28. Becca
TWENTY-EIGHT
BECCA
I’m on Tyler Davis’s shoulder and making a pouty face that is in no way true to how I actually feel.
“Say goodnight,” he says with a squeeze to the back of my thigh, like he’s a ventriloquist and I’m his puppet.
Still, I have to fight a moan. His callused hands feel fucking divine on me and I’m already picturing how he’ll look at me while I unbuckle his belt, when I pull him out of his pants hard and aching for me.
I don’t know what this is. I don’t know if he actually likes me. But there’s something here and every part of my body screams to release the tension.
I don’t care if it’s just sex for him. I’ve been curious about what it would be like to be with him since I was old enough to put my hands between my legs and feel something. I want this badly.
“I guess we’re leaving,” I call to our friends and family with a wave from behind his back. “Thanks for coming out!”
Whoops and hollers come from their table, and even though there are a thousand reasons why I shouldn’t enjoy this, I’m letting myself have it.
What’s the harm in letting off some steam with the guy I’m engaged to, even if it isn’t for love?
Tyler ducks, careful not to hit me anywhere on the doorframe.
“Do I get to walk on my own two legs?” I ask.
His hand creeps up the back of my thigh and his fingers sweep under the hem of my shorts. “Depends. You gonna run off or you gonna put your money where your mouth is?”
“I think it’s you that has more to prove,” I shoot back. “You’re the chickenshit.”
“What do I have to prove? I put a ring on your finger and kissed on you in front of everybody.”
“Yeah, see, husbandly duties entail a little more.”
“What, like back rubs and foot massages?”
“Oh my god,” I sigh, exasperated, but he laughs. He’s fucking with me for once.
He told Jake to pick us up at the garage, which is just a couple buildings down from the Legion. He really is carrying me all the way there. Lights brighten around me and I’m on my feet against a warm brick building. “Be good,” he says, holding his hands out to steady me.
“Why should I?” I ask and he rolls his eyes while he unlocks the garage’s door. He leans past me to turn on some lights.
“After you.”
I stroll inside, taking in the scent of motor oil and tires. He’s messing with the door and I need something to occupy myself. I walk over to the LeBaron, peeking through the passenger windows.
“She’s in pretty good shape,” I say. “Can’t believe you bought it back.”
Tyler’s footsteps sound behind me and a gentle finger moves my hair off my shoulder. Tyler’s lips and stubble coast over the crook of my neck. “Had a lot of memories in there,” he says into my skin. “Call me sentimental.”
That one night. The night when he hauled me out of a bad situation, smoked me up, and calmed me down. That couldn’t be the kind of memory he’s talking about. This can’t be real.
I handle this the only way I know how: messing with him.
“Did you lose your virginity in here, grumpy? Did you want to remember the best thirty seconds of your life?”
Electricity shoots down my body as his teeth nip under my ear, everything between my legs feeling tight and heavy. “No,” he snarls.
But I keep pushing him. Pushing him is half the fun.
“You know, I’ve been starting to think you don’t want me,” I challenge him. “All this fuss. Very little kissing. No bar bathroom adventures. How’s a girl supposed to know she’s wanted?”
A frustrated growl rumbles over my shoulder as Tyler buries his face in my neck.
“Do you have any idea, Reba?” His lips drag from the nape of my neck to my jaw. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?”
Tyler’s hands comb across my stomach, fingertips playing at the waist of my shorts. I throb with the need for him to put his hand inside, to relieve this insistent ache.
“To put my hands on you like this?” He kisses under my ear, the spot still pulsing from when he bit me there. “To be the one making you feel good?”
His scent blooms around me as heat waves from under his shirt.
“I didn’t touch you all those times I wanted to,” he says, and my heart rate must triple. “But you’re about to be my wife.”
His hands mold my waist, my hips, over the outsides of my thighs and back up again.
“Do you want me to touch you now?”
I grind my ass back against him, fighting a chill at the way his breath tickles my skin.
I nod, meeting his heavy-lidded gaze over my shoulder. “I wanted you to touch me then too.”
We ignite.
Tyler’s mouth fuses to mine while his arm snakes around my waist, the same as it did in the bar, but this time, it explores everywhere. Open-mouthed kisses travel down my neck, and my gasps and sighs make me very glad his daughter isn’t upstairs right now.
It’s just us, and this car, and those memories, and all the things we’ve done and failed to do over the years.
