Chapter 15
I might combust if I don’t feel his hands on me soon. And I swear to fuck, if we get interrupted again, I might knock whoever dares stop us unconscious.
Ty’s running with me in his arms and sure, it feels a little awkward, but the fact that he’s so turned on by me that he feels like he needs to run to be able to ravage me?
Talk about an ego boost.
I hold onto his neck and tuck my face there, enjoying the smell of him; warm oak and clean laundry. I press a wet kiss into the soft, taunt skin and I press my tongue there before sucking slightly. Not enough to leave a mark, but definitely enough to make Ty pick up the pace.
“Fuck me, baby, you’re making this harder. I need you now,” he mutters in Spanish, shivering. I don’t know Spanish well, but the way his jaw clenches tighter, how his fingers hold me harder, how he looks like he’s completely wrecked… I know he’s desperate.
Just like me.
I need him.
I need him.
I need him.
I’m not a virgin by any means, not…anymore.
After Mickey took my innocence and tried to use the threat of doing it over and over, I took matters into my own hands.
I found a guy that seemed nice–and a little too much like Ty–at the local high school, and tried to erase every single touch of Mickey.
The guy and I didn’t work out, not once he realized who I was and who owned me, but it made Mickey leave me the fuck alone. Unless I lost a fight.
That… That was a different story.
That all being said, I didn’t think I’d ever find myself wanting to do it. Sex has always been a power move. Some weapon in my arsenal. Mickey was getting a little too close? One night stand with someone I choose because it would disgust him enough to leave me alone.
I would fuck sommeone random–safely of course; condom and pulling out, there’s no fucking way I was going to take that chance, ever–and it would keep a darker evil at bay.
I’ve had the whole emotional intrinsic discussion about if what I was doing was good or bad, but I was just surviving. And if that makes me a whore? So fucking be it.
I’d take being a whore over what Mickey wanted to do to me any day of the week. I had control with those other guys. They just wanted to fuck and leave, but with Mickey it wasn’t and would never be like that.
With Ty…
Oh god, with Ty, I know it’s going to be everything. Everything I’ve ever wanted. Needed. Hoped for. Longed for. Fantasized about.
He’s going to ruin me and I’m gladly going to hand myself over. I’m already his, so this last step, it’ll just solidify the deal.
Ty’s mine.
Always has been and always will be.
“If you keep sucking marks into my skin, I’m going to return the favor,” Ty growls and I pull back, realizing that my soft sucks turned into full devouring. He’s got a beautiful purple mark on his neck.
Mine.
“I can’t wait,” I say softly.
The muscle in his jaw ticks as he slows down his speed, and grumbles, “Fucking finally” under his breath. He takes the steps two at a time and before I know it, Ty’s dropping me right by the door and shoving his key into the lock with an intensity that I’m surprised didn’t break the key.
“In. Now,” he orders, taking my hand and pulling-dragging me into his apartment before turning and locking the door behind him and shoving a chair under the knob.
I want to laugh at the additional measure, but I’m so fucking turned on by it.
That he’s as far gone for me as I am for him.
Ty turns to face me; pupils blown, eyes wanton with want, his lips are parted just slightly as he looks at me with this edge that I know I’ve pushed him to.
An edge that he’s so willing to jump over that there’s not one bit of his usual mask up.
I can see everything he’s thinking, everything he’s imagining.
And I fucking love it. I always want this kind of openness from him from now on. I can see everything.
Right now? He’s looking at me like if he doesn’t get his hands, his lips, his body on mine, he might die.
I get it, big guy.
“Come here,” I growl, pulling him into me with a yank of his shirt and he crashes into me.
Like he was waiting for permission from me to give in.
“Fuck yes,” he moans into my mouth as I swallow the rest of his noises.
His hands, that are as big as my freaking head by the way, thread into my hair.
He’s gentle about it, more gentle than I thought he’d be with this amount of need running between us.
Ty pulls back for a moment, and his hand moves from the back of my head to cup my cheek gingerly.
“Wait, we don’t have to do anything. I would be happy just holding you like this.
This, you with me, is all I need, Roxie. ”
My heart stutters because I can see how much he means every damn word. I could pull away from him right now, and he’d still hold me. I could tell him I’m not going to ever want sex, and he'd tell me it was fine, he doesn’t need sex as long as I’m next to him.
