Chapter 22 Naomi #4
"More like surprised," he confesses. "This is stunning." He presses another kiss to the center of the design, then tilts my head back, claims my lips. It's that hard and deep type of claiming, like he can't get enough of me.
The room is a chaos of moans and the soft creek of the bed as we fall on the bedcovers and roll around, completely naked, our clothes somewhere on the floor. He’s hard and ready, and even though I know it’s a mistake, I don’t push him away.
I don’t want to.
It feels too good, to be pressed up to him, to hold him in my arms, to have his cock wedged between my thighs.
He looks down at me when I’m flat on my back. The corner of his mouth tilts up slightly as he slips his hand down to my sex. A full-body shudder punches through me when I feel his fingers brush over my sex. It's just a graze but I'm dripping. How can he do this to me?
"You're so wet," he murmurs in my ear.
"I'm not going to deny it."
He straightens up, his eyes still on me. "Well, you can't since I've got all the proof I need." Then he brings his finger—same one he just used to touch my pussy—to his mouth and licks it.
I feel hot all over. It's the sexiest thing I've seen in my entire life.
He leans forward just a little, searching my face as if asking for permission without words, and I nod, dizzy with desire. And obviously, alcohol.
He nudges my legs open and settles between them. His hand slides down my belly, tracing the curve of my hip bone.
I shiver from the contact.
Ty smiles, that tiny dimple in his left cheek that always drove me nuts winks at me, and then he’s kissing me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth like it's been years since we last tasted each other and not less than five minutes.
His hands explore every inch of me—gliding over my breasts, outlining the valley of my stomach, gripping my hips. My breath comes in ragged gasps, each one coaxed by his touch.
It's slow and methodical, as if he's trying to remember my naked body as if he's trying to reconnect with it.
And all I can do is stare up at him, completely transfixed and squirming from growing pleasure.
It was always like this before. He didn't even need to work me up.
One look and I got all worked up on my own.
I didn't think this strange sexual compatibility would carry over the course of seventeen years with me.
"Ty," I murmur desperately when he drags his index finger down to the apex of my thighs but pauses before reaching my clit. "I need you to fuck me before I sober up and change my mind."
"You want it that much?" he husks out.
"You’ve got one shot at this. Don’t blow it."
He laughs a little at my pun.
I slap his shoulder. "You know what I mean."
"Yes." He presses another kiss to my lips, then rubs the tip of his cock against my entrance, spreading my juices.
I bite into my bottom lip from the anticipation overload. My pussy is already clenching from the need to be filled.
"I've been waiting for this for seventeen years, Nomes," Ty whispers.
"Me too," I say inaudibly, hoping he doesn't know how to read lips.
"I'll make you the happiest woman on earth tonight," he supplies cockily, but his heavy breathing betrays him a little. I can tell he's nervous.
"Just do it… Please," I beg.
His pushes the head of his cock inside me. Just a little. It's a relief when I feel him invade me. Relief mixed with the dull ache. It's been too long since I've done this. Ty was big even at eighteen. He's even bigger now.
"Is that all you've got?" I ask.
"I haven't even started yet," he whispers and drives another inch into my pussy. Then another and another. It's slow at first.
Slow and careful, like he’s performing brain surgery. His face goes slack, his eyelashes flutter. He looks absolutely undone by simply being inside me.
I reach up and grab his ass. It’s just as firm and cute as I remember.
"I hope seventeen years of fucking around with other women will be useful," I egg him on. In my mind I'm jealous but at least for tonight he's mine.
"Don't joke about this, Nomes," Ty says. "There are no other women. It's always been you."
"Then prove it, Mr. Respectful," I lift my hips off the bed and shove forward, spearing myself on his fantastic cock.
He meets me halfway, thrusting into me with all that he's got, burying himself to the hilt with one powerful stroke.
I cry out from the blend of pain and immediate pleasure, stretching around his length to accommodate his size.
"Is this what you want, Nomes? He drags his cock back out and then slams into me again. I arch up on the bed with a loud moan. "For me to fuck you like this?"
"Yes."
He pulls out and drives into my pussy again and again, picking up the pace.
And soon we're moving together in an age-old rhythm that feels the same yet different. He’s not that inexperienced teenager he used to be.
He’s a grown man who knows exactly what he’s doing.
He knows what angle to choose and what buttons to press to make me squirm.
The room around us blurs into nothing but skin on skin and unmistakable sounds of wild, reckless, drunken, and desperate sex.
The bed creaks under our weight as we move frantically against each other, hellbent on getting to the point of release.
