When Ty released me so I could go to the table to check the package, my brain started working again, and that’s when I realized what was in the box. It had been over three weeks since my shopping trip with Chelsea and Delaney, which is why I’d forgotten.
“This must be my new vibrator,” I told him. “I guess you are getting your wish for a new toy to play with tonight. The store didn’t have the model I wanted in stock, and I forgot about them promising to ship it to my home when it arrived. You’ve kept me kind of busy.”
“Are you sure it’s a vibrator?” he asked, studying the box.
“That’s what I ordered,” I replied.
“That’s a pretty big box for a vibrator, and when I was carrying it in, things were rattling around. It sounds like there are DVDs in there,” he explained.
“Maybe they didn’t have a smaller box,” I guessed. “Are you sure it’s addressed to me? Sometimes I get my neighbors’ packages by mistake.”
“It’s addressed to you,” he confirmed. “Shall we open it?”
“Go right ahead,” I said, gesturing to the box.
Ty pulled out his pocket knife to cut the packing tape and then peered into the box. Based on the widening of his eyes, there was something more than my expected vibrator in that box.
“Why do you look so shocked?” I asked.
“That’s a lot of porn,” he commented with a laugh.
“What?” I gasped. Grabbing it from Ty, I dumped the contents onto the counter. “Oh. My. God.”
“That is quite a collection you’ve got there.” He lifted one with a picture of a woman bent over the hood of an old car. “Spanking Miss Daisy? I hear that’s a classic.”
The pile also included Hard Cock Henry, Little Anal Annie, and The Postman Always Cums Twice. “I did not order these,” I insisted.
Ty held up a note from the stack of items. “It seems the owners of the shop are grateful for your years of patronage and wanted to send you a few extras.”
Sure enough, the box also contained butt plugs, anal beads, and lube. “This is insane.”
“I had no idea you were this into anal,” Ty remarked, examining a butt plug that looked like something out of a porn horror movie. “I know for a fact that won’t fit.”
“Who uses something that size?” I asked. “It looks like it was designed for an elephant. Why would they think I’d want something like that? I’ve never purchased any toys for anal play there.” Remembering one particularly tipsy shopping trip, the butt plug suddenly made sense. “Never mind. I know why they picked that one.”
When I turned to walk away, Ty caught me from behind and pulled me against his chest. I giggled when his beard tickled my ear as he leaned forward to speak quietly. “Not so fast. You have to tell me this story.”
“Absolutely not,” I insisted around my giggles.
“If you don’t tell me, I’m going to have to torture it out of you later,” he warned playfully.
“Something tells me I’d like that,” I responded. “I’m not sure you’re giving me much incentive to tell you.”
I could feel the hard length of Ty’s dick against my back. He was getting aroused by our sexy play, something I fully understood.
“If you tell me, I’ll make you scream my name in the next five minutes,” he offered.
“Five minutes?” I asked skeptically. “That seems pretty fast.”
“Efficient,” he corrected. “We don’t want dinner to get cold. I’ll just have to wait to satisfy my own needs until after dinner.”
“Fine,” I relented. “I’ll tell you my embarrassing tale of tipsy toy shopping.”
Ty spun me to face him, and I began my story. “I was shopping with Chelsea and Delaney. As I already mentioned, I was a little tipsy. Anyway, Chels held up this huge butt plug and commented on how you’d need to be big enough for a truck to drive in there to use one of those. We’d been talking about the perfect size dick, so that conversation was still fresh in everyone’s minds.”
“What did you say about the perfect size dick?” he asked.
“I said it wasn’t about how long it is, but how thick it is,” I replied. “That led to Delaney telling us it would work great for me since I prefer really thick cocks, so my ass is primed for a big invasion.” Ty started laughing. “Those were her exact words. In a shop full of people, Delaney said my ass is primed for a big invasion.”
His eyes shifted to the elephant butt plug.
“That thing is not going in my ass,” I told him. “I have no idea what I’m going to do with it.”