I moan out his name and he growls in my ear before sending his hand down my stomach and into my shorts, his hard length pressing the small of my back.
He rolls his hips against my ass, and god, if he said he wanted my asshole with that monster snake I’m feeling, I’d let him have it.
I’d let him have whatever he wants because being wanted by him is pure euphoria.
My chest presses against the passenger window, my piercings making it that much more intense.
His fingers drift over the band of my panties, then into them, swooping lower and lower until he dips into my drenched slit.
“Christ, Becca. I need you. Now.”
I spin in his arms to face him, lifting on my toes and pulling him down to me so I can kiss him, hard. My back is bowed against the car door and everything has me flustered: his scent, the way he touches me, the sheer proximity of this man who has been off-limits for me since forever.
He only has one hand on me, and when I pull away to grab a breath, he’s holding up the hand with my arousal on his fingers. He stares at it like he’s not sure what to do, panting with his lips bruised from our kisses.
“Don’t be a baby,” I say.
“What?” he asks.
“Do you not go down on girls? Lick it!”
Tyler’s tongue presses into his cheek as he pushes his two wet fingers between my lips. As I’m sucking my own taste off his fingers, he speaks.
“I don’t want that to be my first taste of my wife.”
His fingers withdraw from my mouth and he lifts me off my feet, walking to the front of the car and depositing me on the hood.
I barely have a second before he kisses me again.
He lays his weight into the cradle of my hips, a delicious burn from the inner thigh stretch.
I grind against his hardness there and he groans into my open lips.
He breaks our kiss and suspends his face just over mine, mischievous dark eyes dancing.
“Are you still pierced?”
I bite my lip and grin up at him before I flick my top’s straps from my shoulders. “Go find out for yourself.”
Tyler chuckles against my neck as he kisses downward, dragging his lips across my chest. “There’s something in the way,” he murmurs before he tears at the hem of my corset, exposing both my breasts and the barbells through my nipples.
A satisfied hum comes from his throat before he pulls one of the forever-beaded peaks into his mouth.
He tongues on the piercings, gently at first, then getting harsher with his teeth.
“Oh my god, Ty.”
“Do they feel good?” he asks.
“Mhmm.” I nod, my hips wanting to align with his again for more delicious friction.
“Good.” He moves to the other side, tongue dragging and teeth scraping, my back arching in response.
He stands straight at the front of the car, looking me over: hands over my head, tits out, legs spread to fit him between them.
“The real question is,” he lifts my right leg and kisses my calf above my white cowboy boot, “do you want to leave these boots on,” he kisses the inside of my knee and down my inner thigh, “while I take care of you?”
I gasp when his fingers hook into the crotch of my shorts and panties and tear them to the side, unveiling my soaked pussy. “What do you think I should do?” I ask.
He stands back again and palms his erection in his jeans, squeezing while he tilts his head back, considering me.
“Leave them on.” He leans forward, walking his hands up either side of me. “I want to feel them on my back while I’m buried in you.”
Excitement washes over my whole body as I giggle. “I thought you weren’t going to fuck me.”
“I’m not going to fuck you,” he says as his shoulders settle under my thighs. “My mouth is.” He takes a long inhale with his face right over my center. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this.”
Before I can question whether he’s waited to go down on anyone or to go down on me specifically, his tongue takes a long drag from my core to above my clit. My heels grind into the hood and my thighs buckle as I lift my bottom with a moan.
“Don’t ruin my pretty car,” he says, planting his hands on top of my thighs and bringing them closer to his head. “Dig into my back.”
“I’m too heavy,” I object. “It’ll leave a bruise.”
“Good. I want to feel all of you.”
I whimper like I’m at the top of a rollercoaster and afraid of what comes next.
He doesn’t make it easy on me. Tyler blows a cool stream of air from the top to bottom of my slit, eyes floating up to check my reaction about halfway down.
My hamstrings burn with the strain of how hard I’m pressing into his back.
My eyes squeeze shut until a gentle finger swipes through me, then circles my clit.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
He chuckles against my center, switching to use his thumb instead. He waits until I look at him to shake his head. “I finally get my turn. I’m going to take my time.”
“Your turn? What, like I’m some toy?”
In fairness, I have been that toy, and Tyler has watched me be that toy before. I’ve enjoyed that role, but with Tyler, I expect more.
I don’t have to demand it, because he gives me more.
