Page 51 of Something to Prove

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he said. “Casually, though.”

I pursed my lips. “As opposed to formally?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the difference? Attire or expectation or?—”

“It’s pizza, Red. Are you in?”

“Don’t call me Red.”

Ty chuckled. “Carrot Top? Ginger? Red Comet? Red Rocket?”

“You’re terrible at nicknames.”

“I used to think I was clever, but maybe I’m losing my touch.” He leaned forward and slid his palm to my upper thigh. “Am I?”

God, no. Not at all.

I set my hand over Ty’s and guided it to my crotch. He squeezed my semi through my pajamas, licking his lips like a hungry wolf.

“Fuck, I want you.”

He tugged my wrist and pulled me onto his lap. I was a perfectly normal height for an average man, but Ty was a ginormous tattooed muscular beast. I felt small in his arms, and yet somehow…powerful. Even in a Hello Kitty sweatshirt.

Ty fondled my cock through the flimsy cotton and pressed light kisses on my neck. He found my mouth, gliding his tongue alongside mine as he slipped his fingers under the elastic of my boxer briefs and stroked me. I thought about removing his shirt, but we’d get there eventually and this was so nice. I loved the way he kissed—so thorough, so greedy. I loved the scrape of his beard and the low rumbling groan I could feel in my toes.

He released me with a light push to stand between his open legs. In the blink of an eye, my PJ bottoms and boxer briefs were at my ankles and my sweatshirt was halfway across the room. I was naked in front of him, my erection standing at attention. He gripped my length, jerking my cock with lazy pulls.

My tongue felt too heavy for my mouth. I was mesmerized and oversensitized. And just as I was about to suggest taking this upstairs, Ty bent to lick my slit and suck me to the root.

“Oh! Oh, yes,” I gasped.

He bobbed his head, teasing my balls and ghosting his thumb at my crease. He came at me from all angles, reducing me to a needy puddle of goo with touch and taste. And then…he stopped, charged to his feet and slammed his mouth over mine, turning up the intensity by a thousand degrees.

I helped him fumble with his belt buckle and his shirt, raking my fingernails down his sides as I nibbled his bottom lip. Ty walked us backward to the counter, digging a packet of lube and a condom from his pocket.

“Turn around.”

I obeyed, closing my eyes at the intrusion of slick fingers. One, two…the tip of a third. I could tell he was trying to be gentle, but I didn’t need that. “Do it. Fuck me.”

Ty held my hips with rough hands and thrust inside. He wasn’t so gentle anymore. It was a hard and frenzied ride. I white-knuckled the counter, clinging for purchase as he drove into me, his balls tapping my ass again and again.

His belt buckle clanged against the floor in time with our labored breathing. When his hands drifted to my waist and one dipped to my cock, I knew that was it for me.

So did Ty.

“Come for me, Red. Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

My orgasm ripped through me a moment later. I’d barely caught my breath when Ty lifted my right leg, changing the angle slightly as he dropped his forehead to my shoulder and chased his release. He bucked, trembled, and fell apart.

I twisted, offering my mouth. We might have kissed, but don’t quote me. It was all very wicked and wild. And wonderful.

Ty didn’t seem to be in a hurry afterward. We cleaned up and drifted to the living room to watch an oldSpider-Manmovie, sharing a pint of vanilla chocolate chip. The arachnid film choice was Ty’s, the ice cream was mine. Ty fed me largespoonfuls whenever my strong anti-spider opinions threatened his enjoyment.

“Could there be a less sexy comic hero? I want to like Spider-Man, I really do. The ‘journalist fighting crime’ story is something I can get behind. Clark Kent, Peter Parker…yes, yes, yes. But spiders are positively repug—” I paused for an ice cream bite and continued as soon as I’d swallowed. “Repugnant. The lucky bastards know I’m an easy target. I could never kill them. I’m just not a killer…of anything. Ants, mosquitos, flies—” More ice cream.

I studied Ty’s profile spotlighted in the glow of the television, fighting a smile at his put-upon charade. He was funny and endearing, a good son who adored his parents, a loyal friend, an amazing lover, and…he was still here, watching a movie with me instead of hanging out at a party with his teammates.