Chapter 3
Click
The sound of the lock might as well be a gunshot for how it competes with the hammering inside my chest. It’s beating so hard I’m surprised he can’t hear it. With his back still to me, a hysterical laugh bubbles up, but I clap a hand over my mouth to stifle it.
What the hell am I even doing? I’m not innocent by any stretch of the imagination, but hooking up with someone I just met? This is a first, even for me.
A flicker of hesitation creeps in, a momentary pause holding me still as Tyler’s back slowly rises and falls on an exhale before he turns.
His eyes—hazel darkened to something molten—lock onto mine and hold me there, unyielding.
Heat pools low in my belly, spreading until every shred of uncertainty burns away.
Curling a finger in a come here motion, I grin when Tyler obliges, closing the space between us in three strides. He lowers onto the couch beside me, the edge of his thumb drumming against his thigh, and I track the movement, my gaze trailing up the column of his throat as he swallows.
Deciding to take the lead, I swing a leg over his lap until I’m straddling him again, my knees bracketing his hips. With my center settled over the hard ridge of his cock, I’m hyperaware of how wet I already am.
“Okay?” I search his eyes for confirmation, dragging my fingernails up his chest.
Tyler exhales sharply. “More than okay.” His head falls back against the couch, eyes flicking to the ceiling. “So much more than okay.”
His hand goes to remove his glasses, but I stop him, catching his wrist. “Leave them on. They’re sexy.”
“You got a glasses kink?” he asks, a smirk on his lips.
In reply, I lean in, dragging my nose from the hollow of his throat, up the strong line of his neck, to the sensitive skin beneath his ear. His breath hitches, hands flexing against his thighs.
“And here I thought you were the shy, responsible type,” I whisper, letting my lips graze his skin.
He lets out a ragged breath and raises his head, eyes finding mine.
“Usually am,” he rasps. “Think for tonight I’ll pretend I’m not, though. How’s that sound?”
My lips hover above his, electricity crackling in the sliver of space between us.
Never in my twenty-two years have I been this attracted to someone.
The way he watches me, it’s like he’s studying me, committing each kiss, each word to memory.
His eyes trace my face, landing on my lips, and I send him a silent message.
You can have me.
Our mouths collide and we become nothing but tongues and gasps.
The air around us hums, and I fumble with the buttons on his shirt, my fingers clumsy as if I’ve forgotten how buttons work.
He takes over, shrugging it off in one swift motion while I yank my tank over my head.
I toss it somewhere behind me, and my lips are back on his.
When our bare chests touch, his hand comes to my waist while I writhe mindlessly against his hardness, seeking friction, chasing any form of relief. The sensation sends a sharp spike of pleasure through me, and I moan against his mouth.
His breath shudders, but suddenly he pulls back. A sharp, frustrated sound leaves me, my lips still tingling from the kiss.
“Not sure if I’m reading this situation right, but…I don’t have a condom.” His voice is rough, like it pains him to admit it. “This…this isn’t something I do.” He heaves a sigh. “So…yeah.”
“Are you wanting to stop?” Please say no, please say no.
Tyler huffs a short laugh, shaking his head. “No. No, I do not.”
I lean in, letting my lips graze the corner of his jaw. “Well, if you’re good with it, I’m on the pill. It’s safe.”
His grip tightens on my waist, his control visibly fraying. Exhaling, he looks to the ceiling and whispers, “Thank God for modern medicine.”
I’m about to tease him again, but then he moves.
One second, I’m straddling his lap, the next, he’s flipped me onto my back, hovering over me. Braced on his forearms, his heated gaze sears into mine. For a long, heavy moment, he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak.
A slow shift rolls through his expression; hesitation melts into certainty. And damn, if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Well, Clark,” I murmur, “are you gonna kiss me again or just look at me?”
Tyler’s lips twitch, but I don’t give him time to answer.
I fist my hands in his hair and crush his lips to mine.
His mouth, warm and firm, his body solid, presses into me in the best possible way and the ache intensifies between my legs.
His erection presses against me, telling me exactly how much he wants this, too.
A hand skims up my side, hesitating for a second before cupping the underside of my breast. I gasp, my back arching instinctively when he thumbs my nipple, circling it then rolling it between his forefinger and thumb.
He raises to an elbow, lowering his hand to the hem of my skirt before disappearing underneath.
