Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
TYLER
“Fuck, just like that.” My voice is muffled against Sophie’s heated skin as she takes me deep into the back of her throat.
Her entire body shudders when I wrap my lips around her clit and suck gently, my fingers thrusting in and out of her slowly as I hold her right on the edge, her perfect pussy hovering directly over my face.
“Like this?” She sucks me back down, dragging her teeth lightly up the underside of my cock, swirling her tongue around the tip as she rolls my balls in her hand.
“Oh my god.” I groan, pleasure lighting me up from the inside out. I plant my feet on the bed and thrust up into her mouth, my vision blurring as she takes me even deeper. “Your mouth, Soph, Jesus Christ. I’ll never get enough of those flawless fucking lips wrapped around me.”
Sophie moans, the vibrations causing pleasure to shoot up my spine as she grinds against my face.
“Fuck yeah,” I mumble, gripping her ass cheek with my free hand and spreading her wide.
“Smother me. I’ll never get enough of this either.
The way you taste. The way you smell. You drive me wild. Fucking soak me, Sal.”
Sophie swallows around the head of my cock and stars burst behind my eyes, the feel of her warm, wet mouth shoving me closer to the edge.
And when she slides a hand lower, her finger searching, pressing, dipping inside me the way I love, that now familiar throbbing, pulsing pleasure threatens to take me under.
“Shit, I’m so close,” I mutter. “I’m right fucking there. Need you with me. Quit hovering and get the fuck down here with that gorgeous cunt.”
Yanking Sophie closer to me, I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking hard as I add a finger, fucking her with three and curling them to rub the spot I know will hurl her straight over the edge.
And when my hand comes down on her ass cheek in a hard crack that reverberates around the room, she cries out, her thighs clamping around my head and her pussy squeezing my fingers as she comes all over me.
Fuck yeah.
Sophie’s body shakes as her release pours out of her, soaking my face just the way I hoped it would.
The taste of her triggers my own release, and as she rides out her orgasm, her pussy grinding down on me and her moans filling the room, I come with a grunt, straight down her throat.
The pleasure that unfurls through my limbs is intense and otherworldly, lasting for so long it practically steals my sanity.
And Sophie is right there with me, her hips writhing over me as she takes every ounce of her pleasure.
We ride each other dry, and when the pleasure finally ebbs, I wonder idly whether I’ll ever move again or if I’m just part of this bed now.
“Holy fucking shit,” Sophie gasps, collapsing on top of me, her face basically buried in my groin. “I really, really want my face not to be one with your balls right now, but I can’t move. I think maybe I’m dead. Am I dead? Are we?”
“If this is the afterlife, count me in. It’s fucking fantastic.
” Reaching down, I flip Sophie over, dragging her up until her head is resting on my chest, her hair tickling my chin.
“You are fucking perfect,” I murmur, stroking a hand up and down her back, closing my eyes and breathing her in.
“It would be even more perfect if you still had my T-shirt on.”
Sophie laughs, her warm breath skating across my skin. “You know, for someone who constantly wants to get me as naked as you can as quickly as possible, you’re weirdly obsessed with me wearing your T-shirts.”
Running my fingers through her hair, I smile, completely content in this moment with the solid weight of her on top of me, our heartrates returning to normal after that epic fuckfest. “There’s something about it that drives me insane.
Seeing my clothes on you? It makes me wild.
I’m weak, Soph. Absolutely on my metaphorical knees for you.
And, you know, my actual knees any time you want me to be. ”
Sophie sighs contentedly, melting deeper into me. “You’re a football player. Shouldn’t seeing me in your jersey drive you wild?”
Leaning down, I drop a kiss to the top of her hair. “I don’t know what to tell you, Sal. I’m an enigma. And when you have on one of my T-shirts and your pink knee socks?” I sigh dramatically. “I’m done for.”
Pressing a kiss to my collarbone, Sophie crosses her arms over my chest and props her chin on her hands, looking up at me. “I’ve been wearing your T-shirts since middle school. It didn’t drive you wild back then. Or, like, six months ago.”
She smirks at me and, unable to resist, I lift up to kiss her, sinking into the feel of her lips on mine, the way she opens for me and sighs into the kiss.