“Use it as a stopper in your kitchen sink?” he suggested.
“It might be too big for the sink,” I argued.
“You may be right,” Ty agreed.
“I told you my story,” I began.
“Yes, you did,” Ty agreed, before bending forward and tossing me over his shoulder.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Ty
“Ty!” Brook squealed in surprise as I carried her to the living room, where I set her on the floor in front of the sofa and quickly undid her jeans.
“Let’s get these off quickly,” I said, pushing her jeans and panties down. This was about more than my promise to make her come in less than five minutes. It was about my near constant need to touch Brook. I’d been dying to bury my face between her legs and drive her over the edge since I’d walked in her door.
“In a hurry?” she asked, clearly trying to sound unaffected.
“I promised to make you come in five minutes,” I reminded her. “Now, sit your gorgeous ass down on the sofa.”
“Actually, you promised to make me scream your name, which you already did, so you don’t need to rush,” she reminded me, but she still followed my order to sit.
“Ah, but I’m hungry,” I murmured, dropping to my knees in front of her.
“Then maybe we should have dinner first,” her teasing tone sounded somewhat strained, which only seemed fair since I was having trouble reminding myself that my dick needed to stay in my pants. He was definitely not on board with that plan, but I wasn’t in the mood for a quickie tonight.
“I have something different in mind,” I told her, leaning forward to run my tongue along her inner-thigh. Brook moaned and reclined on the sofa, her legs spreading to give me better access. I took advantage of her position to move between her legs, pushing them wider so her pussy was completely exposed to me. “That is sexy as hell. Tonight, I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll have trouble standing.”
Brook’s only response was a little whimper of need. I slid my tongue along her slit, savoring her taste and her moan of pleasure. In these moments, when she completely surrendered to me, there was no denying she was mine. As I stroked her with my tongue, Brook’s little moans and whimpers told me I was giving her what she needed. I loved the way she tasted, and I couldn’t hold back my own groan of pleasure as I sucked her clit into my mouth and stroked the nub with my tongue. I would never get enough of her taste, and I knew I would never give this woman up.
“Oh, Ty,” she breathed out, as my tongue brought her closer. Her hands were gripping my hair to hold me in place.
As Brook neared her climax, her leg muscles tightened, and she tried desperately to bring them together. I knew what she needed, but I wasn’t ready to let her come. Pulling back, I looked up at her, with her hand still gripping my hair. I was close to her core, the scent of her enticing me and torturing me at the same time.
“I’m not ready for this to end,” I practically growled, loving the way she shuddered with need.
“Please, Ty,” she panted out. “I’m so close. Don’t make me wait.”
Keeping my eyes locked on her face, I slid my tongue inside of her, stroking her as she whimpered. Brook tried desperately to thrash against my face, to get the pressure she needed on her clit, and I fucking loved her desperation.
“Please, Ty,” she begged, a sound I’d never grow tired of.
My tongue moved out of her to swirl around he
r clit, and I slipped two fingers into her body. Her hands tightened in my hair, and she tried desperately to rock against my face as I relentlessly worked her clit with my tongue and fucked her with my fingers. My dick was aching, and I was on the verge of coming myself, just from going down on her.
Brook came so hard, she pulsed violently around my fingers as she screamed my name over and over again. I worked her through her orgasm until she relaxed against the back of the sofa with a contented sigh.
Looking up at her beautiful face, I found her watching me with a completely sated expression, one I’d grown addicted to seeing. In that moment, I realized the truth: I loved this woman. There was no denying it; I would do anything for her.
