Chapter Fourteen
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Tyler husked, his hands raking up my thighs and spreading them more as he settled between them. He was already thick and throbbing in his sweatpants, his erection pressed right where I needed friction the most.
I gasped, arching into him as his teeth grazed the skin of my neck. He bit down hard enough that I knew it’d leave a mark before sucking that same spot tenderly.
“Do you know how badly I want you, Jasmine?” His words were but a low growl as his hands explored — up my legs, gripping the crease where my hips met my thighs, squeezing my waist so hard I hissed in a breath.
“From the day you showed up in those tight, white jeans, that little blue crop top that showed your hips.” He traced the hips he was cursing, making chills race from that point of contact.
“And then seeing you in your pajama shorts, and that hot little fucking bikini that day at the lake.” Tyler groaned, his mouth claiming mine so quickly and unexpected that I tasted copper on my tongue. “I want you so fucking bad it hurts .”
He thrust his hips into me with the words, as if saying them wasn’t enough to make me truly feel them. Little did he know that every word he spoke was a drug to my system, fogging my morals, filling me up with the purest ecstasy I’d ever known.
My tank top was ripped over my head before I realized he’d even broken our kiss, and then his mouth was back on mine, tongue seeking entrance as he palmed my breasts hard through my sports bra.
He made quick work of it next, and then that hot mouth was on my nipple, sucking and groaning in appreciation with his hands still squeezing me hard.
Words and breath were impossible to reach in that moment. I couldn’t do a single damn thing but lean into his touch, into his torturous, almost hateful seduction.
The first time Tyler touched me, all those years ago, it was with gentle reverence.
He’d handled me like a girl with a broken heart, which was exactly what I was.
His kisses had been slow and soft, his hands hesitant and trembling, and I could still remember the look in his eyes when he laid me back and entered me for the first time.
They were wide, careful, sensitive, longing and pure.
But Tyler didn’t take me gently tonight.
Tonight, he punished me with every kiss, with every bite, with every tight grasp. It must have been true, what he’d said on the beach — he wanted to hate me, too. And I felt it with every new touch, every new kiss, every new taste.
He wasn’t worshiping me.
He was claiming me.
Like I’d ever had a prayer of being anyone else’s but his.
My hands clawed at his shirt, bunching the fabric at his shoulders before he released his mouth from my breast long enough for me to rip the cotton over his head. As soon as it was gone, he continued his torture, and I raked my nails down his back, marking him just as he was marking me.
“Shiiiiit, Jaz,” he cursed, his entire body trembling, and then his mouth crashed into mine again.
He kissed me hard as his fingers dove beneath the band of my running shorts. He yanked violently, and I barely had to work to lift my hips for him to get them off of me and on the floor. They were the kind with built in underwear, which meant once they were on the ground, I was completely naked.
And for the first time since he kissed me, Tyler stopped.
He took a few steps back, far enough that I couldn’t reach him, and his eyes crawled over my exposed skin.
The only light in the room came from my curtains still being open, and it was the soft light of the night, barely enough for me to see his eyes, but certainly enough for him to catalogue every inch of me. I closed my knees, arms crossing over my stomach before Tyler shook his head.
“No,” he commanded. “Don’t get shy on me now, Jazzy. I want to see you. Open those legs for me.”
Fuck.
My entire being came alive at his words, and it wasn’t even an option to do anything other than what he’d demanded.
My knees fell open again, and I spread my thighs wide, feeling the cool wood of the dresser under my ass.
I was already so wet and swollen that just the combination of him watching me and the cool touch of the air conditioning on that sensitive center had me ready to come.
Tyler was just a silhouette with the windows behind him, his hair sticking up this way and that, chest swelling with each new breath.
I palmed my breasts as my eyes traced each valley and ridge of his abdomen, my nipples pebbling under the touch, and I moaned at the sight of him stripping off his shorts and freeing his erection.
It sprang forward, thick and long, and when he wrapped one fist around it with his eyes still watching me, I panted, my hand sliding down to rub my aching clit.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, still stroking himself as he moved toward me. “You were touching yourself like that last night, weren’t you?”
My hand stilled, just for the pause of shock registering through me.
He smirked, still moving slowly toward me. “You fucking were. I heard you, your deep moans and hushed cries of pleasure. I thought it was a dream, but it sounded so real. It was, wasn’t it?”
I nodded, lips parting, my fingers moving over my clit again at the sight of him towering and slinking toward me like a snake in the night.
He only pulled his hand from himself when he was close enough to touch me, swatting my own hand out of the way so he could take the job. And when his warm fingertips pressed into my clit, rubbing it in a gentle circle, my entire body convulsed at the touch.
“Who were you thinking of?” he demanded.
I sucked in the urge to moan, holding my breath and fighting everything inside me that wanted to cry out at his touch. “You.”
“ Goddamnit, ” he husked, and his warm fingers pressed harder, still circling as I writhed in his grasp. “Do you know how fucking hard you made me? I had to fuck my hand twice last night, and still couldn’t empty myself fully.”
God, it was so hot the way he spoke to me, the filthy, forbidden things he said. “What did you think of?” I managed through my panting.
“What do you think,” he asked, slipping his fingers down between my wet folds before he circled my clit again. “Fuck, it’s hot how turned on you are right now.”
“Please, Tyler,” I begged, and I swear, I’d never begged for anything in the bedroom before in my life. But I needed him, and I didn’t even know what I needed first — his fingers inside me? His mouth on my clit? His cock buried so deep I could see the stars?
I wanted it all, all at once. I needed him to consume me like a black hole. I desired nothing more than to die by his touch.