I marvel a little at how each time I kiss her feels like the first time.
Like there will always be something new to feel—new to learn—about this person I’ve known my entire life, and that feels like its own little miracle.
“I wish I had figured it out earlier,” I murmur against her lips, bringing my hands up to her neck, stroking my thumbs over her jaw.
“We could have been doing this for years. I could have been loving you like this for years.”
I trail my lips over her jaw, kissing a path down her neck, and my eyes land on Sophie’s open and half-packed suitcase in the corner of the room I now secretly think of as ours since she’s spent every night here since that first night.
In my bed. In my arms. And now the suitcase is a glaring reminder of the fact that our time like this might be running short.
That soon, there might be an entire country between us and no room to call ours.
At the thought, my hand trembles, my stomach winding up in knots.
When I pull back, Sophie is studying me like she can read my mind. And maybe she can because she reaches up, linking her fingers with mine, and that little connection slows the runaway train of my thoughts. “We have a long, long time left to love each other, Ty.”
She opens her mouth to say something else but doesn’t get the chance before her stomach lets out a rumble that mimics a lion’s roar, and she collapses onto my chest in a heap of laughter that chases away the lingering melancholy of her impending trip.
“Food,” she says through an explosion of giggles.
“I’m going to waste away unless you feed me immediately. ”
Chuckling, I bring her hand to my mouth, kissing her knuckles.
“We ate dinner like two hours ago.” After Sophie got home from her day with the girls and I got back from checking on the renovations to her house that I still haven’t given her the details of, we ordered in and watched 27 Dresses.
Then Sophie changed into one of my T-shirts and every drop of blood in my body drained directly to my dick, and we’ve been in bed ever since.
Sophie rolls her eyes. “Do you know how many calories we just burned? We might as well have not eaten dinner at all. You know, I thought sleeping with a professional athlete would be a workout, but I actually had no idea. You can seriously fuck, Tyler. And I think since you fucked all the nutrients right out of me, it’s your responsibility to replace them.
Besides, in addition to being a god in bed, you are king of the kitchen, whereas I could quite literally burn water. ”
Laughing, I flip us so I’m hovering over her, my grin matching hers.
Leaning down, I smack a kiss to her cheek.
“You can tell me way more about how I fuck like a god while I’m feeding you.
I want every single detail.” I push up from the bed, taking her with me.
Striding to my dresser, I open a drawer, grabbing a clean T-shirt of mine and tugging it over her head, looking her up and down. “So fucking hot.”
Sophie beams at me, propping a hand on her hip. “You think so?”
Running my hands down her sides, I lean in and take her mouth in a wet, filthy kiss. “I know so. Now put on those sexy knee socks and meet me in the kitchen. I’m making you the best grilled cheese of your life.”
When she runs her tongue over her lower lip, I briefly consider foregoing food entirely and crash tackling her right back onto the bed, but then her stomach growls again and it pulls my head out of the gutter.
There’s always post-food kitchen sex. I think she would look so hot spread out for me over the island.
“Best grilled cheese of my life?” she says, bending down and pulling on the pink socks I love so much. “That’s a pretty tall order.”
Chuckling, I flick her bracelets and link our fingers together, leading her out of the room and down the stairs. “Only the very best for my girl.”
“Okay, oh my god you were right. This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my entire life.
” Sophie takes another bite of the grilled cheese and groans.
My dick jerks even as I feel a wave of satisfaction watching her eat something I made for her.
It’s an odd sort of privilege, being able to take care of her in this way.
“I thought hot honey on grilled cheese was amazing, but the fig jam?” Sophie shakes her head and takes another bite.
“Next level, Ty,” she says, mouth full. “How do you even think of all these different grilled cheese concoctions?”
I grin at her, leaning my elbows on the counter and taking her in.
She’s sitting on the island with her plate in her hand, my old college football T-shirt riding high on her thighs and pink knee socks covering her lower legs.
Her feet are swinging back and forth, and her hair is piled up on her head, hints of pink and purple tinsel threaded through the dark curls.
She’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. “I keep a recipe notebook.”
Sophie tilts her head to the side, studying me. “Like on your phone?”