Tyler #3
Something between fear and relief flickered in her eyes before she pulled me in by the neck and kissed me like she needed to drown the last twenty-four hours out of her system.
I kissed her back with everything I had, showing her the ache she’d left in my chest. If I could just get deep enough, she’d feel the truth I couldn't find the words for. My heart was thundering against hers, and before I could stop myself, the words I’d been hoarding finally spilled out.
“Fuck, Orla…” My voice cracked. I didn’t care. “I love you. I’m so fucking in love with you it’s tearing me apart.”
Her tear soaked eyes flew open, and for a second I thought I’d ruined it. Then she let out a broken sound between a sob and a laugh, and whispered against my mouth, “I love you too, Tyler. God, I love you.”
The last of my control shattered the moment those three words left her lips. I scooped her up by the thighs, her legs wrapping tight around my waist.
“Tyler, where are we going?”
“No door, baby. If anyone sees what I’m about to do to you, we’ll both be on the front page.”
She gasped. “They’re going to fine you for the door.”
“Fuck it. Worth it.”
I carried her across the hall, breaking our kiss only long enough to jam the keycard into the lock. The second the door closed behind us, we came undone. Her breath caught, nails digging into my shoulders
I slid my hand under her shorts, beneath the fabric of her panties, finding her already hot and swollen for me. “Jesus, baby… all this for me?”
“Tyler...” she whimpered.
I eased my fingers over her slowly, working my way into her tight pussy, teasing strokes until her hips were grinding helplessly into my hand. “Say it,” I murmured in her ear.
“Yes,” she gasped. “All for you.”
“Good. Because I’m about to ruin you for ever doubting me.” My voice was almost a growl against her skin. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t even remember why you were mad.”
She gave a shaky but desperate laugh. “You’re all talk.”
That lit something feral in me. My mouth found her jaw, my words hot against her skin. “Oh, sweetheart…you’re about to find out just how wrong you are.”
I pulled my hand free, hooked my fingers into the side of her thong and eased it down slowly giving her time to breathe in sharply before the lace slid away.
She gasped, but I was already guiding her to the edge of the bed, settling her on her back and spreading her knees like she was mine to claim.
“Look at you,” I said, stroking along the inside of her thigh. “Already worked up for me and I’ve barely touched you.”
She bit her lip with nothing but want in her eyes.
I dropped to my knees, dragging my mouth up her thigh until my tongue finally found her dripping pussy.
My tongue trailed gently along her clit, flicking back and forth just how I knew she liked.
She cried out, grabbing my hair like she couldn’t decide if she wanted me closer or to save herself from falling apart already.
I took my time giving long, slow licks mixed with quick, sharp flicks until her thighs were trembling around my head.
“You gonna come for me already, baby?”
“Yes…oh, fuck….ohhh.”
I pulled back right before she toppled over the edge. She whined, breathless, but I was already standing, pushing her gently onto her back.
“Not yet,” I rasped, stripping off my shorts, my cock heavy and already leaking against her. “I want it when I’m inside you.”
I crawled over her, the blunt head of my cock nudging her entrance. My chest heaved as I stared deep into her eyes. She was breathless, panting.
“Please, Tyler,” she whispered. “Please fuck me.”
“I need your eyes on me,” I said. “I want you to see exactly who you belong to.”
She didn’t break eye contact, she was glowing with need. I pushed in slowly, stretching her around my hard length until I was buried to the hilt and her nails clawed into my back.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groaned, pulling out slowly before driving back in harder, my breath heavy against her ear. “This is mine, Orla. No one else touches you. No one else gets this. Ever.”
She cried out, heels digging into my ass, dragging me deeper. “Faster.”
I obeyed, hips snapping into hers, the bed creaking beneath us.
“Tell me you’ll never doubt me again.”
“I won’t…fuck… I won’t,” she moaned, pleasure reverberating off the walls.
“Good girl.” My hand slipped between us, fingers circling that spot I knew by heart. “Come for me, Orla, I’m desperate for it.”
Her whole body went rigid, the sound that tore from her throat muffled against my shoulder as she clenched the inner walls around me, pulsing so hard around my cock I nearly lost it then and there. I kept moving, grinding her through it until she was shaking under me.
“Too much…” she gasped.
“Never too much.” I smirked.
My mouth claimed hers, hungry and filthy, before I flipped us so she was astride me.
“Ride me, baby,” I rasped, hands gripping her hips. “I want to watch you come undone.”
Her palms splayed on my chest, hair falling wildly down her back as she sank onto me again, sharply inhaling with euphoria taking every inch. The sight wrecked me.
“That’s it,” I said, sinking deeper into her, as she rolled her hips greedily. “Show me how much you missed me.”
She moved faster, chasing it, head tipping back, moaning my name. I held her there, thrusting up to meet her, every muscle strung tight.
“Tyler… ” she gasped, voice cracking. “Ah, I’m…”
“Give it to me,” I groaned. “Come for me again, O. I’ve got you.”
Her walls clamped around me, her whole body shuddering as she shattered for the second time, collapsing against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us back over, driving into her with a few rough, helpless thrusts I couldn’t have stopped if I’d tried.
“Fuck, Orla…”
I buried myself as deep as I could and spilled my load into her in long hot spurts with a guttural groan, holding her so tight she couldn’t move even if she wanted to.
When the tremors eased, I stayed inside her, forehead pressed to hers, both of us breathless in the dark. “You’re it for me, O,” I whispered hoarsely. “Always. No fucking headlines, no doubts. Just us.”
Her fingers threaded into my hair, tugging me into a slow, messy kiss. Tears clung to her lashes, but her voice was as certain as I’d ever heard it be.
“I know,” she whispered. “I believe you.”