46. Becca
FORTY-SIX
BECCA
Tyler closes Ellie’s bedroom door, looking down at the monitor in his hand to confirm she doesn’t stir at the sound. He slumps against the wall next to her door, reaching to grab my hand. His lips tip up and he leans his head against the wall, looking at me adoringly.
“Hey,” he says, a flirting lilt to his voice.
“Hi.” I admire his smile in the low light coming up from downstairs. I grin as he dips to kiss me, slow and sensual.
“I had fun tonight. You have great friends.”
“Yeah?” I ask.
Tyler’s eyes widen. “I mean, not like that. Not like we used to . . . yeah. It would be really weird to share with them. Fuck, that sounds like I’ve been thinking about it.
” Tyler tugs at the collar of his shirt and looks toward the ceiling, like he’s about to say something big. “I don’t want to share you.”
This probably is big for him, and I want to give him the space to talk through it. “No?”
“No. I know we used to do that stuff, and it was really hot, but I need more now. From you. I need to be your only one. I can’t—”
I decide to spare his feelings. He’s losing his cool, quite literally. “Tyler?”
He clears his throat. “Yeah?”
I squeeze his hand. “You are my only one. I don’t want to share you.” I rise on my toes and loop my arms around his neck. “With anyone.”
“Thank fuck,” he breathes.
We sink into a hot, wet kiss and I squeak when he lifts me by my ass, his mouth trailing down my neck.
“But I do miss getting double dicked.”
Tyler freezes at my words, jerkily pulling back so he can look at me. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I don’t . . . want to deprive you of something you want, Becca.”
I wiggle to get him to set me back on the floor, and his hands come to rest on my waist. “Come with me. I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”
I lead him by the hand to my room and turn on a lamp. Tyler sets the baby monitor on my dresser and looks behind the door like he’s expecting someone to pop out of there. “Who?”
I smirk as I slide open my nightstand drawer. One by one, I pull out my collection of sex toys: a wand vibrator, one with clit suction, a standard bullet, a butt plug that makes him groan and rub the front of his jeans, and finally, a nice eight-inch dildo.
He rubs a hand over his face and laughs, almost hysterically. “I really thought somebody was going to be sitting in here. I thought I was going to be sick.”
“That bad, huh?”
He lifts one hand and flaps his jaw. “I just want to be enough for you. You mean so much to me, but the more I think about it, I can’t do that. Not with you. And I think I’ve always known that.”
I shake my head. “You don’t have to.”
“But . . . did you with Stone?”
“Share people?” I ask.
Tyler raises his eyebrows. “People?”
I nod. “It was usually another guy, but one time it was a woman. He got really insecure about it, and that’s what ended us.”
Tyler draws in a breath and nods. “That explains the dumbass comment he made the night we got engaged.”
I blow a raspberry. “I don’t want to know. Can we not talk about him anymore? I mean, if there’s anything you want to know, I’m an open book, but he’s out of my life for a reason. A lot of reasons.”
Tyler steps to my side and wraps his arms around me. “Yeah. Of course. I’m not worried about Stone.”
I crane my neck to look up at him and tap his nose. “You’re the only one who matters.”
Tyler grins into a kiss, which we finish with a tight hug. “I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too. Big time.”
With another peck, he turns to look over the toy collection on the bed. “So. Which is your favorite?”
I tip my head from side to side. “They all have their merits.”
He twists his lips, thinking. “And you miss getting double dicked.”
“Uh huh,” I agree. I want him to make the choices here, because I’m comfortable with any of them. If he chooses, he’ll be comfortable.
He picks up the dildo, testing its weight in his hand. He leans to make sure Ellie is still asleep on the baby monitor, which she is. “I think I’m feeling pretty damn creative. And I think you might need some payback for making me crawl at the Rossetti farm.”
I can’t stop smiling, wiggling my shoulders. “We value creativity here at Becca’s Peckers.”
“I’m a little nervous,” he admits.
“I think whatever you come up with is going to be great. Just like all the other times, we stop whenever one of us needs a break.”
“Sounds good to me.” His face goes more serious, but his lips curl into a smirk. “You made me get on my knees earlier. Now it’s your turn.”
“Is it?” I challenge him with an innocent look.
He licks his lips and pushes on my shoulder. “Mmhmm. Open wide.”
My gaze doesn’t leave his as I lower to the floor and drop my jaw. He feeds the dildo between my lips. I don’t flinch when I gag, eyes watering and drool rolling down my chin.