Tyler kissed his way down my abdomen with his hands on my waist, sliding his tongue over the smooth skin above my clit. I resisted the urge to whine, but my hips bucked of their own accord. I wanted his mouth on me, his tongue on my clit, now .
He seemed to know it, and he tickled my skin with his fingertips as his tongue drew designs on my mound, dipping close to my clit but never fully encompassing it.
My breaths were so shallow they barely existed at all, and when Tyler slowly crawled back up to kiss me again, I shoved him back with frustration.
The cocky bastard stood there with a knowing grin. He knew he was driving me crazy, that I needed him to touch me, and he loved to torture me and make me beg for it.
But I was done waiting.
I reached out before he had the chance to pin me again, wrapping one hand fully around the base of his cock and squeezing as I rolled my fist up to his tip and down again.
Tyler groaned, his hands slapping down on the dresser behind me as his mouth claimed mine again, hard and demanding, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip.
I trailed my fingers up to his tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum there over the sensitive skin before I wrapped my fist around him again and felt him flex into it.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered against his mouth. “Fuck my hand like you fucked your own last night.”
Another growl ripped through him, and he grabbed my hips, yanking me down off the dresser to stand in front of him.
And when he did, our cores lined up, and I pulled him between my legs, between my lips, hands grabbing his ass and dragging him in until his shaft was snug between my hot thighs, slick from my need.
“Oh, fuck ,” he groaned, and his hands loosened their grip on my hips as he leaned back to appreciate the view.
We were both standing, him bent at the knees a little, and he pulled back enough to expose his entire cock before flexing forward, burying it between my folds again.
This time, the heat of his base rubbed against my clit with the motion, and I gasped, arching back and gripping onto the dresser so I didn’t hit my knees.
I was already about to burst and he hadn’t even put a single inch inside me.
It was just the hot, raw flesh of his cock skating in-between my lips, and then out again, over and over, slicking my clit and giving it just enough friction to drive me mad without taking me to the finish line.
I was so needy, so desperate for him that every other thought was fleeting and impossible to grasp. The only thing that existed in this moment was him.
My hands found his shoulders, and I stepped up onto my toes, tucking my hips to allow him more access. And on his next thrust, the tip of him stretched my opening, slipping inside just enough to make both of us shiver and shake and hold onto each other for dear fucking life.
“Holy fuck, Jasmine,” he breathed, gripping my arms to still me. “Am I inside you right now?”
I moaned, grabbing his ass and pulling him in even more as I tilted my hips farther, using the dresser to hold me up. He slid in even more, the entire tip of him filling me, and we both groaned again.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, shaking, nails digging into his skin as I raked them up his back to hold onto his shoulders. “ Please .”
Another plea. Another desperate call to fill me, to claim me, to ruin me.
And this time, he answered.
Tyler’s hands found my ass, and he lifted me, holding my full weight in his arms with his tip still balanced inside me.
I felt the thick muscles of his thighs under my own as he pulled me down onto him, somehow hard and slow all at once, filling me to the brim in a motion that seared me from the inside out.
A loud moan ripped from my throat, and Tyler wrapped one arm completely around me so he could cover my mouth with the opposite hand. I breathed into it hard, tempted to bite the flesh, but knowing he was right. I needed to be quiet.
But how could I?
He held me there for a long moment, reveling in the feel of his cock fully inside me, and I breathed into his hand, still trembling in his grasp.
Another scream threatened to break through when he lifted me and brought me back down again, somehow making more room and sliding in even deeper. We hadn’t even thought about a condom, hadn’t even considered that it could ever be anything but just all of him inside all of me.
Raw. Bare. Violent.
The earth tilted, and in the next instant my back hit the mattress, a puff of comforter swallowing us as Tyler lowered down over me.
If he pulled out of me with the movement, I didn’t notice, and as soon as we were lying down, he backed me up until my head was in the pillows, until he was so deep inside me I felt him in every pleasurable and uncomfortable way there was.
It was painful, it was too deep, and it was the most gratifying experience of my life.
When he leaned back, sitting on his heels with his hands wrapped around my hips, he slammed into me at a whole new angle — one that had me crying out and reaching for the pillow that had been between my thighs the night before to muffle the moan.
Tyler slowed then, filling me softly and purposefully, inch by blissful inch. And when his thumb pressed hot and hard into my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts, I came fast in a throbbing, pillow-biting, all-encompassing explosion of stars.
That orgasm wasn’t just physical, though I felt it invading every centimeter of my skin, my muscles, my nervous system, my being . But it didn’t stop there — it seeped into my heart and into my soul like a hot, persistent flood, filling every crack and hole and hollow emptiness.
It was complete and total devastation.
And I was bound to him.
My orgasm hadn’t even completely finished when Tyler flipped me over, thrusting into me from behind with my legs pinned under his.
The new angle hit a sacred spot inside me, and my orgasm continued, the rolling waves of climax making me shake and whimper under him as he rode me hard and fast and rough.
I knew his hands would bruise my hips, that his teeth had left marks on my neck, that I’d forever feel an emptiness from where he was inside me now — but I didn’t care.
I loved it.
I craved it. I wanted more, more, more — all of him, all of this, all of us.
It was wrong. It was betrayal. It was everything we were never supposed to do.
But when Tyler thrust into me again and again, then three final, hard times, filling me up completely before he pulled out and stroked his orgasm out until it spilled hot on my ass, I knew we’d take whatever punishment, whatever hell we’d wake up to the next morning.
We’d always choose this, time and time again, over and over, no matter what.
If I thought it was hard to forget Tyler Wagner before, it would be impossible now.
He’d ruined me.
Thoroughly and utterly destroyed me in every consumable way.
And I had never wanted anything more.