Page 76 of Angels Fall

He laughs a little, pulling out of the kiss. “I love surprises.”

My tongue slips out between my teeth like a secret. Sweeps against my upper lip. Which I think he loves, because both hands grip my breasts harder.

“But first,” I say, looking up at the security cameras as I slip my jacket off, “I need to know if those are on.”

Tyler glances up at one nearby and shakes his head. “Apparently there’s been a minor malfunction in the security control room.”

“Has there?” I tease back.

He nods. “Some kind of electromagnetic interference, I’ve been told. So, unfortunately, no. They’re not on.”

“Well, that’s too bad. I was hoping you had plans to bribe that guy outside to get a copy of what’s coming next.”

“What’s coming next?” he breathes.

Sex, obviously. But I like this new easy relationship we’re developing. The teasing. The jokes. The flirting. So I say, “Let’s call it Tyler Morgan’s Tunnel Fantasy.”

He laughs. Just a little chuckle that says he’s ready to play along. “OK, sounds good, let’s definitely call it that.”

I slip my hands up my shirt, grab both of his, and slide them back down as I step backwards, my gaze never leaving his face. And then I laugh. Because I can’t not laugh.

He cocks his head, still grinning. “Maddie?”

I let go of his hands and hold up a finger. Then I slip my t-shirt over my head. My breasts are exposed, my nipples peaking in the chilly tunnel air, my bra pulled down, which pushes them up and makes them even more spectacular than they normally are.

Tyler’s hard-on—which never completely faded on the trip down—presses against his jeans. His thick shaft outlined underneath the denim. His eyes not on mine now, but right where they need to be.

I bend down, never taking my eyes off Tyler, pick up my backpack, and open the zip.

“Jesus, Maddie. You’re grinning like a fuckin’ kid on Christmas. What could possibly be in that—” But then I pull it out and he says, “Ohhhh,” blinks at me, grins wider, if that’s even possible, and tilts his head again, as if to say, You sure about this?

I nod my head, stroking the soft, rust-colored fur of the fox tail butt plug. “So sure, Mr. Morgan. And look, I have these too!” I pull out the little furry ears and slip the headband over my hair. “I’m a little fox,” I purr. “All I need is my tail.”

Tyler slips one hand under his arm, while the other hand covers his mouth to hide the chuckle. But he’s the one who looks like a kid on Christmas now.

“Here,” I say, handing him the tail. He takes it, his hands automatically stroking the fur, just like I did, and I begin to unbutton my pants.

“Where did you—?“

I’m the one who tilts my head now. “I’m a stripper, Ty. I have people. You seemed to like the one I found in my mom’s closet. Maybe a little too much.” I waggle my eyebrows at him. “Your first and only experience with a fox tail cannot be imagining my mother. So I thought to myself, Madison, what could you possibly do to wipe that thought from Tyler’s mind?” I grin. Wide. “So here we are. Surprise!”

“Here we are,” he says, staring at the furry tail while his free hand unconsciously reaches down to grab his cock. “Surprise.”

I’m already kicking off my shoes and unbuttoning my jeans. Zipper down, wiggling them over my hips, stepping out, before he even has a chance to catch up. I fuckin’ love that for once, Tyler Morgan is speechless.

And just as that thought leaves my mind, he snaps out of it and crosses the short distance between us in one step, both hands reaching for the elastic of my panties. The tail brushes against my bare thigh as he drags them down my legs and I have to close my eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling.

I step out of the panties, the heat between my legs building as I reach for the thick outline of Tyler’s cock under his jeans.

“Fuck,” he mutters as I squeeze him. “Have you ever done this before?”

“Not a fox tail,” I say, turning my back to him and pressing my ass against his cock. “But I can’t wait to try it with you.” I wiggle a little, which makes him brush the hair off the side of my neck and kiss me just below the ear. His arms wrap around my body, the soft fur caressing my ribs as he lifts my breasts up and grips them until I moan.

“Maddie,” he whispers through the kisses on my neck. One hand slips down between my legs, his fingertips pressing against my clit.

I bend over slightly to keep his attention on my ass. He grips both my hips and bumps me back into him, muttering out a soft, “Fuck,” as he grinds against me.

My hand takes the place of his, and even though I know I’m fuckin’ horny—practically vibrating with anticipation—the wetness I find between my legs is surprising. I play with myself until I’m practically gushing, then reach for the lube in the discarded backpack near my feet.