Back to You (6 page)

“Oh, god, Tyler, what are you doing?” he groaned as I wrapped my hand around his length and stroked it once, before my tongue darted out and licked the drop of pre-cum that was being offered to me on the tip of the gorgeous cock in front of me.

The only light in the room was the moonlight filtering in from behind the curtain in the living room, but my eyes had adjusted enough to mostly see what I was doing. I couldn’t wait one more second to get him in my mouth so I leaned in and devoured him in one swift motion.

“Oh, FUCK!” he cried out as I began to move, swirling my tongue around his head before plunging back down, taking as much of him in as I could. He tasted as good as I imagined he would, and his hips began to thrust, trying to chase my movements, so I gripped his hips tightly, holding him still so I could savor him at my own pace.

“Tyler, I’m not going to last… holy shit, that feels so good…” he panted. “Never imagined it could be so fucking good…” It hit me then that he’d never gotten a blowjob before and I made it my mission to make it as good for him as it possibly could be. I opened my throat wide and let him bury himself into it, sucking as hard as I could and moaning around the hot cock in my mouth, hoping the vibrations felt as good to him as he felt to me.

I pulled back and whispered, “Fuck my mouth, Riley; make me choke on it.”

I let my grip on his hips slip and he didn’t waste one second. He was so far gone by that point that all I could do was brace myself on the wall and continue to suck as he assaulted my mouth in the best possible way.

“So fucking good… oh, my god…” he babbled as his cock hit the back of my throat over and over, pushing and pulling faster, holding on to my hair. “So good… I’m going to come, Tyler.”

He stilled and his cock throbbed on my tongue before he let go with a long stream of profane words and came down my throat. I sucked down every drop he had to give me before he pulled me up to him and kissed me hard, his lips curled up into a delirious smile.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good in my entire life,” he sighed, stumbling a bit to the side.

I glided my arms around his waist to keep him steady on his feet and nuzzled into his neck. “I think I almost came in my pants for the second time tonight because of how fucking hot you are, Riley.”

“Oh, god, I’m so stupid, you haven’t come yet, let me…” he started to push me away but I held onto him and pulled my sleep pants down over my hips, letting my dick bounce against his stomach. I took his hand and placed it on my shaft, and then kissed him again. It’d been so long since I’d been kissed that I didn’t want him to stop. It didn’t take more than a few strokes of his hand before I was gasping and coming all over the both of us.

We stood there together in the dim moonlight and held onto each other as we caught our breath.

“I think we made a mess,” I whispered dramatically.

“I think
you
made a mess,” Riley corrected me with a gentle kiss. “My mess went down your throat.”

I rested my forehead on his. “I’m sorry about earlier. I sort of freaked out a bit but I’m better now.”

“I’d say.” I could hear the teasing quality in his statement. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

He led me to the bathroom where he wet a washcloth and wiped up his stomach and hand then offered it to me. After we were both clean, we stood awkwardly in the hallway for a minute just looking at each other, neither saying anything, both unsure of where to go from there.

He broke the uncomfortable silence quietly. “I’m not sure if I should offer for you to stay the night or not.”

“Would it make you feel better if I promised that it won’t go any farther than sleeping if you did?” I asked him. I’d already taken him farther than he’d ever been before and I honestly didn’t want to overwhelm him. “I swear I wasn’t intending to attack you in the hallway down there but I couldn’t resist you even one minute longer.”

“Oh, believe me, I don’t regret a second of that.” He gave me a devilish grin. “But yeah, it does make me feel better to know you just want to sleep.”

He took my hand and we walked into the bedroom, where he changed out of his newly cum stained boxers and into a clean pair. I took my sleep pants off and we climbed into his bed. I pulled him close to me and wrapped my arms tightly around him. He mirrored my actions and his fingers slipped in between mine, squeezing my hand lightly. “Thank you for tonight,” he murmured sleepily.

“The pleasure was all mine,” I countered and let the darkness carry us to sleep.

