Not Yet: Tyler's POV (bonus chapter)

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WARNING: This chapter contains mature 18+ content, so read at your own discretion. This is my first mature scene so I hope you enjoy it! Also this is a time skip to events happening after the epilogue.

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My body was heavy with exhaustion as I rode the elevator up to the apartment.

The sun had long retired below the horizon, yet you wouldn't know it due to the lights that shone brightly from the tall buildings in the windy city. I wanted to do nothing more than lay with my boyfriend and our cat Frittata and watch something stupid on TV to get my mind off of my stressful day.

It had been my first week at my internship working for a local recording studio, Windy Town Sound, though I wasn't doing what I really wanted to do, which was shadowing producers and writers. I was working as a social media intern, taking photos and videos of artists, and pitching posts to garner more hype. The job sounded easy enough, but the delicate balance of being there without being there and distracting the artists or getting them out of their zone was hard. The only good side was that I got to get content of the artists working with producers, so I got to listen in on a few things, but other than that, it was exhausting.

Thank God it was summer and I didn't have classes to worry about.

Before long, a low ding filled the air, indicating that I'd arrived at my floor before the doors lazily slid open. I wasted no time hurrying out before I made my way to the end of the hall, where those I loved waited for me.

I easily unlocked the door and slid into the apartment, tugging off the tie I was wearing as I did so. "Addi? Tesoro, sono a casa (Baby, I'm home)." I kicked my shoes off and placed them in the shoe holder we kept next to the door.

"Sono qui (I'm in here)," he called from deeper in the apartment, likely the living room. Just the sound of his voice relaxed me and made me feel at home.

I walked through the narrow hallway out into the connected kitchen/ living room, and a breath caught in my throat as I took in the scene in front of me. At our small dining room table, Addison had set up a cute dinner for the two of us complete with the atmospheric candles that littered the space, a vase of roses in the middle of the table, and soft instrumental music playing from our smart TV. He was standing over the stove mixing something in a pot wearing a simple dress shirt and slacks that hugged his ass perfectly. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his tattoo sleeves that were almost completed. His muscles rippled as he moved and I honestly could've stood there all day watching him. By the heavenly smell that hung in the air, I could tell he made my favorite: Tagliatelle alla Bolognese.

Once he heard me, he turned around and a beautiful smile took refuge on his face. Over the past few months, he'd decided to grow out his facial hair, something he'd refused to do from senior year in high school through the middle of sophomore year in college, but now that I've seen him with it, I never wanted him to go back. He looked sexy as hell.

"Hey, baby," he said as I walked over to him before I placed a quick peck on his lips.

"Hey, what's all this?"

He shrugged as he turned back to his work. "Well, you just finished your first week at the studio and I'm beyond proud of you. So, to celebrate, I wanted to spoil you a little bit."

I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him from behind. "Well, I appreciate you, baby. But you didn't have to go through all of this. Some left overs on the couch with you and Fritz would've sufficed."

"But I don't want to suffice, Tyler. I want to excel."

I playfully rolled my eyes. "Okay, okay. Like I said, I appreciate it. Speaking of, where's my baby? He didn't greet me at the door the way he usually does."

"He's with Lilliana. I just wanted to focus on us tonight, and Frittata is an attention whore."

I laughed. Frittata was very needy, especially for a cat. But Lilliana, our classmate that lived two floors above us, loved watching him whenever we needed to, and it helped that Fritz liked her too. I suspected that it was because she gave him extra treats.

"Now sit down. I can't focus with you holding me like that. I'll be done in a few minutes, just wash your hands and sit at the table."

"Whatever you say, Captain."

I placed a light kiss on his cheek before I did as I was told, enjoying the show he was effortlessly putting on as he worked. Before long, he approached me with a bottle of wine in one hand and both of our plates in the other, a balancing act I couldn't comprehend the physics of despite the numerous times he'd done it. I quickly got up and grabbed the plates, afraid he was going to drop them, regardless of his unblemished track record.

