Chapter 36

“Your wish, baby.” I kissed the leaky tip of his member and untied his legs before preparing his hole, using more of the oil. Once finished, I wiped my hands on the bed, picked up the condom, and brought it to Tyler’s mouth for him to tear open.

“Help me out, baby.” I tapped it against his lips and he opened wide, and did as bid. I took out the condom and rolled it down my cock, using more baby lotion to slick it up.

“Ready, honey?” I asked, using my cock to tap his hole.

“Do it, Felix.” I did. My hands beside his torso on the bed, Tyler wrapped his legs around my waist as I pushed in and stopped, waiting until he relaxed enough to let me move further.

Once he did, I plunged in all the way, and it felt like the best vise known to man, for my dick, anyway. It was frantic and desperate, Tyler’s arm muscles bulging as he strained against the tide, knowing the end was near.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let me see you do it. Bring it home, boy.” Tyler’s neck arched, the veins visible and throbbing as he yelled his release. A more beautiful sound I had never heard.

“You’re gorgeous, boy.” I pumped into him harder and then lost my rhythm as orgasm overcame me. “Fuck!”

I collapsed on top of him, our breaths harsh and fast as we both came down from that brilliant high. I made myself move so I could pull out of his hole and get rid of the condom. I threw it on the floor, then quickly untied his hands and removed the blindfold.

Tyler groaned as the blood flowed back into his wrists and fingers. I used more lotion to massage his hands and fingers. “Better?” I asked.

“Much.”

I realized then that neither of us had shifted this time. Maybe it depended on how worked up we were, or what position we used.

Tyler stared up at me. “God, you always make me feel so…”

“Sticky?” I offered, cheekily.

He chuckled. “That, too. We probably should shower, and change the sheets. Maybe. I don’t feel like moving at the moment.” He turned to the side and grabbed my hand in both of his to kiss it and place it next to his cheek.

“What are we doing, Felix?” he asked. “What is this?”

Love. 12

“Hi, F-felix.” Carl Onstad greeted me with his customary shy smile as we hugged in front of Fettuccini’s on Peachtree. “I was s-surprised to get your c-call, though it w-wasn’t unwelcome.”

“I just wanted to spend some time with you, give you an update on things, have an actual meal instead of just fucking you against a wall, or in a closet, or over your desk at home.” It had moved with each thrust. “A change of pace, if you will.”

He took my arm. “All of the above is f-fine with me. I’ve never complained.”

“Yes, I know. It’s one of the things I appreciate about you.” I felt sick to my stomach as I followed Carl inside the restaurant.

As we were seated by the hostess, my thoughts went to Tyler, who, at this very moment, was breaking into Carl’s house. I hoped he would find something that would be useful, and that it would be the last time he’d use his skills at breaking and entering.

The waitress—her name was Nina—brought us water and two menus. “I’ll give you time to make your choices,” she said before heading to her next customer.

I felt Carl playing with my feet under the table. Obviously, he was up for more intimate play later on, but that wasn’t the point of this. And, now that I had Tyler, it was not an option. No one could hold a candle to him.

Nina returned, and I ordered Caesar salad, lobster bisque and baked ziti. Carl got the arugula salad and spaghetti and meatballs.

“So, how g-goes the case?” he asked, after taking a sip of water. We’d also asked for a bottle of red wine, which hadn’t arrived as yet.

“Great, actually. I’m closing in on the suspect, or rather suspects.I should have it solved soon,” I replied.

Carl stopped playing with my feet and coughed into his fist. “R-really?”

I glanced up at him briefly and noted an air of wariness about him. “Oh yeah. They’ve left enough clues for me to narrow things down.”

The waitress brought our wine and salads, along with my lobster bisque. Once she left, I continued. “I might even have an eyewitness to a meeting. This witness said he overheard a conversation that could incriminate the culprits.” Sorry, Tyler, but I need to use you as bait. Hopefully, it won’t cause you any harm, and you’ll forgive me.