It drags up my inner thigh to my center, slowly tugging my panties aside to hook one finger inside me.
My body is so responsive to his touch, and I can’t fight another moan.
Tyler closes his eyes, shaking his head.
“What?”
“Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d meet someone as gorgeous as you tonight. Much less have you this wet for me.”
Another finger joins the first, palm against my clit, and I nearly lose it.
I ride his hand circling my hips as my pleasure builds, higher and higher.
I don’t know what the hell he does next, but his fingers curl, hitting just the right spot, and my eyes flutter shut, stars bursting to my vision.
I cry out my release, Tyler’s palm pressed to my center while I ride out my orgasm.
Lifting my lids, I find he’s wearing a dazed expression, lips parted slightly, like he’s never seen anything like me, the way an artist looks at a rare painting. The only way I can describe it is reverent, and I feel beautiful lying beneath him.
“What?”
“Just amazed by you.”
Heat burns beneath my cheeks, and he lowers kissing my lips gently. But then he pulls back, his forehead resting against mine.
“Can I take your skirt off?” he asks.
“Only if your pants come off, too,” I tease, sliding my hands down to his belt, fingers working the buckle loose.
Flicking open the button of his pants, I slowly lower the zipper.
My hand brushes the covered ridge of his cock and he exhales sharply.
Tyler holds himself above me so I can push them down further, but his pants will only go so far with both of us still tangled on the couch.
“Ya know, this would be a lot easier if we were standing.”
He smirks. “Good point.”
Tyler rises, and I follow, my hands already tugging down my skirt. The moment it’s around my ankles, I kick it to the side. Tyler steps out of his pants quickly until we’re standing in nothing but our underwear, inches apart. Breathless.
His gaze drags down my body, slow and heavy, and when his eyes land on my pink lace panties, his Adam’s apple bobs in a swallow.
“You first,” I whisper, flicking my eyes to his tented boxer briefs and back to his.
He holds my stare for a heartbeat, then hooks his thumbs into the waistband and pushes them down. His cock springs free, and my mouth waters at the sight of him.
Tyler tilts his head at me, expectant.
I smirk, slide one side of my panties down my hip, and then stop.
His jaw ticks. Brat, he mouths, but his eyes have darkened with lust.
Relenting, I shimmy out of my underwear and kick them aside.
Tyler’s eyes move from my face to my chest, down to my thighs, as though memorizing the shape of me.
His gaze goes a little unfocused when they land on the bare area between my legs, his lips parting on an exhale.
And try though I might, I’m finding it impossible to slow the pounding of my beating heart.
I’m certain I’m becoming more and more wet under his penetrating gaze.
Then, in a flurry of movement, we’re back on the couch and I’m straddling him. His cock is right at my entrance, and slowly I sink onto him, taking him inch by glorious inch. He’s thick, stretching me deliciously. I guess things really are bigger in Texas.
A harsh breath escapes him, his hands flexing like he’s holding onto his last shred of control. And then out of nowhere he starts muttering…numbers?
I blink. “Whatcha doing there?”
His grip tightens. “Math,” he exhales sharply, voice strained. “I—” Another sharp exhale. “I have a feeling you might be a little more experienced than me. I might not last long.”
A laugh bursts from me before I can stop it and I bury my face against his shoulder, shaking with amusement.
He groans, dragging his fingertips up and down my back, and there’s something about that simple gesture—fingertips along my back. It feels so intimate my laughter dies in my throat.
Maybe this isn’t simply one night of sex.
No, something else entirely is happening here.
Straightening, I meet his gaze, helpless to look away, lost in the way he makes me feel.
As ridiculous as this will probably sound tomorrow, a feeling of knowing sweeps over me.
Yes, we just met, but there’s a whisper deep in my core telling me this is special.
My very being recognizes him, every nerve ending alert to his touch, his very presence.
Draping my hands around his neck, I move just enough for him to feel it. He lets out a low, shaky breath that matches my own.
“You okay?” I murmur, while slowly rocking against him.
A low groan sounds from deep within his throat and his fingers tighten on my waist, jaw clenched like he’s fighting a losing battle. “I’m barely hanging on here, Jo.”
Leaning forward, I let my lips brush his. “Then don’t.”
I plant my mouth on his and the tension leaves his shoulders, a shift as he gives in. His hands slide lower, gripping my ass to guide me. My movements are slow at first, savoring the friction, the way he feels just right inside of me.