"Wine?" He offered as I put the plates on the table and I nodded. He filled our glasses up before he placed the bottle down. We both sat down and simply stared at each other, and I definitely knew that I was smiling like an idiot, but I didn't care.

My brain couldn't process how incredibly lucky I was to be the one that Addison Michael Bruno-Williams loved. He was perfect and gorgeous and the most caring person I'd ever met. I'd given up long ago trying to figure out how he could be so patient with me during my bipolar and depressive episodes, I was just glad he was.

I loved him so much.

He offered me his hands, palms up, signifying that he was preparing to say grace. I held onto his hands and closed my eyes as I bowed my head. "Benedici, Signore, noi e questi tuoi doni, che stiamo per ricevere dalla tua generosita. Per Cristo nostro Signore, Amen (Lord, blesses and these gifts of yours, which we are about to receive from your generosity. For Christ our Lord. Amen)."

"Amen," I echoed as I lifted my head and opened my eyes.

Addison grabbed his wine glass and lifted it, a beautiful smile on his gorgeous face. "To surviving the first week."

"To surviving the first week," I repeated with a chuckle before we clinked glasses and took sips. "How was work today?" I asked as we started digging into our food.

He shrugged. "Nothing too crazy. I looked over potential covers today and went to a bunch of meetings, no manuscripts though." Addison had started working at a publishing company. It was paid, like mine, but unlike mine, he was actually enjoying himself while I was trying to find the good in taking photos of people I didn't know and promoting music that I didn't care for. "Michael wanted me to tell you he says hi. He misses you."

I laughed. "Tell him I said hi. I'll come back around whenever I can, no promises though." Michael was Addison's boss that I'd met a few times when I'd visit Addison or bring him lunch. He was a charming guy with really cool anime tattoos. He was in his mid-30s and was married to his husband of eleven years with an adorable five-year-old son, Mika. He'd always make it a point to chat with me and complain about Addison whenever I came around.

As we ate, we continued talking about whatever aspects of life we wanted to, from work to the school year we'd just finished, to the trip we were taking down to Florida to meet up with our parents to take Serenity to Disney World (despite the fact I keep telling my father that she's too young and won't remember anything). Before long, we ended up side by side in the kitchen cleaning the dishes together, the way we always did.

"Thank you for dinner, Romeo. I loved it, and you did an amazing job per usual," I said once we were done and I'd finished drying my hands.

"You're welcome, baby. You know I'd do anything for you," he said as he too finished drying his hands.

"I'd do anything for you too," I softly said as I wrapped my arms around his waist and shamelessly grabbed his ass before I pulled him toward me so our hips were pressed together. He smiled up at me through his thick curtain of lashes in a way that he knew drove me wild. "Do you have any plans for dessert?"

He feigned a look of thought. "I think you can take care of that." With that, he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my lips down to his. I smiled against his soft lips before I effortlessly lifted him onto the counter, the kiss becoming more dangerous with each passing second.

I started messily unbuttoning his shirt as I started kissing his neck, and he didn't even try to hide the groans that resonated deep within his chest. "Right there," he softly said as I kissed the soft spot right below his jaw. I obliged and started mercilessly attacking it.

I loved the way my mark looked on his neck, and though they were a pain to cover up, he liked it too.

His breathing became heavy as I slid his shirt off of his shoulders, all while I continued kissing him. I felt him getting hard against me as his grip on the back of my neck became tighter and he pushed his neck deeper into my mouth. His other hand slid between us and gently started stroking my erection. I groaned into his neck as bolts of pleasure moved through me. Liking my reaction, he continued on, going slightly faster but not going beyond teasing me. He wanted this to last.

"My God, Addison," I groan as I moved from his neck back to his lips and picked him off of the countertop and into the bedroom. We quickly reduced one another to our underwear as our kisses became sloppier and hungrier.

I started kissing down his chest as I laid him down on the bed, including right over his heart that had a tattoo of a stick figure house I'd terribly drawn over it. His breath hitched once I made it to his lower stomach, right above his briefs that were restricting his raging boner. Instead of going straight where he wanted me to, I decide to tease him. I started working his inner thighs, running my lips and tongue across the sensitive flesh as I used the palm of my hand to massage his erection. I watched him struggle to contain himself as his muscles tensed beneath my mouth. As I did so, I used the other hand to easily slip off my boxers so I wouldn't have to waste time later.

