Fraternizing with Friends #4
She took a few steps back and undid the knot in the front of her blue checkered shirt.
Her hands moved slowly as she pulled it off her shoulders.
His brown eyes were ablaze, burning with lust and when she took off her bra, his jaw clenched.
He was having a really hard time keeping himself composed. Her thumbs hooked into her denim skirt.
“Wait.” The sexiest grin lifted the corners of his mouth. “That stays on.” He took a few steps towards her and then stopped dead. “Uh…we should discuss a few things.”
Her eyes widened and her brows creased. He couldn’t be serious. “Now, Tyler?”
“It’s only three things and it’s important.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay. One?”
“I wasn’t…expecting this and I’m not in the habit of carrying around condoms.”
“I’m on the pill. Two?”
“Any boundaries, any…hard limits I should know about?”
“No pet names.” Her hands moved under her skirt, catching her panties and shimmying them down and over her cowboy boots. “Other than that…” She sat on the bed and spread her legs. “…I’m open for anything else.”
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus.” A tight fist went to his mouth and he bit into his knuckle.
She smiled, loving the way he was unravelling in front of her. “Three?”
“I forget.”
He was on her faster than a fat kid on cake.
He ripped his shirt off and his hand immediately went between her thighs, fingers thrusting inside her.
She moaned, feeling more hot, more dizzy, unsure if it was the effects of the alcohol or if she was just getting drunk on Tyler.
She wanted more. She was ready for more.
This was months of coiling tighter and tighter with frustration and she wanted more than just his hand.
“Fuck foreplay.” She pushed him onto his back and tugged his jeans down a little further. “I can’t wait.”
She straddled his hips and positioned herself on top of him.
He lifted her skirt and watched with bated breath as she lowered herself.
Soft whimpers left her lips as she slowly took him into her.
Thick and hard, he filled her completely.
She allowed herself a few seconds to adjust to the length inside her before she began to move.
He sat up, gripped her hips and began rocking her against him, dragging her off slow and sliding her on hard.
It was gradual, but he picked up the pace, moving her hips faster, with more urgency.
Fevered breathing hot on her skin, low groans against her ear and when he bent down and took a nipple into his mouth, she fucking burst, orgasm ripping straight through her.
She arched her back and twisted her fingers in his hair, keeping him in place until she felt the last wave of pleasure.
He waited for her to come down from her high and when she opened her eyes, she encountered another sexy grin. “Just keep it coming.”
He meant that literally. He began moving her hips again, same pace, same rhythm, same intensity. It didn’t take long for the second orgasm to ripple through her body. That one…that one made her scream.
She pushed him back against the bed and bit his lip.
His one hand was on her back, pressing her breasts against him, the other started moving her hips again, guiding her up and down the length of him.
Their damp bodies glided against each other as the pressure built.
After she climaxed again, she dropped off him and collapsed onto the bed completely spent.
His big body moved over hers. “I’m not done yet.”
“Tyler…I don’t…I don’t think I can take any more.”
“Sure, you can.” He spread her legs and she was so wet, he slid easily inside her. “Come for me one more time, Jordan.”
His hand moved between their bodies, massaging her clit as he began to thrust. It was a strange feeling.
She was numb yet she still felt everything.
Her body was satisfied yet still craving more.
Fast and forceful, he hit against her, keeping his fervid brown eyes fixed on her and when orgasm number four struck, she didn’t even have the strength to scream.
She just gripped the sheets, holding her breath as it washed over her.
He joined her over the edge this time, a deep groan rumbling in his throat as he came inside her.
He fell against her, heavy and heaving. After a few seconds, he dropped onto the bed beside her and tried to catch his breath.
“Well, fuck me,” she said with a satisfied sigh as she stared up at the ceiling.
An exhausted chuckle filled the room and he lifted himself up onto his elbow to look at her. “I believe I just did.”
She coughed out a laugh, too tired to do anything more than that. “What happened to making sweet, sweet love to me?”
“Yeah,” he said, sounding completely sated. “I thought that shit could wait for tomorrow.”
“Ooh, Tyler Evans, you rebel. A brown word.”