“No.” I feel the gust of his incredulous laugh against my wetness. “Becca, you’re the prize.”
His tongue lays into me again and again, and as he requested, I writhe against his face. He sucks my clit so hard I’m afraid I’ll explode on the spot. My instinct is to fight it, to make it last, and Tyler must feel me resisting.
“If you get close, baby, give in. Tell me what you like and take what’s yours. I’ll get you another.”
It’s the first time he’s ever called me baby. He called CJ “sweetheart.” He calls Ellie “shug.”
I’m his only baby.
I gasp and grab his dark blonde locks, feeling his smile as he gives me more of what I need, responding to every roll of my hips, every breath held and moan released.
I’ve had good partners. Great partners. Amazing partners. Partners I loved and partners for the night.
None of them could hold a candle to how Tyler is treating me right now: listening, immersing himself, savoring. I crunch up my abs, release on the horizon when Tyler starts to get loud. His breath is more stilted, his groans turning deeper.
He’s getting too cranked up.
“I’m so close, Tyler, please.” Never knew I’d ever beg Tyler for anything, but here we are.
He groans against me and I thread my fingers in his hair, holding his head steady while he sucks and I work my hips.
I’m almost there when his tongue licks up just right, but the second I let go he’s standing straight.
“Fuck. Fuck.” He rushes to undo his belt buckle and zipper. “I’m gonna come in my fucking pants.”
I’m dazed, still deep in my orgasm, and he’s frantic to free himself from his pants. “I can see you coming,” he whines. “God, Becca, you’re so pretty.”
“Holy shit,” I squeak as he gets his cock out just in time for his release to spring from his tip and onto the hood of the car.
His hands grasp the tops of my thighs as he comes, leaving marks that I just want more of.
His gorgeous grunts and groans make me feel like the prettiest girl in the world, the most wanted.
It’s deliciously obscene, my arousal on his gaping lips, his eyes flashing over my body, his shoulders hunched as shot after shot pours out of him.
Some of it lands on my pussy and shorts, and I crave more, wanting to be completely covered in the evidence of his pleasure.
I smile up at him and we share a disbelieving laugh while he slowly pumps the last drops of his release.
His eyes go wide when he looks down at my shorts.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I was trying not to mess up my pants and I messed up yours,” he says, looking around for something to clean up with. “I can’t believe I almost got off in my damn pants.”
My heart races from the thrill of it. “You weren’t even touching yourself.”
“Yeah, well. Sorry. You were hot.”
I sit up as my peak ebbs, grabbing his hand on top of my thigh. “Don’t be sorry. I love it. And this,” I gesture to the wreckage, “is fine. I have an IUD.”
We look together at the mess we made and laugh.
The hood of the car is painted with his release and mine, my pussy bearing the proof of how much he loved eating me out.
I’ve had people get off watching me with someone else or watching me touch myself, but I don’t know that I’ve ever had anyone get off just because they loved pleasing me that much.
He dips to kiss me, and I slip our joined hands between my legs to let him rub our cum around. His head sags back on his shoulders when he feels our wetness, his starry eyes gazing down at me. “You’re perfect, Reba.” He smiles into a sweet kiss. “So fucking perfect.”
Our kisses are languid and sloppy but he starts to put me on my back again. I lift a brow at him and he grins wide. “I promised you more than one.”
His mouth is back on my chest when his phone rings. He stiffens, and I try to figure out what he’s thinking. He looks at me pleadingly.
“Get it,” I say, shooing him with my hand.
He tightens his jaw and scrunches his face before he props a hand on the hood and pulls his phone out of his pocket.
“Everything okay?” His eyes instantly go worried. “Aw, shug, don’t cry. Why aren’t you asleep?”
I hear Darcy’s aunt explaining the situation and Tyler squeezes his eyes shut.
“You know what, I’m right by the shop so I can run upstairs and get Pussy 2.
Pussy’s not too lonely, I promise. I’ll be home so soon and I’ll have Pussy 2 with me.
Okay? I know, shug, don’t cry. Daddy’ll be there soon. I love you.”
He hangs up and rushes to tuck himself back into his pants, his cold demeanor returning in full force. “Her other octopus is still here.” He flexes his hands looking at our mess and I wave him on.
“Go. I’ll clean up and call Darcy to come get us. And we can rain check on the other thing.”
Tyler’s dark eyes and curt nod tell me there’s not going to be a rain check.