Chapter 46
RAIN
Ididn’t want to want it, but I did.
As soon as we were in the hotel, we were at each other. My body was against his. He was pressing me against the hotel door. Our hands were fumbling for each other’s clothes, shoving down our pants.
It was going to be quick. Fast.
He got my pants down first. My underwear was ripped away. I had no idea where it went, then his finger was rubbing around me. I slowed, moaning, and began rocking into his hand. That felt good.
“You like that?” His tongue demanded entry before kissing down my throat, then to my ear.
His finger slid inside of me.
I was forgetting what I’d been trying to do.
A second thrust up into me. I began moving with them, trying to ride his hand.
“Jesus.” He breathed against my throat. “I love when you ride my hand. Ride my dick. Ride me. I’ll never be tired of watching you do that, because you do it for me. Right? Just me. No one else.” He nipped at my ear.
I squeaked, and he took advantage of my distraction to slide a third finger into me.
I exhaled, melting against him. “Tyler.”
“Yeah. Say my name. I want you to scream it.” He nipped at my throat this time, shoving those fingers so deep inside of me.
“Fuck. They’re so—Tyler. I can’t—”
“You can,” he said, breathing hard. “I promise you that you will.”
He kept pistoning his fingers into me, but my brain started working again and I remembered what I’d originally been doing.
I lifted up a foot, shoved down his pants and hooked my foot inside of them enough to step them down all the way.
His boxer briefs went with them. My hand wrapped around his cock. It was long and hard and fully upright.
He slowed in his ministrations as I gave him one long smooth stroke. “Shit,” he said under his breath.
I liked that sound. I liked it a lot. “You like this?” I was almost goading him.
He’d closed his eyes as I gave him another stroke but opened them again to gaze at me. They narrowed. A sudden spark showed and I paused, not sure if I liked whatever that meant, but a mean glint pulled at his mouth.
He taunted back, “I think tonight’s about what I want. What do you think about that?”
I opened my mouth, a retort on the tip of my tongue, but he pulled his fingers out and flipped me around. I was facing the door before I could comprehend what was happening. In that space of time, he stuck his fingers back inside of me, positioning my ass out toward him.
My hands went to the door.
My heart was pumping.
“Tyler—”
I heard the sounds of a condom wrapper, then felt him move between my legs. His fingers slid out, and his cock slid in. He went all the way to the hilt, until I felt him bottom out. “Oh. God. Tyler.”
He held still, panting against my shoulder. “Jesus Christ, you feel good. Why do you feel like this? Every fucking time?” He began moving inside of me.
I groaned, loud and low and felt it all the way to my stomach. “Oh. Tyler. Oh. Fuck,” I hissed as he began going faster.
I could only brace myself, except my palms were sweaty so I couldn’t get a good hold on the door.
Tyler repositioned me, picking me up a little and he kicked my feet apart, settling more comfortably between my legs. He pounded into me. His hips were hitting me. Over and over again. He was fucking me so fucking good.
I gasped, trying to catch my breath. Resting my forehead on the door, I looked down, but the view was of our joined pants on the floor. His feet were there. His hands gripped the sides of me, and he just kept thrusting.
God.
I couldn’t—I gasped for air.
Pleasure was blasting me. It was a continuous onslaught.
I didn’t want it to end.
I wanted him to keep fucking me. All night long. Every night.
I heard myself begging, “Tyler.” I didn’t know what I was asking for, but it was a whispered plea in my throat. He paused, stopping, and I flailed at him behind me. “What are you doing?”
“Holding off,” he grated behind me. His hand shifted, going to my clit and rubbing me.
I was almost crying. “No. No. I—”
He shifted me again, holding me even more upright off the floor and away from the door.
He was almost completely holding my weight, standing firmly on his two planted feet.
“What do you want?” He kept one arm wrapped tight around my waist, holding me in place for him, but the other slid up my front to wrap around my throat.