Alex

I was getting ready for bed one night when I heard “Carry On my Wayward Son,” the main ringtone on my phone, begin to play from my bedroom. “Can you grab that?” I hollered, sticking my head out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in my mouth. I wondered to myself who could possibly be calling me after midnight but I figured if it was important, Donny would tell me. I spit and rinsed quickly then walked back into my bedroom.

“Hey, Donny, who is it?” I asked as I crawled onto the bed and slid my hands up his muscular calves.

He smiled wickedly at me and replied into my cell phone, “Yes, this is Alex’s phone. He’s kind of busy at the moment. Can I ask who’s calling?” He looked a bit puzzled and then he threw my phone at me. “I don’t know who it was, they wouldn’t say, but it was a boy and he wanted to know if this was still your phone number.”

I scrolled through my phone until I found my recent call list and was stunned when I saw the familiar number.

Tyler…

Two years without even one word and he had to call when I was busy. I’m sure I looked shell-shocked because Donny gently pushed my chest with his foot, bringing me back into the conversation.

“It was Tyler.” My voice was flat and dull. I still couldn’t believe it. Tyler had tried to call me.

What did he want? Should I call him back?

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” I had no idea what to do. “What do I do?”

“What do you mean?” he asked quietly. “I think you have to call him back to see what he wanted.”

“Well, he obviously doesn’t really want to talk to me or he wouldn’t have hung up on you.” I threw myself backwards on the bed with my arm covering my eyes and grunted.

“Or maybe some guy answering your phone after midnight threw him for a loop, Alex,” he offered. “I think it’s going to eat at you and neither of us is going to be happy until you call him back.”

My new boyfriend wanted me to call my ex-boyfriend back.
I wonder if hell has frozen over.
“So you want me to call my ex-boyfriend?” I asked a bit confused.

“Alex, seeing you tied up in knots over your ex for two years was bad enough; I’m not going to sit here and watch one phone call drive you nuts for the next two, okay?” He picked up my phone and handed it to me then kissed me tenderly on my forehead. “
Call
him back.”

He shifted to get up but I grasped his hand and stopped him. I wanted him to be there for me when I talked to Tyler because I couldn’t be trusted to be alone with him, even over the phone. I pressed send with my heart pounding in my chest.

The phone rang several times before voicemail picked up. “
Hey! You’ve reached Tyler’s phone. There’s gonna be a beep! You know what to do!” Beep.

I panicked and hung up the phone. “He didn’t answer.” Hearing his voice again was surreal and made my heart hurt.

“Well, you probably should try again and leave a message this time.” He squeezed my hand in support.

I nodded and dialed again, this time when it beeped I cleared my throat and spoke. “Hey Ty, it’s, um, Alex. Well, I guess you probably already know that since you called me. I was just, um, calling you back to see what you wanted, so call me back, I guess. Bye.” I threw the phone down on the bed, relieved that that part was over and dove into Donny’s supportive arms. He was good at making me feel better.

I didn’t get much sleep that night because I was anxiously waiting for Tyler to call me back but he never did.

Over the next few weeks, things didn’t change much between Donny and me except that we were a lot more affectionate before we got into bed than we ever were before. Apparently, we’d had a pretty good foundation for the official relationship we’d started less than a month ago.

The thing was, I couldn’t get that phone call out of my head and it was driving me crazy, just like Donny said it would. Every chance I got, I would check my phone to make sure I hadn’t missed another call from Tyler. Even at work when I wasn’t supposed to have my phone on, I would sneak away to check it. I could tell that Donny noticed my new obsessive habit, but he didn’t call me out on it even though I was sure he wanted to.

It was never my intention to make him feel like he wasn’t a priority to me, because of course he was, but seriously, that one missed call from Tyler had thrown me completely off balance. I had even tried to call him back again a couple of times, late at night when I was so desperate to hear his voice that it didn’t matter if he answered or not, I still got his voicemail which was so snarkily him.

