Chapter 10 #2
Tyler storms to me, and his lips crash onto mine, and in unison, his hand fists my hair by my back.
I almost fall down, but he pulls me to him to ensure I regain my balance.
“Your place or mine?” His breath is already labored, which is fair enough because the man’s kisses should be criminal.
No hesitation from me, I walk him back. “Yours. There are blocks everywhere at my place, and we can’t afford an injury from stepping on the walk of death.” It might sound humorous but I’m serious as can be.
I drape my arms around his shoulders, causing him to fumble with his keys, as he is in a rush. “Your stupid garland is getting tangled around my arm.” With frustration, he rips the tinsel off my body and carelessly throws it onto the ground before opening the door with gusto.
We nearly tumble into his place, and he kicks the door behind him closed.
Already halfway down the hall, we are pawing one another in an effort to get clothes off.
It all happens so fast that I’m not sure when he managed to peel off his shirt.
The moment we are in his room, he turns me around and searches for the zip on my dress.
I lift my hair to the side, and he unzips me roughly, and I hear a snap.
“Broke the zip. I’ll get you a new dress,” he promises matter-of-factly before he spins me around and yanks me against his body.
We seal our mouths together, and our middles mold together, warm skin against warm skin.
A slow shiver moves down my spine because his heat radiates against my skin.
I like us this close. It's the excitement that I've been anticipating all night.
My breath catches as his fingers move painfully slowly along the curve of my body as he removes the dress.
It is a light touch, but it is powerful enough.
The fabric falls to the floor, and I slowly peer up at him, still in my bra and panties. His eyes skate up and down my body, and the corner of his mouth hitches up. "Beautiful."
I'm too confident to blush. It might have been a while but I’m not nervous. Especially with the way he looks at me. "So what do we do now?" My voice is sultry but playful.
His arm wraps around my middle, bringing me flush against his body.
"We don't stop," he replies directly.
"Good answer."
He falls back onto the bed, taking me with him, and I can't help but giggle as I roll to my side. "Uh, you still have your pants on. Not fair on the clothing quota." My hands trail beneath his bellybutton, feathery with my touch.
"Something tells me that you will find a solution to that." He assists me in the pursuit to unbuckle his pants.
I can't help it, and I pause when I see his half-naked body; biting my lip, I take in the view. "You're a crime to humanity."
He zips down and pulls the denim aside. "Wait until you see what else is in store."
Kicking his jeans off, he is quick to hover over me, and I can't help but notice his eyes have a primal need. A wicked smirk is faint on his face. I don't get to admire him for long, as his lips crash against mine.
Until this moment, we've been in a rush, a crazed pursuit to give in to the tension that has surrounded us for a long time. We slow down, and it only magnifies this moment. Maybe we both realize we don't need to hurry, which sets my body on fire.
Our eyes search, and I can only describe it as recognition to what we are doing.
The gentle kiss on my lips sends me into a sinking feeling only made more intense as his mouth travels down my neck, leaving a warm path, and I can't control the needy sound leaving me.
My hips rise because I need more contact from him. There is a wave of heat running through me that is desperate for more. I'm aching between my legs. Gosh, I could drown in the smell of his cologne; it's not too strong, but it tingles my nose.
"I want to kiss every part of this body," he murmurs against my skin.
I croon when his mouth covers the thin lace fabric over my hard nipple.
"No complaints from me," I breathe. I comb my fingers through his hair because I need to grip something. And even though I feel his hard cock under his boxer briefs, I can't help it; my fingers continue to rake down his body, my nails probably leaving marks on his back, but I can’t control it, as I’m so far on a mission for more that the thought of creating distance seems far too hollow.
The moment that I manage to grab his boxers’ waistband, his sinister throaty chuckle fills the room, and his mouth brushes down my stomach in unison with his body slithering down. He's made it impossible for me to put in effort to remove my bra.
"My way," he whispers in warning, adjusting his body, causing my thighs to open, and he lies on his stomach.
My entire body trembles in anticipation because his mouth feathers my skin near my hip bone.
"Fuck." I tighten my lips together because I have an idea of what he is about to do.
“I’ll start with my tongue. Then, if you are a good girl, I will give you more."
