Chapter 25 #2
He smiles softly at me. “I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.”
That one statement is the key to the last lock I’ve stubbornly kept closed from anyone.
He’s cracked me wide open. I should be running for the hills, it’s too early on in knowing him to feel this way.
It hasn’t been long enough. My heart doesn’t agree though, a river of love flows freely from it through the rest of my body.
In this moment he’s not Stone Tyler, rock god and all around bad boy.
He’s Tyler.
The soft, caring man that kisses my scars and not only tells me I’m beautiful but makes me feel it, too. The poet who writes songs about love. He’s the protector who makes sure I’m cared for and safe even when he’s not around.
I set the box aside and crawl onto his lap. My skirt rides up my thighs, and he pushes it further up my hips. His hands move around to my backside, kneading the flesh there as our lips meet.
I moan into the kiss as his tongue slips past my lips.
My fingers sink into his hair while he pulls me down to grind over his erection.
He moves one hand from my ass around to the front, his thumb sliding down the crease of my thigh and under the edge of my panties. I gasp as it meets my slick flesh.
“I love the sounds you make while I play with your pussy,” he says against my lips. “So fucking needy, my dirty girl.”
My pussy clenches around the nothingness filling it. I love when he calls me that. He scoots to the edge of the couch.
“Pick up the box.”
“I can walk. You’ll hurt your back if you carry me.”
“Hazel,” he says sternly. “Wrap your goddamn legs around me, grab the box, and stop worrying. I can carry you without hurting myself.”
I look into his eyes and give in with a tentative nod. “Okay.” I reach over and grab the box before looping my hands back around his neck.
He pushes to his feet in a one smooth motion, no signs of strain visible.
“Are you going to talk me through it?” I ask quietly.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. “Through what?”
I roll my eyes. “You know what.”
“I do, but I want to hear you say it first.”
“Through fucking your ass,” I say defiantly.
He smiles triumphantly. “Of course. Anything you need to feel comfortable.”
“You don’t mind being my first?”
He drops me onto the bed and hooks his fingers in my panties, pulling them off in one tug. His thumb finds my clit again as he looks down at me. I wiggle against his touch, wanting more, needing more.
“I’m a greedy man, Hazel. I want every first you’ll give me.”
My back arches off the bed as he slips a finger inside me. “They’re all yours.”
“Even this?” I feel the slightest pressure on my back hole and my eyes fly open. He stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at my body splayed open for him like a carnal offering.
I nod. “Even that.”
Hunger flashes through his gaze, and he rips his shirt over his head with the hand that’s not currently teasing me. “Strip,” he instructs.
“You, too.”
He gives me a wicked grin as we both quickly tear our clothes off. Soon we’re both naked, and he reaches into the box, pulling out the strap. He kneels at my feet holding the harness out.
“Step inside. You’ll wear it like a pair of panties that you have to tighten.”
I follow his directions, and he pulls the harness up my legs.
His fingers work deftly to tighten it until the dildo is in the correct position.
He also can’t help but take every opportunity presented to him to tease me, letting his fingers wander from their mission to tease my clit or dip inside me for a few tantalizing pumps.
“You look sexy as hell.” He pushes to his feet, towering over me. His cock juts out proudly, making my dildo look small in comparison.
“Why’d you give me one smaller than you?”
He tosses his head back, laughing. “Relax, we can work up to bigger ones if you like this.”
If I’m being honest, I already feel oddly powerful. It’s almost alarming how having this piece of silicone strapped to me makes me feel different.
“And if you like it.”
“Oh, I have no doubts about that.” He reaches down and strokes his length. “I should have gotten you a wearable vibrator.” He adds the last thought almost to himself and then picks the box up off the bed, setting it aside save for the lube.
I trap my lip between my teeth as he gets on the bed on all fours. He beckons me over with a smile that shows no hint of nerves. Wish I could say the same.
“What if I hurt you?” I ask, settling behind him on my knees.
“You won’t. Trust me.” He looks over his shoulder at me. “Lube me up.”
I pull out the bottle and squeeze a good amount over his hole. His shoulder and back muscles flex as I gently spread it around. He presses back against my touch, already loving the feel.
“Are you okay putting a little lube inside me? I’m fine doing it myself if you aren’t comfortable with it yet.”
“I’ll do it.” My voice takes on a hushed tone. I squeeze a bit more on my finger before snapping the lid closed and setting it aside. It’s probably a good thing I don’t have long nails, I think to myself as my finger breaches the tight ring.
He inhales sharply at the contact, a low rumble coming from his chest.
“Are you okay?” I pause.
“Better than okay,” his voice is gravely as he slowly pushes back against me. “Pump your fingers a few times, baby.”
I follow his directions, watching his body for any sign of discomfort. My fingers, slick with lube, run along the front wall until they find his prostate. Or at least what I assume to be it from the moan he releases.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he says. “Keep doing it just like that, and I’ll come before you even fuck me.”
I withdraw my finger. “Can’t have that, can we?” I run the nails of one hand up and down his spine while I smear the dildo in lube.
“Tease,” he says with huffed laughter.
“I’m in charge now.” I drag the tip of the toy along his crack, teasing him the way he teases me. “Ready?”
“Yes, fuck yes.” He shifts his weight, better presenting himself to me.
I line up to his hole and press the tip in. He takes it with a shuddering breath, and I push a little further in. He told me he’d let me know if I need to give him a moment, so I keep my slow pace, pushing through the tight channel as he shakes beneath me in pleasure.
Another wave of power rolls through me once I’m fully inside him. Seeing this god of a man on his hands and knees for me, letting me fuck him, makes a dark dominance awaken inside me. I love it, the rush.
He lets me experiment as I work to find the perfect angle and speed to turn him into a simpering mess at my feet. His fingers dig into the sheets when I shift the angle of my hips.
“Fuck.” He moans. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there.”
I grip his hips and pick up my pace. The muscles in his back ripple as he moans with each thrust. His ass clenches and trembles under my touch as I run my palm over the smooth, ink free skin.
“Are you going to come for me like a good boy?” I ask darkly. I have no idea where it comes from, the need to praise him. It just feels right.
“Yes.”
“Good. You look like such a good, little mess beneath me. You take me so well, Tyler.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “Jesus. You’re good at this.” He drops his forehead to the bed.
I reach forward and run my fingers through his hair. “Be a good boy and let go.” Bending my body a bit, I wrap my other hand around his rigid length and give a few pumps. His moans, and the sound of my slick hand gliding over him fill the room. “So hard for me. I love it.”
He pushes back against me, finding the perfect rhythm between my thrusts, my strokes, and his movements. All the muscles in his body tighten as his cock surges with release. His cum shoots from his cock, painting the duvet with hot, thick ropes of his release while he pants beneath me.
He whimpers when I pull free of him. I expect him to fall into a sated heap as I slide off the bed and begin removing the harness. Instead he pounces on me. His hands take over the cause of freeing me as his lips cover mine.
The kiss is messy and laced with raw desire. He licks into my mouth with panted breaths. As soon as I’m freed from the harness, he lifts me onto the bed and tosses me down on the pillows.
He looks at me as he lowers himself down between my legs, his shoulders forcing them as far apart as they’ll go. “My turn.”