Free Love Slave for Two by Tymber Dalton Page B

the tip of his tongue underneath at the especially sensitive spot, then stroking him with his hand to bring him over.
    When Thomas landed from his climax, he pulled Tyler up to him and kissed him.
    “Jesus, I love you, Ty.”
    “I love you too. You are my life.”
    Thomas worked his way down his lover’s body, kissing him, massaging him, taking his time and also bringing him close several times without release. “You gonna think about me sucking you when you’re in that hotel room all alone?”
    Tyler nodded, closing his eyes and enjoying what Thomas did to him. “Yes.”
    “Gonna think about me working my tongue all over your balls?” He proceeded to do just that.
    Tyler shivered. “God, yes!”
    Tom wrapped his hand around Tyler’s rigid shaft and fisted it, taking the tip into his mouth, breathing in his familiar, musky scent. “I’m going to fuck you so good when you get home, sugar. You keep that in mind every night when you’re talking to me on the phone. I’m going to be so horny and I’m going to take good care of you.”
    With that he deep throated him, his other hand gently squeezing his balls and Tyler moaned. Thomas knew how to make him last, alternating gentle, light licks along his shaft and head with firm strokes of his hand.
    Tyler jerked his hips as he came, his whole body shuddering from the sensation.
    After a few moments Thomas lay next to Tyler, holding him, cradling his lover to him, kissing him. “You stay safe. I worry when you go to New York. Don’t forget to lock the door. You always forget that.”
    “I’ll be fine. I doubt I’ll leave the hotel where the conference is. It’s a hectic schedule. You take care of yourself, and our girl.”
    Thomas hugged him. “You know I will.” He stared into his eyes. “You’d better get some sleep. When are you waking up?”
    “Five. The car will be here at six.”
    He hesitated. Tyler knew he wanted to say something. “What is it?”
    “I don’t want to fuck up while you’re gone. Say the wrong thing.”
    Tyler laid a hand on his cheek. “Thomas,” he whispered, “you love her as much as I do. You won’t fuck anything up. Be your sweet self, that’s all. Take care of her. Let her come to you as she needs you.”
    “How much can I spend on the car?”
    “There’s over ninety thousand in that account. I seriously doubt you’ll spend that much. You’ll have a fight on your hands to put her into a new car. Do not get her a used one. Don’t let her talk you into something tiny, either. I want her safe. Get her into a four-door.” He sat up and thought about it. “Take her to see Rollo, he’s a persuasive fellow. I’m sure he’ll be happy to have the repeat business. He’ll help you talk her into something appropriate.”
    Thomas nodded and kissed him one last time. “Wake me before you leave.”
    “I will.” Tyler pulled on his boxers and headed for the door. “Sleep tight, love.”
     
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    Nevvie had left her door open. Tyler set the alarm then carefully slipped into bed. She’d been dozing but immediately snuggled against him. He put his arm around her and fought to keep his cock from coming alive again.
    She mumbled, “Good night, Tyler,” and squeezed his hand.
    He kissed the nape of her neck. “Good night, sweetheart.”
    Tyler laid there, listening to the sound of her breathing, the feel of her heartbeat under his hand, now trapped by her fingers laced through his. She was a perfect fit for his body in the same way he fit Thomas. He would miss her every bit as much as he’d miss his lover.
    Thomas told him about the flirting after their impromptu tickle fight. That was a good sign. There’d been a few times Nevvie had engaged in playful banter with him, but he expected as much because they were closer and spent more time together each day. He wanted her to be as close to Thomas as she was to him, otherwise they could never take things further. To have her play favorites would rip all three