I hum a response that isn't one at all. It's my body becoming molten, and I’m unable to speak.
The moment his mouth covers the thin, soaked fabric between my legs, I moan.
My clit is desperate for relief, and it's barely relieved when the tip of his nose hits that little spot while his tongue swipes up my slit. The indescribable sound he makes is a moan because he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
"Tyler," I plead.
The only response I get is his hands holding my hips down to enable his teeth to nip the fabric.
His sight glides up, and with purpose, his tongue darts out and circles my clit. I watch, and my pulse accelerates. Everything inside of me is on fire, straight down to my toes.
He hesitates, maybe waiting for my cue, so I nod once. He slips his fingers under my panties and pulls them down. Scooting up onto his knees, he drags the fabric as he raises my legs.
"All of it off, Lainey." He taunts his demand.
Sitting up slightly, I reach behind my back to unclasp my bra. He abandons me the moment my good-as-gone lace underwear is on the floor. I hear the sound of the drawer on the nightstand open, and he returns with a condom.
The view of him throwing his boxer briefs to the side ups the ante, and more heat pools below my belly. My eyes grow into saucers because his cock is long and girthy.
"Like what you see?" That cocky grin is my undoing.
I'm far too eager for him to hurry up. "I give credit where credit is due."
The sound of the wrapper opening only excited me. I’m doing this… with him. Never would have thought, but apparently somewhere deep in my mind there has always been a wild dream for him.
His hungry eyes lock with mine as his knee dips into the mattress, and I return to my back. I can't help it, and I reach out to his hips to encourage him to take me.
My thighs part, and he moves into position. "No going back after this, Lainey. But you are too drenched that I have an idea of what your answer might be."
My clit throbs because I'm desperate to unravel. "Please," I beg.
The devilish smirk is back, and my eyes close the moment his cock slides between my folds, feeling how wet I am.
"Look at me." Tyler is direct, and my eyes fly open.
He begins to enter me slowly, controlled, deeper, and then some more. He groans as he pulls back, then drives right back in.
I squeeze my core and breathe heavily, his rhythm only leading me closer to relief.
"Fuck," he curses to himself. His arms hook under my knees, and he splays me wide as he speeds up.
My fingers claw into the mattress, and our eyes meeting only intensifies this moment.
We stay in the pattern until finally, my body explodes from my orgasm that's been dying to escape. He stays inside me as I shake, and he is relentless in the pursuit of his orgasm.
"You look fucking good when you come around my cock." His rugged breathy voice drips with satisfaction. He pushes into me only to slide out, then back in with abandon. He uses me the way he needs until he follows with his own release.
He stills inside me before he falls onto the bed, completely spent. I feel my own pounding chest and his is visibly moving.
“Give me a sec,” he breathes out and rolls out of bed.
I pull the duvet to me and stare at the ceiling as my heartrate settles. Smiling to myself, I’m really liking the way this evening turned out. I take a moment to observe my surroundings because admittedly, I kind of skipped that part when we were in our clawing-clothes-off hysteria.
Huh, so this is where Tyler sleeps.
The door to his walk-in closet is slightly ajar but all I see is a line of suits. Admittedly, I might have joined half the female population stopping mid-scroll when the team posts pre-game photos. A guy in a hockey uniform is okay, but a hockey guy in a suit is a full-on eleven out of ten.
“What has you smiling?”
I sit up partly on my propped elbows. “Nothing crazy.”
He slides under the covers to join me. Only for a second do I remember that leaving or him wanting me to go could be an option. However, he seems intent on having me stay.
“I hope you don’t hog the sheets.”
On purpose, I tug the duvet from his side of the bed. “I would never.”
He rolls to his side to mirror my position. He reclaims his sheets with one jerk. “Equal distribution.”
“Fair enough.”
“What are the chances since we are sharing a bed that I get to fuck you again before morning?”
“Very high.”
The tips of his fingers begin to caress my upper arm, and I rest the side of my face on my hand on the pillow.
“I’m not entirely sure I’ll feel my legs tomorrow,” I admit.
“I have a foam roller that I use for my muscles if that will help,” he jokes.
I smile because we always seem to channel one another’s humor. In fact, we are often attuned to when we should quarrel and when to be funny.