My hand slides up to his jaw, my fingers trail along the sharp line there before I let my nails graze his skin as I drag my hand down his neck.
“I know you would. And I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that.” My hand slides down his chest, dipping over the thin fabric until I get to his belt. Swiftly, I unbuckle his black belt and pull it through his loops so quickly it cracks like a whip.
“Roxie,” his voice is little more than a whisper and his hand is clenching at his side. Probably to keep from reaching out for me. Ty so badly wants me to run the show until he knows I’m 100% comfortable.
I like that I can make him so on edge just from anticipation and want.
“Seriously, baby. If you keep going, I’m not…”
“Not going to be able to stop?” I finish his sentence for him and his eyes darken as he nods. “Good.” With that one word, I slip to my knees and use my hand to pull apart the button of his jeans, unzipping them and using the other to pull his dick out.
I groan–an embarrassingly low and fevered groan, I might add–and look up at him through my eyelashes. He looks like a fucking God as I’m on my knees. The sun coming in from the window gives me a perfect, unencumbered view of every single expression, vein, ripple, and curve of him.
And goddamn, does he curve. Just a slight bit upward like you know it’s going to hit your G-spot fucking perfectly.
My mouth waters. Licking my palm, I hear Ty groan and my eyes go right to his. I want to watch this. I want to see the exact moment that I get my hands on him for the first time.
Will he shiver? Will he swallow a groan? Will he growl?
His eyes are dark, heavy, needy as he takes in each and every movement I make.
“Can I?” I ask huskily.
“Baby, if I ever, ever, say no to that question, you need to knock some fucking sense into me,” Ty says softly and I chuckle, my breath ghosting over his cock. Ty’s jaw clenches, his neck tensing as he looks up towards the ceiling as he groans, and I can already tell this is going to be amazing.
He’s so responsive to me. And I know I’m going to be a live wire for him.
My hand wraps around him as I pump slowly, agonizingly slowly. He’s a girthy guy, and I know it’s going to sting a little when he finally fills me, but I’m so wet right now that I don’t think it’ll sting for long.
Ty’s whole upper body collapses and he leans over me, his hand darting out to hold onto the wall behind me.
What a magnificent sight.
His arms, corded with that lean muscle, flexing as he holds onto the wall to keep himself upright… Just from my hand on his cock.
“Roxie,” his voice is wonderfully broken and thoroughly wrecked.
Now I have to know what he sounds like when my mouth is on him.
Pumping him slowly, once, twice, I feel him grow even harder under my hand.
I turn my attention from his cock to his eyes and I immediately feel my wetness drip into my panties when I see him already looking at me like a man starved.
Ty’s pupils are so wide that his eyes look nearly black.
I don’t know what he sees when he looks down, but from the way he cups my chin gently, I know he’s trying to tell me that he’s right there with me.
Lost. On the edge. Wanting. “We go at your pace, baby.”
The moment stretches between us for a beat longer than I expect, before I pull back slightly and take his cock into my mouth as far as I can without gagging.
“Oh my god,” he groans deeply in Spanish and it’s the best thing I’ve heard.
Using my hands to pump the part of him my mouth can’t reach, I can feel how much Ty’s holding back.
How he’s trying not to grind or thrust, he’s trying to be as still as he can be to not take too much.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” he moans the last word loudly as I swirl my tongue over his tip and hollow my cheeks out.
“Fuck me, that’s it. Just like that, you’re so good.” His free hand threads into the crown of my hair, still with ghost-like gentleness, not something I’m used to, and just anchors himself to me even more.
God, it turns me on. My head bobs back and forth, pulling the pleasure from him one suck at a time. My tongue twists and turns around him, at every movement I try to take him a little deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
“Oh my fuck,” Ty groans louder, like a man holding onto his self-control by a fucking thread. “If you keep this up, baby, I’m going to come.”
I pull back, sucking him like a damn popsicle, and release him with an audible, erotic pop. Smirking, I look up at him, still pumping him and using the wetness from my mouth and the pre-cum forming at the tip as lube.
“I want that. I want to taste it,” I confess softly. And I’m damn near rewarded for it when his grip tightens in my hair.
“Are you sure?” His voice is a dark whisper, but laced with an edge that tells me he really wants that.