"Tyler," he said, his voice tense with the tone of a beg.

"Say it." My voice was low and dark as I instructed him before I kissed his inner thigh again, looking up at him as I did so.

"Please, Tyler. Please." His voice was so strained that I could tell that I was really torturing him.

"Bravo ragazzo (good boy)," I said, knowing that Addison loved praise. An adorable blush stained his cheeks, despite the numerous times I'd said variants of the same phrase to him. I gave him a mischievous smile before I gently placed a kiss on his throbbing hard-on through his briefs then I finally slid them off.

I used my spit as lubricant as I ran my hand up and down his length, causing soft gasps to push past his lips as he threw his head back and screwed his eyes tight. I alternated between a slight twisting motion and using my thumb to rub the tip the way I knew he really liked; bringing him close to coming, but not letting him get quite there. I wanted him to feel really good as a thank you for what he'd done for me, so I was in no rush.

After a little bit, I finally did what I knew he wanted me to. I ran my tongue up his base, causing him to slightly twitch as he got more aroused before I took the head in my mouth. Another groan escaped his mouth as he arched his back while I used my tongue to encircle the head and used my hand to continue stroking him.

I used a delicate balance of sucking and licking as my head started moving up and down, getting him from tip to base. "Tyler," he breathed as I worked, his back continuously rising and falling as I edged him. "Baby, use your tongue on the front," he breathlessly said. I knew that he liked it when I did that, in fact, that was usually the thing that made him cum, but I loved hearing him tell me. Command me. It turned me on impossibly more.

I did what I was told.

"Fuck."

I started moving faster, pulling out all of the stops and giving him exactly what he wanted.

"Fuck, right there. Don't stop!"

His back arched as a loud series of moans escaped his lips. And within seconds, his sweet release filled my mouth. But I didn't stop. I didn't even slow down. I continued on, overstimulating him. Louder moans escaped his mouth as he raised into a sitting position, his body practically curled around me.

"Ty...Ty...Tyler!" My name was broken up by gasps of pleasure. I tightly gripped his hips as they started moving against my face while he rode out his climax.

I loved this moment; when he couldn't say anything other than my name and he completely lost control of his body.

I started to slow to a stop as his orgasm came to a close, and by the time I was done, his body was shaking. I swallowed before I released him from my mouth and licked the sides of his base for any parts of his release that I'd missed.

"Fuck," he repeated as I climbed onto the bed and laid next to him. He lazily turned his head to face me. "I guess I should cook you dinner every night."

I chuckled as I shook my head and reached over to pull him closer to me. "There is no trade-off needed. Your reaction was rewarding enough."

He scoffed, though an adorable smile played on his lips. "Shut up and come here." He pulled my lips back onto his and instantly took control. I grinned against his lips as he climbed on top of me. He laced his fingers with my own as he deeply kissed me and moved his hips against mine. I shamelessly moaned into his mouth as he moved against me just right. He smiled against my lips, proud of having gotten this reaction from me before he started kissing down my neck.

He took his time with my neck since he knew that it was hyper-sensitive. The feeling of his tongue gliding across my skin and his teeth lightly nipping at my neck let me know that I was going to have hickies all over my neck tomorrow, but I didn't care. As long as I wasn't at work, I loved having his mark on me and showing people that I belonged to the work of art known as the man in my arms.

He slowly kissed down my chest, releasing one of my hands and using his newly free hand to start stroking me. A gasp of pleasure pushed past my lips as my back arched. "I wanna play a game with you, Tyler," he softly said, his tone feigning innocence. "Don't cum until I tell you to." By now his attention had fully turned to my dick that was throbbing under his touch, begging to be relieved. "Starting now."

