Chapter 21
Twenty-One
Tyson
I hope I’m not dreaming, but if I am, I pray that I don’t wake up until I get to live out this fantasy. Blair telling me to prove it? Fuck. This is unreal.
I slept here last night, after having dinner with my parents and hanging out for as long as I could manage. When someone knocked on the door, I thought it’d be one of them—not Blair. The woman of my dreams. Giving me the chance of a lifetime.
Might be messy, this thing between us, but if she’s giving me any rope, I’m pulling it. Pulling her to me. Making it known what I want.
Her.
All of her.
No matter what.
Blair stands in front of me, her chest moving with quick breaths, and she bites her lip. It makes my dick twitch and I know I’m about to be hard. Every inch of her, I want to kiss. Touch. Lick. Suck. I’ve thought about what would happen if we ever jumped in, the places I’d start. The things I’d do.
No time like the present.
I pick her up again, letting her wrap her legs around my waist, my dick pressing into her.
“I can feel you,” she teases, putting a kiss on my neck.
I slowly set her down on the edge of the sofa, my back to the fireplace.
“Do you like that you can feel me? That I’m hard just from kissing you? Thinking about what I’m going to do to you?”
Blair nods her head and pushes her bottom lip between her teeth. When she sits up and reaches forward, her hand touches the erection struggling against my jeans.
“Not yet. I’ve got something I need to do first.” I push her back so she’s leaning against the back of the couch.
Hooking my fingers at the top of her leggings, she looks at me, nodding.
Giving me the green light. “If there’s anything you don’t like, or don’t want to do, just say it, ok?
Otherwise I’m going to prove this to you in any way I can. Got it?”
She nods but it’s not enough.
“Need you to say it, Blair.”
Quick, her words tumble from her lips. “Got it.”
Slowly, I use my fingers to pull down her leggings.
When the front of her black panties are only a breath away, I push the pants to her mid-thigh.
I put a few quick kisses on the bare skin above where her leggings rest. My lips start at the outside of her thigh, kissing until I’m on the inside.
I lick up, before placing kisses the opposite way.
Blair squirms as I get closer to her panties.
I switch legs, making sure there’s ample room between my mouth and her center. I want to tease her. When I start kissing the inside of this thigh, she whimpers and moves into me. Lightly, I bite the inside of her thigh. Blair groans, letting out a frustrated breath.
“Talk to me.” It’s more forward than I intended it to come out. But, fuck it, I’m going with it. If she’s going to let me do whatever I want, I’m going for it.
She swallows, the column of her neck moving with it. “Ty, that…” She stops, taking a breath in as I lick up almost to her bikini line.
“That what? Tell me.” I press her.
She tips her head up and locks her eyes on mine, which are like golden flames. “Feels so good. Your lips on me.”
“Good girl.” I place a few erratic kisses before pulling her leggings all the way down, balling them up and throwing them out of the way. “How wet do you think you are?” I question, my lips only an inch away from her onyx panties.
“Dripping,” she moans, while my hands find her bare ass.
“Is this a thong? Are you soaking through it?” I ask as I kiss the side of her ass, the skin that’s there for me.
“Yes. Ty. Soaking for you.”
Fuck. The groan she gets from me is one that vibrates through my whole body. I sit up and put a strong kiss on her mouth. Immediately she gives me access and I kiss her with all I have.
I pull away, my arms holding me up, one on each side of her body. She rubs my beard with her fingers and I can’t get enough of her touching me.
Keeping my eyes on her, I move down her body, biting the top of her thong, and pull at it. Using my fingers on her hips, I pull her panties off with my teeth—my chin, touching her sensitive skin, and her pushing into it.
When her panties are with her leggings, out of sight and out of mind, Blair sits, legs together.
“No, no. Open up for me. Show me that pretty pussy. Let me see if my dreams have done it justice.”
Blair gasps at the request but she doesn’t hesitate. Her hands move from in front of her to each of her knees—she presses one open and then the other—and she’s on display. I lick my lips and take her in. She’s fucking gorgeous.
“Baby, you’re beautiful. Now, take a single finger and tell me how wet you are.”
Blair beams at being told what to do, doing exactly what I ask. Her finger moves to her entrance and dips inside, just a little. She nods and whimpers, “I’m soaked.” Blair grins and arches her back at her own touch.
Fuck, that’s hot. I need her to cool it before I come in my pants, which is definitely not the plan.
“No more touching, baby. Only me, got it?”
She nods and puts her arms to her side as I move in closer. I lightly blow on her clit, and watch her react with a little moan. I always wondered what she’d sound like in bed, touching her like this, but reality is so much better than what I dreamed up.
My hands grip her thighs, muscular and thick in the best way.
“I’ve always loved how strong you are,” I praise, my hands still on her thighs.
When she squirms underneath my touch, I know she’s waiting for me—fuck, I’m waiting.
I put us both out of our misery and place a soft kiss on her clit.
She moans, and pushes her hips into me. And I fucking live for it.
For her to want me like this? The reaction?
Seems like we’re definitely on the same page.
I take a finger and test her wetness for myself; she’s almost dripping. When I fill her with a finger, she puts her hand in my hair and lightly pulls, moaning the nickname she has for me: “Ty.” Adding another finger, I pump inside her and match it with slow circles with my tongue on her clit.
Blair shakes underneath me and she uses her hands to put my head where she wants it. Almost like she knew I was going to ask her for instruction. She’s showing me instead and hell, it’s way better.
When I switch it up, I lick long, languid strokes from her entrance to her center, and she shivers when I get from one end to the other.
My fingernails grip her thighs, scratching up and down.
Up and down. But my tongue doesn’t quit.
I taste her, all of her, and can’t wait until she’s coming undone on my mouth.
“More. I need more,” she pleads, all needy and breathless.
I insert two fingers and hook them, changing the spot I’m hitting, and it’s the right one.
Blair’s abs start to clench; I can feel it in the way she’s almost teetering over the edge.
I nibble at her clit before devouring her.
Putting all I have into her, circling, stroking, pushing my tongue into the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I’m so close,” she says as I sneak a look at her, almost losing my shit right then and there. Her cheeks are flushed with arousal, she’s biting her lip, and her eyes are pressed close as her head lolls to the side.
I pick up the pace, matching her quick and shallow breaths, and when she pulls harder on my hair I know she’s there—right about to tumble over the edge. Her orgasm is in sight and I moan into her. The vibrations do exactly what I’d hope for.
“Fuck, just like that. Yes!” She spurs me on.
I do exactly what she says and I’m licking, pumping, and feeling her ride out her climax. She contracts on my fingers and pulls my mouth even tighter to her. I don’t stop until she’s laying back on the couch, chest rapidly rising and falling with her breath.
“Ty, oh my god. That was—”
“We’re not done yet,” I interrupt, pressing a kiss to her mouth, her wetness still there. She doesn’t hold back and kisses me, hard and promising. Her hand drifts to the front of my jeans and she rubs over my shaft, pressing into the denim.
I throw my head back, letting a breath escape me, and she kisses the column of my neck before locking her eyes on mine.
“Oh yeah? What’s next?”