“Good,” he whispers. “Get him nice and wet, baby. You’re going to need it.”
Lust pounds through me as he corkscrews the toy in and out of my mouth, alternating shallow thrusts with deeper ones.
I gag and splutter while Tyler issues quiet reassurances.
He kneels by my side and his hand coasts over my ass to dip between my legs.
I’m still wearing jeans, and I grind back against his hand, begging for some relief.
“Does this get you all wet, wife? Gagging on cock? Do you wish it was mine in your throat?”
I moan, eyes rolling back as a deep push into my mouth makes warmth gush between my legs.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get your chance.”
He rips the toy from between my lips and I suck in air, completely unrestricted now.
He smacks the suction cup at the end of the dildo against the floor, making it stick up, ready for a ride.
He pulls his shirt off with one smooth motion and leans across the bed, grabbing two pillows.
He puts one on either side of the dildo.
“Clothes off,” he barks, and that stern tone almost guarantees that when I drop my panties, my inner thighs might be wet too.
Tyler watches hungrily as I rush to take my clothes off, squeezing his straining erection through his jeans. His gaze combs over every movement and freshly revealed inch of skin.
“Leave the socks and underwear on,” he says, once I’m down to just those and my underwear. “And take me out.”
I knew he could be like this, and I’ve been patiently waiting to see if Tyler would reclaim this side of himself, the one running the show. I’m more than happy to do either role, but he really shines as a Dominant.
“Now,” he emphasizes, snapping and pointing to his feet.
I scramble to kneel in front of him, frantically unbuttoning his jeans, shoving them down, and lowering the waistband of his boxer briefs. The scent of his arousal has my mouth watering all over again, a bead of precum begging to be licked away trailing down his cock.
I kiss the tip and again under the head, sighing when I flatten my tongue against his shaft and get that first delicious taste.
The taste of the man who will forever be mine.
His hand drops to play with my nipples, and he hums when I grind my hips against the air, craving more.
“These tits would look so good painted in me.” I couldn’t agree more, so I seal my lips around his tip and suck, laving my tongue over his slit. He groans as his thumb skates along my hollowed out cheeks. “But I love filling this pretty mouth too.”
I start to bob my head, wanting that, him, everywhere: on me, inside me, spilling out of me.
“Especially when it gets sassy with me.”
I look up at him defiantly, and he gathers my hair and pulls me off his dick.
“Go sit on that cock so I can fuck this gorgeous face.”
Winded, I crawl over to where the dildo protrudes from my bedroom floor, planting my knees on each pillow.
It’s little touches like this that show me he cares, that no matter how domineering he’s being, my safety and comfort come first. He sees my depravity and matches it, pushing our limits together to find that thrilling edge.
Tyler discards the rest of his clothes and comes to meet me where I’m getting arranged on the floor. I tip forward to spit on the dildo and am surprised when Tyler’s fingers clutch my chin.
“Don’t act like that greedy little pussy isn’t already drenched from sucking my cock.”
He narrows his eyes and crouches in the small space between the bed and where I am on the floor, reaching between my legs.
His middle and ring fingers glide easily down my center, a thick, wet sound echoing in the room when he taps my soaked underwear.
He moves them aside and inserts his fingers, curling them and rocking them back and forth, fast.
“Tyler,” I whimper.
He grips my chin once more as I’m struggling to not completely dissolve here on the floor.
“You thought you needed to be wet, huh? Listen to you.”
Squelching slaps permeate the air with each time the heel of his hand bumps my clit, his fingers pumping relentlessly inside me.
I hold his shoulders for balance, feeling what’s coming.
I’m struck by the freckles on his shoulders, by the intense way he watches me, by the smell of his skin and my heat and the all-encompassing sense that this is what makes life worth living, the peak of humanity.
“You wanted to call me Big Daddy? Then make a mess for me.”
I gasp, little shocked moans escaping my lips as everything releases: a rush of wetness, my heartbeat in every single part of my body, and an orgasm that has to have caused an earthquake with its force.
Tyler smashes his lips to mine, and I’m so deeply overwhelmed, pleasure, joy, and love all swirling together as he kisses me back down to earth. I’m desperate as I throw my arms around his shoulders and hold my elbows, clinging to him like a lifeline.
When we finally pull back, I’m breathless and smiling, laughing off the high. “I don’t even have a daddy kink. I just called you that to get on your nerves.”
He looks at the mess on the floor and on his hand. “You sure?”