Chapter 30 #2
His control was thinning. I could feel it in the way his thighs tensed beside mine and in the way his breath stuttered when I shifted my weight.
I pulled back. Paused. “Still no demands?”
He swallowed. “None.”
Slowly, ensuring he saw every move, I slid my hands up my body to my nipples. Tweaked them for him. This should’ve been enough. It almost was. He clenched the quilt, his knuckles white, but didn’t relent. No peeks stolen. That focus of his remained on my face.
“I need you to look,” I whispered.
There was a plea in his eyes I didn’t understand, but he dropped his gaze to my tits.
His breathing faltered, and he gave up another deep sound of need, the material he clutched close to tearing.
I felt that all through me, lighting up my nervous system.
Readying my body to be consumed in the way only he could.
I’d learned long ago the power of my form, but what I wielded in commanding Tyler was entirely more.
“Keep watching.”
With the same unhurried grace, I eased my hands around my breasts and cupped them for him, enjoying the way his focus followed. I pressed on my nipples, and his hips jerked. A little shock of pleasure hit me. He’d liked that. I did it again, then squeezed them.
“If this was your mouth, it would feel so good.”
His lips parted, then his tongue came out to wet them. In a way I never would for a client, I knelt on his thighs, taking a nipple to his mouth. “Suck.”
Tyler supported me by my thighs and brought me onto him. The mostly naked showgirl on the black-clad gangster. His tongue curled around me, and I gasped.
“More.”
He groaned and sucked harder, then licked his thumb and forefinger, using them on the other side. Against him, I writhed, desire building. It was too much and not enough. I needed to get closer.
I wanted him to take over. To let fever seize him so he could fuck me so hard I’d see stars.
I skimmed down his abdomen and over the front of his jeans, feeling the unmistakable evidence of what I was doing to him. He hissed through his teeth.
“There you are,” I whispered.
I opened his jeans, then climbed off him to do the job properly. The attempt at a lap dance was failing. I wanted him too badly to tease for much longer. Tyler shoved off his clothes then sat back, hard and thick, ready for me.
“What do you want me to do?” I pressed.
“Let me make ye come.”
“I meant to you.”
“Same answer.”
My breathing came hard. “Take off my underwear.”
Tyler twisted a finger in one side and drew them down my legs. Cool air touched where I was so wet for him. Still a surprise to me but one I was loving getting used to.
I sank to my heels. With my knees together, I splayed my hands on his thighs and grazed up, then kissed the underside of the hefty dick bobbing for my attention.
“Ye don’t—” His words broke and cracked when I licked up his shaft with the flat of my tongue.
I really did. I’d been thinking about this. Blowing him. Making him crazy. Once, I’d given Cassie a lesson in blow jobs after she’d asked for help. Then, I’d acted the professional, glad to help her on her journey. Now felt so different.
I cared so much about Tyler. I needed him wild.
I encased the head of his dick in my mouth and sucked him down. His hand came up as if to tangle in my hair, but he stopped it and made a fist. I came off him.
“Grab my hair. Show me how hard you want this.”
He raked his fingers over my scalp, still only gently, but it thrilled me.
I took him in my hand and jerked him a couple of times then returned to my task. Teasing, sliding him in and out of my lips. With my free hand, I glided lower to his balls. Played with them. Grazed my knuckles on the space between.
Under my actions, Tyler got so hard, he could’ve been made of steel. I tormented every ridge, let him wind down then built him up again. He panted, tensed up so his thigh muscles were rocks either side of my body.
At no point did he clamp hard on me. But he managed to grit out a request.
“Touch yourself.”
I came off him, breathing hard, then spread my knees.
He watched with avid attention, his gaze flaring when my fingers met my slick centre.
I felt his reaction as much as I did my own touch.
I wanted him so turned on he felt the same.
I arched onto one hand, showing him what I was doing, then came back to his lap.
Swallowed his dick while I stroked myself off.
Tyler palmed my head again but only to guide me away. “Ye have to stop.”
Success flushed me hot. I’d got him close.
He helped me stand. I straddled him and ground down, riding the ridge where his dick slipped between my thighs and bumped my clit. Almost exactly where I wanted him, but not inside. He had to do that.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Dixie.” It was strained, not a warning anymore.
I kissed him, no longer careful but deep and demanding. I bit his lower lip and soothed it with my tongue. I wanted him wrecked. I wanted him gone.
His hands drove up my thighs without permission.
God, that tiny action. At last, a take.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rough as gravel.
I didn’t.
His restraint frayed, fingers digging into my hips, and he dragged me down against him. The kiss turned hungry, urgent, his control slipping in sharp, uneven edges.
Yes. I moved faster. Adjusted so the tip of him lodged at my entrance.
Tyler gritted out, “Ye want me.”
“Every part. Every. Single. Drop.”
He surged forward suddenly, flipping us so I hit the mattress with a soft gasp. His weight hovered over me, forearms braced, breath ragged.
His eyes were dark. Dangerous.
There it was.
The edge.
I smiled up at him, triumphant and breathless. His hips held over mine, and he groaned, a low, involuntary sound that shot straight through me.
He was seconds away from losing it.
Tyler plunged into me, filling me halfway with his thick length. I moaned out loud, and he worked his hips, going deeper.
I loved this so much. How thick he was. How he wasn’t being so cautious this time.
His gaze stayed on mine until I brought him in for another endless kiss. We lost everything on each other’s lips. I didn’t need air. Only the perfect way he made me feel.
Tyler worked a hand between us and stroked my clit, his hips pistoning in a steady build. He sped up more when I moaned then kept a steady pace, riding a limit of insanity.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he chanted. “So, fucking, mine.”
Inside me, he thickened impossibly more.
God, he was about to come.
I cried out and came, launched into an orgasm that was all the better for the surprise. I pulsed around him, lightning struck with every cell filled with brilliant light. My body went limp in utter relief. Nothing beat this. Only Tyler could get me there.
He was still hard as nails inside me, slowly working me through my climax.
I had just enough brain cells left to attempt to take over. I worked my hips. Rolled up and down his length. Tyler made a deep sound of pleasure, his breathing ragged.
“Fuck.” He clamped hold of my hip and pulled out then buried his face in the quilt beside mine. Not touching himself. Denying himself again.
The room went quiet except for our breathing.
I nudged his cheek with a kiss. If he hadn’t knocked me out with the power of his body, I could’ve climbed on to finish him off. He might even have let me.
But the moment felt precious.
And emotions hit me just as hard as they had every other time he’d made me come. Tears filled my eyes, and my breathing stuttered.
I tried to hide it.
He noticed. Reached for my hand and laced our fingers together, pressing my palm to his chest where his heart hammered.
“I’ve got ye,” he promised.
It didn’t stop the tears. He had me, but I didn’t have him. I’d pretended to need practice yet had broken many of the rules I used to live by, taking me even further from the woman I couldn’t get back to.
He’d stayed firmly in his power.
Tyler collected me in his arms and tugged the blankets over us, letting me soak then calm myself on his chest.
Tonight, he’d held the line. But I’d seen the darkness in his eyes when he hovered over me.
And the next time, he wouldn’t escape it. He’d fall, right alongside me.