He didn't give me a chance to fully process what was going on before he took me into his mouth, and I felt everything. Every degree of warmth that his mouth emitted, every bit of texture on the roof of his mouth, every flick his tongue did on my tip. Everything.

Unlike what I did with him, he used both of his hands to twist and stroke, something he usually didn't do but I was beyond glad he was doing it. My eyes fluttered closed as my head fell back and a series of moans escaped my mouth, unashamed and unobstructed. And as if his hands weren't doing enough, which they certainly were, he was moving his mouth on the tip in a way that I couldn't process other than the fact that it felt absolutely amazing, especially as he moved faster and faster.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, though I didn't hold him down, to let him know that he was doing it just right. "Addison," I said, my voice coming out in a strain as I felt dangerously close to releasing.

"Non ancora (Not yet)," He said after he released me from his mouth's grasp, but his hands were still going.

"Please," I begged just as he slowly ran his tongue up my length, his eyes boring into mine as he did it, turning me on beyond measure. With that, he changed his position so that he was straddling my hips, and I knew exactly what he was going to do. It was very seldom that he topped me anymore, not that I really minded, so instead, he'd command me. Dictating how fast or slow we went, how hard we went, what position and for how long. He was in control and I loved seeing the controlling side of Addison, especially in this position that we didn't do too often.

With his saliva providing more than enough lube, I positioned myself so we lined up before he slowly settled on top of me. As he slowly started riding me, a groan escaped my lips as I gripped his ass. "Fuck, you're so tight, amore mio (my love)," I praised, loving how warm and firm he was. "Quello è il mio ragazzo (That's my boy)."

A look of pride overtook his features. "Don't cum until I tell you to." And without wasting another second, he started moving faster. I followed his lead, bucking my hips to match his rhythm and intensity. Much like how I did to him, he would push me just before I felt like I was going to burst, then he'd back off and slow down.

Now it was his turn to torture me.

Moans flew from both of our lips in equal measure as we satisfied each other. After a few minutes, he finally moved his hips in a way that we both knew would end with me spent. He roughly moved his hips against mine in a way that made my body tense up in a way that it only did when I was dangerously close to releasing.

"Fuck, Addison!" I loudly groaned as I held onto him tightly.

"Non ancora," he repeated as he kept going.

My breath caught in my throat as my back arched and it was taking every ounce of willpower to hold myself together. "A...Addison please."

"Not yet." His voice came out dark and dripping with power, which unfortunately worked against me by turning me on even more.

He somehow went harder, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure. "Now!" The ending of the word hadn't even left his mouth before I'd released at the same time he did, causing him to spray onto my chest.

His name continuously tumbled past my lips as I rode out my climax. Addison kept moving his body against mine as I came, but not to the point he was overstimulating me like I had him. I wouldn't have been able to handle it.

Once we both were done, he rolled off of me. We both breathed heavily as if we'd just finished running a marathon. "You're...a fucking...sadist...Addison," I said between heavy breaths, causing him to scoff, though a knowing smile was on his lips.

"Now you know how...I feel," he made out as he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed some tissues and he started cleaning me off. I simply stared at the ceiling smiling like an idiot as he did so, trying desperately to stop shaking. I couldn't help but think back to the first night we'd slept together after Dorothea had made a "surprise visit". We'd been so scared and inexperienced back then, yet three years later, it felt as amazing as it did the first time.

"Come on, babe. Let's wash up," Addison suggested after he finished wiping me off.

"I like that idea," I said before I wrapped my arms around him and picked him up before I headed to the bathroom. I knew he was going to be at least a little bit sore tomorrow, so I wanted to keep him off of his feet for the time being. I set him on the edge of our shower tub before I ran some warm water. Once I was satisfied with its temperature, I plugged the stopper and added some bubble bath. As I waited for it to fill, I grabbed new towels for Addison and myself and grabbed my phone to connect to the speaker that sat on the corner of the sink. After tapping some buttons, soft jazz music filled the air.

By the time I was done, Addison had already stopped the water and was gently skimming the water with his fingertips, waiting for me. I climbed into the water and my body instantly relaxed before I grabbed Addison

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