Teach Me

Chapter 21

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"Happy Birthday!" I yell as Ty walks into the room.

He chuckles pulling out his earbuds walking closer to the bed. "Thank you pet" he pecks my lips. "Are you a part of this cake too?" he eyes the small ice cream cake sitting on my lap.

"Stop being a freak."

"It's my birthday, right?"

"And also Jesus's so no I'm not a part of the cake." I swear, I can't even do anything nice for the guy without his mind going straight to the gutter. I light the candles, "make a wish."

"For what? You already denied it."

"You can't be serious."

He shrugs, "I want what I want baby."

I roll my eyes, "blow out the fucking candles Titus."

He smirks, "I mean if I wait then you'll have no choice but to be a part of it."

I glare at him, "I'll blow the shit out myself."

He shakes his head before blowing out the candles. "Happy?"

I move the cake to the nightstand before reaching into the draw pulling out three boxes and a card. "Here. Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas."

"Thank you."

I watch as he opens the first box, reveling the black Cuban linked bracelet. He mentioned he was thinking about getting a new bracelet and since I didn't have a clue what else to get him, I thought it'd be good. He opens the second one revealing black cufflinks with his initials in white. And finally, the last box which is a black and gold watch. I really wanted Ty's gifts to be from my wallet. I know he says his money is my money but buying his gifts with it just felt wrong. I made sure to get things within my sole income budget. Though I think I get paid fairly more being the owner's boyfriend and all, but I won't complain.

"Thank you pet, I appreciate it" He kisses me again.

"You're welcome Ty."

He eyes me, "I didn't see any recent purchases on our statements."

"Don't ruin Christmas. I swear we have to be the only couple that argues about not spending money."

He laughs, "I think you take me for a joke pet."

I pull him closer to me by his neck, "Ty, I don't. I'll spend the money when I need to alright." I kiss him softly, "the cake is melting, would you like some now?"

He nods, "only if it's off you."

I can't help rolling my eyes, "alright fine." He grins widely dimples showing before quickly tossing off his clothes.

I can't help my groan falling against his chest. We're sweaty and sticky and it's not just from his fucking cake that seems to be covered in our bedsheets. "Are you going to make me say I love you every time we have sex?" I ask once I catch my breath.

He shrugs stroking my back gently, "at least for the first year."

I quickly sit up looking at him, "you can't be serious?"

He laughs, "yes, is it so wrong that I like hearing you say it?"

"I guess not."

He pecks my lips, "good, then shut up."

"Stop that" I hiss when I feel him twitch inside me.

He groans, "I just can't get enough of you."

"Ty" I moan feeling him harden once more in me. "I'd like to be able to walk at dinner." We've spent the morning fucking around with ice cream cake. Then to make matters worst at one point he was so deep in me I could feel him in my fucking throat. He had me on all fours with my legs closed while he fucked the shit out of me. I won't lie and say the shit wasn't earthshattering. I never knew it was possible to be that deep into someone, and it wasn't like he was going slow and steady, no he was trying to kill me. Fuck, now I'm hard again.