In the recesses of my mind, a fleeting thought surfaces—why didn’t I ask him about a condom? But that rational concern quickly dissolves under the overwhelming cascade of sensations that envelop me.
Tyler's hips slap against mine, his breathing broken near my ear. "I've missed this," he pants, uttering the words I want to say but can't find the air for. "I’ve missed the feel of you beneath me. I've missed this gorgeous body."
I dip my hand in his hair and hold on to him as the orgasm builds deep inside me, like a pebble dislodged and hurtling down a cliffside, gaining speed and strength with every passing second.
And then it hits—a white-hot explosion of pleasure that leaves me gasping for air as my nails dig into his neck.
Ty curses under his breath as he comes, his entire body tense as he seizes up inside me. My pussy is filled up with his hot cum. And God, this is so good.
And then we both fall and fall and fall and fall…
After the climax, we remain still for some time, panting and sticky from exertion, before the reality of what we just did finally sets in.
This was part one of my revenge plan, I tell myself in the privacy of my mind as I kiss his temple.
My brain agrees with the assessment of the situation, but my heart doesn’t.
We lie in a heap, our hearts racing, our skin covered with the salty taste of our unexpected reunion.
I don't move, afraid that doing so will shatter whatever this moment is.
Eventually, Ty rolls off me to stretch out on his side, propping himself up on one elbow. He watches me with an expression I can't quite read, like he's not sure whether this was the beginning of something or the end.
I can't look at him, not with my head spinning.
I can't even tell if this is the aftermath of the orgasm or the alcohol.
I fix my gaze on the ceiling instead, feeling both exhilarated and horribly, horribly unsure of my motivations.
There is still leftovers of his cum between my thighs and inside my pussy and I know I need to clean myself up but I don't dare to move.
"So?" he says, that single word full of questions.
I force a smile, but it wavers with my indecision. "So?"
"Same old us," he says, but there's a hint of uncertainty in his voice that almost makes me laugh. Almost.
"Seems like," I reply, pulling the sheet up to cover my bare skin. "But not really, Ty."
"I know."
He doesn't push for more, and I try to tell myself I'm glad he doesn't. I pretend the rapid pounding of my heart is from exertion and not from the idea that I might have just made the biggest mistake of my life.
I sit up, pulling the sheet tighter around me, needing a barrier between his body and mine before round two happens. Because I'm already wet again just from looking at him.
Ty scrutinizes me with those clear blue eyes.
I take a deep breath, diving into dangerous waters. "This was just physical," I say, and my voice comes out stronger than I expect. "No strings." The words hang between us like smoke, and deep down, I know I’m lying to myself.
His fingers trace patterns on my shoulder, leaving trails of warmth. I pretend not to notice how good it feels. "It's not like we haven't been here before," he finally says. I don't know if he's talking about the resort or something else entirely.
"Just so we're clear," I say, my tone firm even if my insides are a mess. "I'm not looking for anything serious."
He nods, but there's a look on his face that tells me he doesn’t agree. "Right. No strings," he repeats.
"It's not that I don't—" I stop myself, the words tangling like everything else in this room. I don't know what to say, I realize.
His hand drifts down my arm, his touch soft but insistent. I fight the urge to lean into it, to give in. Instead, I pull the sheet up even more, using it as a shield.
"It's fine, Nomes," Ty says, sitting up beside me. "We can do it however you want. You choose the pace."
It stings that he doesn’t argue, doesn’t demand to be loved, to be taken back. But I don't let it show. Besides, it’s for the best. "Last time, it ended badly," I remind him. "I don't want to go through that again."
"Neither do I." His voice is so honest, it almost makes me believe him.
Silence ensues, and I wonder if he can hear my heart, loud and nervous in the quiet room.
I break it first. "So are you going to the reunion in June?"
"I was thinking about it," he replies.
"I don’t believe you."
"Why not?"
I narrow my eyes, teasing but half serious. "You tend to run off."
Ty looks away, his jaw tight. It's the reaction I was expecting but hoping not to get.
He raises an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"
"Positive."
"Want to make a bet on it?" he challenges.
"You're on," I say, my competitive streak kicking in. "What's at stake?"
Ty grins, and it feels like a victory already. "Winner gets one wish."
I pretend to think it over, but the truth is, I can't resist. "Deal," I say, sealing it with a shake of his hand.
He leans closer, testing the space between us. "You sure this is what you want?" he asks, the question so loaded, it could sink a ship. "I can ask for anything."
"First, I want to see you show up, Ty. Then let’s talk about the rest."