That all led me to where I was at that particular moment—hiding in the bathroom in my own apartment, phone in hand, ready to hit send again but every rational part of my head was screaming at me not to do it.
Leave him alone, Alex. If he wanted to talk to you, he would have called you back or answered one of your other calls. It’s one in the morning; he’s sleeping. Stop this nonsense now! Go back to bed where your very loving boyfriend is right now.

Then I had my heart telling me to do the complete opposite.
Call him, Alex! If he didn’t want to talk to you in the first place he wouldn’t have called you! He’s just as scared as you are and maybe that’s why he isn’t answering. Maybe you just need to be persistent and he’ll answer one of these times. Call him, now! Do it!

And of course my heart won out over my head; it usually did. I hit send and waited anxiously, nearly startling at every ring, hoping the next sound would be him answering his phone. “Hello?” I heard a sleepy voice say on the other end of the phone.

I jumped because I wasn’t actually expecting anyone to answer. “Uh, hi, Tyler?” I was pretty sure that it wasn’t him, because his voice was a lot deeper than the one talking.

“No… This is Riley. Tyler’s sleeping; he has to work in the morning.”

Okay, so this guy is sleeping with Tyler then, obviously. “Well, will you just tell him Alex called?”

“No, Alex, just please stop calling him. Don’t you think you’ve put him through enough without disrupting his life again after so long? Go back to your boyfriend and leave mine alone, okay?”

The phone disconnected and I sat there stunned. Okay, the guy on the phone just confirmed that Tyler did have a boyfriend, so why had he called me in the first place? It felt like a ton of bricks had just settled on my chest and I couldn’t breathe. The weight of what I had just learned killed a part of me that I didn’t know was still alive, the part of me that hoped Tyler was waiting for me back in Lincoln, the part of me that hoped we’d be together again one day.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub with my arms folded on top of my knees and rested my forehead on them, enclosing my head in darkness for a few moments, just trying to digest it all when I heard a soft knock at the bathroom door.

“Alex, are you okay in there?” Yup. I was a serious douche bag for making Donny worry like that.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute…”

I heard his footsteps pad away and I pulled myself together, not only for his sake, but for mine. I took one last deep breath and followed him into the bedroom.

“What’s wrong?” he asked me as he pulled me down and spooned me, which was not a position I was used to being in, but it felt nice for someone to hold me for once, even if our bodies didn’t fit quite right that way.

We lay there for a while like that before my conscience couldn’t take it anymore and I blurted out, “I called Tyler.”

He let out a defeated sigh that I knew meant I’d just broken a little piece of his heart but he didn’t want to tell me. “And what did you find out this time?”

“Someone else answered the phone, not Tyler. Riley, his boyfriend apparently, told me to stop calling Tyler and leave him alone,” I responded turning to face him as he let go of me and sat up against the headboard.

“Have you been calling him a lot?” Donny asked, lowering his head. The hurt he was trying so hard to hide was perfectly clear on his face.

“I haven’t actually talked to him, if that’s what you’re asking. I have called his phone a couple times trying to find out what he wanted because the curiosity was killing me but he’s never answered.” I hated downplaying the reason why I called him. I didn’t lie, technically, I just didn’t offer up the entire truth. No need to bring more unnecessary hurt to Donny.

“So why were you calling him in your bathroom at one in the morning? Were you trying to hide it from me, or were you planning on telling me at some point? Because I have to say, this looks really suspicious, Alex.” He looked at me and the disappointment in his eyes broke my heart.

“I told you I might suck at this whole boyfriend thing, Donny.” Maybe a little diversion away from the question wouldn’t be the worst thing.

“You know, I’ve noticed a lot of little things in the past couple of weeks that I haven’t brought up because I didn’t want to rock the boat on this thing, but if you aren’t going to do this with me wholeheartedly, then maybe you shouldn’t do this with me at all.” He scooted to the edge of the bed and began to pick his jeans up off my floor where they were lying next to mine.