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“Good.” Jonah turned his smile to Lyle and me. “He's just cranky because I've had him under lock and key all week.”
“Literally!” Mike grumbled, throwing up his hands.
Jonah smiled at my confused look and explained, “He's in a cock cage.” I grimaced at the thought of being stuck in a device that would keep a person's dick from getting hard.
“What did you do to get punished likethat?” I asked Mike, now feeling bad for the big guy, even though he was scowling at me again.
“He's not being punished,” Jonah insisted, although it sure as hell sounded like a punishment to me. “He’s wearing it now so he can be rewarded later.” He stepped closer to his husband, the hitch in his step from where he got shot months ago barely visible. “Just think, Mikey; I'll take it off later and you'll finally be free. It will feel so good. I bet I won't even have to touch you to make you come.”
I thought poor Mike was going to explode right there in the kitchen. His eyes were dark as they looked down at Jonah, and his chest heaved with deep breaths. He announced, “I need a beer,” then ripped a hole in the side of the box I'd carried in, and snatched a can. He cracked it open and drained every drop before tossing the can away and shuffling in towards the living room. Jonah snickered as he followed him.
I wondered for a moment if we all knew a little too much about each other's sex lives, but quickly pushed the thought away. I was glad we were all comfortable enough with one another to share every part of our lives without judgment. All any of us wanted was happiness for those around us, and we had all found it in our life partners.
I slowly planned to Lyle, whose cheeks were burning red and his mouth was hanging open. He finally looked at me and said, “I don't care what kind of reward you think it is; if you ever try to slap a cage on my dick, I'll tase you right in the balls.”
“Aww, I love it when you talk sweet to me.” I kissed his forehead and Lyle chuckled as he rolled his eyes. “Don't worry, sweets; I wouldn't dream of caging firecrotch. It deserves to be praised, not punished.”
“Now who's sweet talking?” Lyle marched his fingers up my chest. “Keep it up and I'll let you stuffmyturkey later.”
“Why not right now?”
He rolled his eyes again, but then blinked when he saw I was serious. “We arenotfucking in our friends’ house! It's Christmas!”
“This is the only present I'll ask for,” I promised, drawing an ‘X’ over my heart. “Come on, sweets; let me fill your stocking.” I could see it in his eyes; he was thinking about it. He was just as filthy as I was and I loved it. “You already denied my request for road head on the way over here.”
“Yeah, because we'd probably end up dead in a ditch somewhere with your dick hanging out.”
“Fair point,” I conceded, bobbing my head back and forth. “But nobody can die here!”
“If Gage catches us,he'llkill you for ruining Ty’s dinner plans.”
“Then we won't get caught,” I shrugged. I bounced my eyebrows. “I know you want to.”
He glared at me for a long moment before sighing. “Dammit, you know I do.” I beamed in triumph until he pointed his finger in my face. “But you better be quick, and you better be quiet.”
“Keep giving me orders like that and it'll take about two seconds, right here in the kitchen.”
Lyle snorted, and then it turned into a squeal when I picked him up and tossed him over my shoulder. I scurried out of the room and made my way to the bathroom in the far corner of the house, away from where our friends were.
We weren't strangers to this type of thing; we'd snuck away to countless public restrooms or fitting rooms to have a romp when the mood struck. Yes, I was a cop. Yes, I should know better. But I couldn't help it! My husband was so damn sexy, I couldn't keep my hands off of him.
It wasn't about the thrill of a public space or the danger element. Lyle was all the excitement I needed. It went back to making sure he felt wanted; I needed him to know that loving his body was constantly on my mind - that he drove me crazy, he was irresistible, and was worth any risk.
I set his feet on the bathroom floor before locking the door behind us. Gage couldn't kill me if he couldn't get to me. But I knew the only way he'd get mad is if I cut into Ty’s dinner, like Lyle said. So, I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check the time. I still had ten minutes before we were scheduled to eat. It would be a personal record.
“Are you going to look at your phone or take my pants off?” Lyle asked, crossing his arms over his chest.I. Love. This. Man.
I made a show of slipping my phone back into my pocket before cupping his cheeks in my hands and pressing our lips together. I kissed him deeply, sliding my tongue between his teeth.
The kiss turned heated quickly. Our tongues battled and our hands hungrily groped one another. It wasn't just because I was racing the clock; I craved Lyle. My body ached to be near him; to touch him.
I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them to the floor before doing the same with his briefs. I cupped his ass cheeks and massaged them roughly, pinching and rolling his flesh as he moaned into my mouth.
I kept groping with one hand while the other tickled down his crack. Lyle shivered when my fingers brushed across his hole. I traced his ring as Lyle unbuttoned my pants.
He fished my hard cock out of my boxers and wrapped his palm around my shaft. Lyle trapped my tongue between his lips and sucked, bobbing his head back and forth as he stroked me. The sensations sent my head spinning and my dick pulsing. I knew I needed to be quick, but I didn't want to blow until I was balls deep in my man.
I ripped my tongue free so I could tell him, “Turn around and face the sink.”