“Well, when in Rome…” He smiled and leaned closer. “And I seem to find myself in the constant company of a Roman.”
He brushed his lips against hers and she went all gooey inside.
What was that she told herself? That firm vow that she would absolutely, positively, under no circumstances, fall for Tyler Evans.
That was just a couple months ago and now look?
Ugh! Barf! What a sorry excuse of soppiness she turned out to be.
* * * * *
Tyler woke up much later that afternoon and was a little disappointed to see the empty spot beside him.
His head throbbed slightly as he sat up.
He pulled on his boxers and walked to the bathroom where a new toothbrush was waiting for him on the sink.
After brushing his teeth, he slowly made his way down the corridor to the kitchen.
She had her back to him but he still smiled when he saw her – super short shorts and a loose-fitting tank top that stopped midway between her breasts and hips.
She must have already had a shower because her brown hair was damp and untidily swept up in a ponytail.
Her movements were awkward, like her whole body was stiff.
It could have been the excessive dancing, but he was pretty sure it was his fault.
He’d been excessive too, unable to get enough of that body. Hips, thighs and breasts. Lips, eyes and V-town. She’d offered him every soft, sexy curve last night and he stopped caring she was drunk.
Goodbye, moral compass.
He’d taken her with ferocity, with a need he’d never felt before.
It was an insatiable need, a constant, unending burn to have her.
She drove him wild. She’d found the most primal part of him and all it took was one look in her blue-gray eyes to draw it out of him.
He was a man who was usually calm and collected.
It was in his nature and yet every time he was around her, he felt a little out of control.
Last night…he lost complete control and surrendered to raw, uncontrolled lust. And considering the events of the night before, he should have woken up feeling the tiniest bit satisfied. He wasn’t.
“Good morning.”
His greeting startled her and she spun around to face him. “Good afternoon,” she responded, her voice sounding a little hoarse. There had been a lot of screaming too.
She smiled as she turned off the faucet and it told him that memories of last night were flashing through her mind as well.
She remained casual and carried a bowl of fruit to the small wooden table in the middle of the kitchen.
Picking up a knife, she began slicing an apple.
“After all the alcohol we drank last night, I think we should have something healthy for breakfast.”
“What? No ice-cream? Who are you and what have you done with Jordan?”
A little titter filled the space between them. “How are you feeling?” she asked, reaching for another apple. “I’m totally fucked!”
He smiled, shaking his head. The profanities. “I see that, Roman.” Moving around the table, he wrapped his arms around her waist. “You seem to be a bit unsteady on your feet.”
“That’s your fault.”
“I know.”
“I think I’m gonna call in sick tomorrow.”
He moved her hair back and lightly kissed her neck. “And what do you think your boss will say about you taking a hangover day?”
She leaned back against him, tilting her head to the side so his mouth had better access. “It wouldn’t be a hangover day. It will be a recovering-from-Tyler day. It got a little rough last night.”
“That’s your fault,” he whispered, nipping her earlobe. His hand pressed harder against her stomach, his fingers slowly inching lower. “Are you hungry? I was thinking we could skip breakfast.”
He didn’t know why he asked that question. It didn’t matter what her answer was. His hand slipped into her shorts, lightly caressing her skin and he felt her moistness on his tips.
A soft gasp left her lips and the apple dropped from her hand.
The knife fell next, sliding to the edge of the table.
Slow…easy…his fingers moved inside her. Her head dropped back against his chest and he gently nipped the skin on the side of her neck.
Light breaths became heavier, but it wasn’t a moan just yet.
He was just beginning to enjoy it when she pulled his hand away and turned around.
That annoyed him a little, but she pressed her mouth against his and he kinda forgave her.
She sat down on the table and wrapped her long legs around him.
Her hand ran down his chest, but he grabbed it before it reached his boxers.
He wanted to learn this body, see what made her moan. She’d denied him this last night and now he had every intention of rectifying that.
Easing her back onto the table, he pulled her shorts down her legs and his hand traced leisurely up her inner thigh. Her head rolled back as his fingers pushed inside her again. She shifted her hips, urging him to pick up the pace, but he refused.