“I’m going to make you fall in love with me,” I promised, moving up her body to brush my lips against hers. She said nothing, and I didn’t know if she thought it was just sex talk, or if she wasn’t ready to talk about love. It really didn’t matter. Brook was mine, and I was hers. She was definitely worth fighting for.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Brook
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten lasagna, and I was impressed it had turned out so well. To be honest, I’d never made lasagna from scratch. The frozen ones were fine with me, and Luke had never complained. Since Ty didn’t eat red meat, my only option if I wanted meat in it had been to pick up ground turkey and make it from scratch. I’d come to the conclusion that I preferred the frozen meat lasagna, but it could be the ground turkey I didn’t like. I’d tried it in a few recipes, but ground turkey wasn’t growing on me.
“I’m not sure we can keep hanging out,” I told Ty.
“It’s the turkey, right?” he asked.
“Yes,” I agreed. “It doesn’t taste the same as ground beef.”
“That could be because it’s not ground beef,” he pointed out.
“That must be it,” I agreed. “I thought about using Italian sausage, but I wasn’t sure if you eat pork.”
“I don’t,” he admitted.
“Not even bacon? They make bacon without nitrates and nitrites, so you can’t use that excuse.” Everyone ate bacon. Even people who couldn’t eat bacon, wanted to. I’d always considered giving up bacon for one’s religion to be the ultimate sacrifice, one I could never make.
“No bacon,” he replied. “That was hard to give up.”
“Why would anyone give up bacon?” I asked. “I was shocked by the beef, but the bacon seems like you’re just torturing yourself. What kind of sick individual chooses to give up bacon?”
“You’re going to leave me if I suggest turkey bacon, aren’t you?” he asked, one corner of his lips kicking up in a lopsided grin.
“Don’t even joke about replacing real bacon with turkey,” I warned.
He laughed at my indignation. “For the lasagna, you can always use Italian turkey sausage. It adds a nice flavor and has a good texture.”
“That’s it,” I said with a sigh. “From now on, you cook. It’s obvious you’re better at this than I am. Naked. You must cook naked.”
“You want me to cook naked?” Ty asked with a laugh.
“It’s been a fantasy of mine since I came down and saw you cooking in your boxers.”
“I’m not willing to risk injuring my favorite body part in the kitchen,” he insisted.
“I could get you an apron,” I offered, and I almost laughed at how offended Ty appeared. “You’d look cute in an apron.”
“You are begging for a good spanking, sweetheart,” he warned playfully.
“Are you sure I can’t talk you into making chocolate cake naked?” I asked. “That would fulfill one of my biggest fantasies. I love chocolate cake almost as much as I love your naked body.”
“I’m not sure if I should be flattered that I rank higher than chocolate cake or offended that you like chocolate cake almost as much as my body,” he mused. “I’ll make the cake, but I’m not doing it naked.”
“You make cake?”
He nodded.
“All this talk of cake is making me hungry again,” I complained. “Why didn’t I think to make dessert?”
“Poor planning on your part,” he remarked, sounding distracted all of a sudden. He pushed his chair out from the table and patted his lap. “Come over here, sweetheart.”
“If I come over there, will you promise to make me chocolate cake naked?” I pushed, standing and moving close to him.
Ty stood and moved forward. “Are you acting bratty to get me to spank you?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I admitted, and before I knew what was happening, Ty tossed me over his shoulder. His hand made contact with my ass as he stalked out of the kitchen toward the stairs.
“What are you doing?” I asked with a giggle that quickly turned to a moan when he spanked me again.
“Multi-tasking,” he replied. “I need to fuck you now, so I’m going to give you that spanking you’ve been begging for on the way to your room.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Ty
Brook kicked her feet, alternating between moaning and squealing as I continued to spank her. I’m not entirely certain how I managed to carry Brook up to her room with my erection throbbing behind the zipper of my jeans. I usually preferred days when I was working out of the office all day and could get away with jeans, since I didn’t like dressing up. Today, I’d have appreciated the extra room in my dress pants, especially when I was this turned on from spanking Brook while she was tossed over my shoulder.
When I set Brook down in her room, my breathing was labored, and I let my head drop back as I struggled with my overwhelming lust. Brook’s hands slid under my shirt and lifted it some. Her fingers moved gently along my abdominal muscles. Looking down, I watched her touch me. When her hand reached for my belt buckle, I caught her wrist and almost laughed at her sexy pout.
