, which was true, but I also wanted to mask the ass on my breath. Granted, Ilovedthe flavor of his ass on my tongue, but I doubted Gage would be thrilled if he caught wind of it. Plus, it was all for me.

I led Lyle into the living room, where Jonah, Mike, Gage, and Tyson were all seated. Becky had slipped in as well, but she was too involved in her conversation with Ty to notice us entering the room.

The only one whodidseem to notice was Jonah. He gave me a knowing grin and a wink as I sat down on the couch and pulled Lyle onto my lap. My husband didn’t see our friend’s gesture; he was too satisfied and cumdrunk to pay attention. I raised my beer can to Jonah before tapping it against Lyle's and taking a big drink.Cheers to the best Christmas of my life,though I knew Lyle would make every Christmas just as wonderful.

Chapter Four

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