He didn’t squeeze me. He just cupped me there, his thumb brushing over my neck.
Soothing. He pressed a hot kiss to the back of my neck. “Tell me what you want?”
“I want you,” I mewled, my head falling forward.
“Babe.” He began rolling my hips over his dick. He was using me as his own personal sex toy. I didn’t know how he was doing this, but my mind was exploding.
I needed to come.
I didn’t want to come.
I wanted this to go on forever.
I needed him to let me release.
All the demands were hitting at me at once and I couldn’t talk anymore. I could only make choking sounds, though his hand hadn’t moved. I could breathe freely.
“Tyler. Please.”
“What do you need?” He kissed my neck again. His hand fell from my throat, sliding to my breast and his thumb rubbed over my nipple.
I arched my back. They were so sensitive, too sensitive.
“What do you need, Rain? You need to tell me.”
“I—”
He began lifting me again, a few more pumps, before he plastered me against the door once more. If anyone was out there, they would know what we were doing. The thumps. The sounds. They would have no question what was happening just on the other side of the door.
I couldn’t talk anymore. I felt like his dick was all the way up into my stomach.
My body began quivering. Sweat rolled down my spine.
Pleasure accosted me in waves, but still, I wasn’t coming.
“You need to tell me.” He was having fun, saying that, and slowing his thrusts, as he kissed the back of my neck. He moved his mouth, tasting around to the front of my throat, his hand tilting me further back for his angle.
“I need—let me come. Please.” My legs were shaking.
“You’d like that, hmm?” His hand rubbed between my legs again in strong slow circles. “Like you like that too?”
I hissed, trying to get away from his touch. It was too much, but he was firmly inside of me and I didn’t want to go anywhere. I wanted his touch. I wanted it forever. But I also needed to release. He was playing with me. It was maddening.
He chuckled in my ear and the sound was so dark, cruel.
“You have no idea.” He nipped at my ear again, then circled my clit so much until I was exploding.
I screamed; my body went taut. He held me in place, waiting as my climax rode through me and I sagged, my knees unsteady.
He held me in place, but he was still fully erect and inside of me.
“Now you’re going to find out what we’re going to be doing all fucking night.
” He gripped me hard and began thrusting up into me, as if I had never come, as if we were just starting.
He gutted out, “We’re going to be going all night like this.
I’m going to pound into you like this until you start recovering from your release, and then I’m going to stop and make you come.
Then I’ll wait. I’m a professional fucking athlete.
I have the endurance to last a long time.
But I’m going to hold off every time until you come.
You got that? It’s my version of edging. ”
I moaned, so low. “You’re going to fuck me to death.”
“Exactly. So get ready because here’s your second release coming soon.”
And he delivered.
My second.
My third, still against the hotel door.
He moved us to the bed, laying on top of me while I was on my stomach. He slid inside from behind, and he just kept moving inside of me until he felt another climax coming my way. It was torture and I was crying by the sixth for him to just come.
“You want that?” He was moving, his whole body stretched over mine.
I balled my hands into fists, pinned to the bed next to my head. “Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Please.” My mind was scrambled. My body was a mess. I was shaking all over. It was the best night of sex I’d ever had, but it was also the most tormented as well. I couldn’t handle much more.
He held still, then bit out his own groan.
“Okay. I don’t think I can hold off anyway.
” He reared back and began slamming into me.
It was rough, and hot, and it felt dirty.
I felt like he’d fucked my soul out of my body.
I couldn’t move as he was riding me this time.
He was merciless. Then, thank God, my walls clamped down on him one last time and I felt him exploding inside of me.
He cursed right before he collapsed on top of me.
I felt relief, except when he pulled out, I felt empty. I was awake just long enough to feel him tenderly rolling me over. There were soft, soothing touches after that. A washcloth was between my legs.
My hair was being brushed off my forehead.
Gentle kisses.
Then I fell asleep.