“Don’t move,” I told her, as I moved across the room to grab a condom from the bedside table. When I turned back to her, Brook was toying with the hem of her shirt. “Why don’t you take that off for me?”
Her smile could put a siren to shame. “Anything you say, Ty.”
“Is that so?” I asked, moving toward her with the condom in my hand. “Anything I say, Brook?”
Licking her lips, she nodded before her eyes traveled down to the front of my pants. “Anything,” she assured me.
“Undress,” I said, my voice rough with desire.
I stripped out of my own clothes while Brook undressed. We had about five feet separating us as I stood there clutching the condom and drinking in the sight of her naked body.
“Let me take care of you, Ty,” her words sounded like a plea, and I groaned, my dick getting impossibly harder. Her eyes followed the movements of my hands as I rolled the condom down my aching shaft. We were both breathing heavily from the exertion of our arousal. I wanted in her, and I didn’t want soft, loving, or gentle. I wanted to fuck Brook hard, branding myself on her. When she took a step toward me, I shook my head. “Don’t move.”
I prowled toward her slowly, loving the way she watched me, her hazel eyes a vivid green and her sexy lips parted. With my hands on her hips, I backed her up until her back hit the wall. When I lifted her from the ground, her legs wrapped around my hips and her hands immediately went to my cock. Needing no instructions, she guided the head to her entrance, and then gripped my shoulders as I slid into her body.
My groan was loud, and I nearly lost it when she tightened around my dick. Her body felt like it was made for mine, fitting me perfectly and pushing me closer to the edge. Pressing her back against the wall, I thrust into her welcoming body, loving her moans and whimpers. When her nails dug into my shoulders, I growled.
“You’re so fucking hot and tight,” I groaned, shifting my position slightly to get more pressure on her clit. I was rewarded with a sound that was somewhere between a scream and moan.
I continued to fuck her against the wall until her heels dug into my ass and she screamed my name. I felt
her climax tightening around my dick like a vice grip, and I nearly screamed myself as I came hard in her welcoming body.
It took a lot of effort to pull out of her and move us to the bed. With Brook lying on her back, looking well-fucked and sexy as hell, I rested my head on my hand and stared down at her, somewhat in awe that she was here with me. I loved this woman. It was on the tip of my tongue to say the words, but I knew she wasn’t ready and knew it wasn’t the time.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked with a sated smile.
“You are amazing,” I murmured, knowing she was it. Brook was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
Chapter Forty
Brook
In just over a week, I’d be moving into my new place, and I still had quite a bit of packing to do. It was strange moving after all this time, and even stranger realizing how little in the house was mine.
“I have no dishes,” I remarked when Ty walked into the room. He’d stayed the night and helped me get my packing started.
“You can always pick some up, just like the other stuff you’ve mentioned needing,” he reminded me. “It’ll be easier that way, anyway. Then you don’t have to pack them.”
“Plus, I’ll have nice new dishes,” I added with a grin. While I was a little nervous about the move, I was mostly excited. “Did you have any luck getting a hold of your uncle?” I asked. Ty’s uncle had been avoiding him for more than two weeks. One could argue he was just taking some much needed time off, but according to Ty, his uncle never took time off without calling in for daily updates.
“Nope,” he replied. “He never called me back yesterday, but he’ll be in the office today, so I’ll talk to him when I get there.”
“Are you ready for this?” I asked, knowing Ty was worried about disappointing his uncle. Ty’s family was great. They were all loving and supportive, so I was sure his uncle wouldn’t be mad about Ty’s choice to take a different career path.
“I’m not looking forward to it, but I’m ready,” he replied. “I’d feel a lot better about this whole situation if my uncle weren’t trying so hard to avoid me. You probably think I’m being paranoid, but I’ve never had this much trouble reaching him.”
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