We take a solid minute to study one another’s bodies. I trace my fingers over the muscles on his chest, and it’s not a myth that athletes are toned.
His mouth opens to speak. “Tell me, other than your holiday cheer and fucking me, what are your hobbies?”
“Oh, I…”
“You’re a great mom, so don’t tell me it’s whatever Enzo wants to do.”
My eyes grow because the guy is observant. “I don’t doubt I’m a good mom, but a seven-year-old takes a lot of energy, and he always wants to try new things. I would say baking is my thing. I can do it with him or by myself.”
“I’ve eaten half of the tin that I put in my freezer. Kind of addictive.”
He grabs my leg to splay across his waist. My hips press into his thigh because my clit needs friction, but the sheet between us is an obstacle that we don’t need. “Uh-oh, what will you do to me?”
“My favorite hobby.”
“Which is…”
His chuckle is sinister, and it sends vibrations straight to my pussy. “Licking you right before I fuck you as deep as possible.”
My thighs part open, and I bite my bottom lip to keep me from being too needy. “That…” I coo a sound because I have zero restraint. “I’m on board with that.”
His cock is already at full attention. My palm grips around the base of his cock, and the sound of Tyler moaning pleases me.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
Wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock, I swirl my tongue.
I wouldn’t say that I’m talented in this department or that I have much experience, but I want to try.
Taking more of him in my mouth, I continue to lick and suck.
Tyler drops his hand down to brush my hair away from my face, and if affection and a blowjob entwine together, then that is this moment.
Because his fingers gently hold my head to guide me.
He moans, and it encourages me even more. I take a breath, but my hand continues to pump him. My mouth is salivating, and filling it with his cock is the only answer, otherwise my chin will be a mess.
Taking him deeper, I’m wet between my thighs because this turns me on. I speed up, but he takes my hand and leads me off his cock.
“I’m enjoying this, but let me fuck that pussy of yours.” He drops my hair and reaches for the drawer, and I coast up his body. “On top of me,” he directs.
Straddling him, I instantly make the skin on his upper thigh a mess with my arousal. The moment that the condom is on, I align myself, and he frames my body with his hands, aiding my direction as I root down on his cock.
We both breathe out loud, and the way he stares up at me is pure desire.
What man wouldn’t want a naked woman on top of him?
Except, this isn’t that. I don’t know his history, only that he is pretty tame on the dating front compared to other guys on the team.
But in this moment, it seems as though I’m a woman that he has been saving time for.
This angle is far more intense than I imagined. His cock hits deep and hard, and my body sinks down on him which only fills me up to the point I’m tight around him.
“You okay?”
My nostrils flare from my sharp breath. “Yes, it feels really good, but… wow, you are big.”
He grins to himself. My admittance must be a signal for him because he uses his strength to flip us, and the moment he re-enters me, I appreciate how he seems to read my body.
It’s also scary because how can that be? This is our first night together.
First… it would imply that there may be a second.
It doesn’t matter because the way our bodies frame together, I don’t want to settle for one night only.
The thought floating in my head mixed with my oversensitive body relaxes me for the next few minutes before he brings my orgasm to a near roar. I clench his cock and grip his arms to hang on while I shake. It brings on his own orgasm, chasing my own.
We slow together as we both come down from the high we created. My heart is racing and his labored breath and the view of his chest moving confirms his body is experiencing the same need to recover from the explosion we just created.
I’m dizzy from how good the last hour has made me physically feel.
For now, we need a little rest. I snuggle into the mattress and adjust the sheets and duvet. It’s time to sleep.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Tyler gives me a knowing look as he adjusts his pillow.
“I think so.”
“Sleep,” we say in unison.
We both scoot into the middle, my eyes already heavy and ready to close. His arm loops around me to pull me close against his body.
“I forgot to ask if you want a shirt to sleep in?”
“It’s okay. I’m fine.”
“Good answer.”
We both stop squirming and find our embrace for rest.
With my eyes closed, I hum a sound. “It’s nice to fall asleep tired not due to motherhood. Now it’s all because of you, and I’m not complaining.”
He snickers a sound of approval in response and pulls me closer. “Sleep, Lainey. We still have the morning.”
Sighing, I feel my slumber take over, with the ease of feeling and believing that tonight was a special night.