Chapter 43 #2
I tighten along his middle, my thighs doing exactly as they had last time we rode, more so with each turn. I love every second I get to sit this close with him. He isn’t careless as we glide along the streets, I really appreciate that about him.
The sun is starting to set and the sky has that beautiful purplish-orange color. I want to stay lost in this moment right here, my heart completely enamored by this man who has come back from where I thought I had lost him. I honestly thought I had lost myself years ago.
He set up his camera to capture the ride, something I assume he uses for content to post on social media. He mentioned he’ll post it but not show our faces. What I’m about to do might throw his Fire Hunters into a tizzy.
We stop at a light, and I rub my hand up and down the front of his chest. He turns his head in acknowledgement. There’s something intimate about being on this motorcycle and I’m getting more turned on by the second.
He wasn’t kidding about the damn foreplay. My body feels like every cell is firing on all cylinders. If we don’t head back to the house soon, I might need him to pull over so I can ravage him out here, even though prying eyes can see.
I notice him take a turn and we start crossing through familiar areas again, back to neighborhoods I recognize. Soon enough, we’re turning down his street and I feel the thrill of anticipation that I’ll get to strip him down once we’re back in his house.
When he pulls into the garage and turns off the engine of the bike, I pull myself off him. He must feel as keyed up as me because he’s removing his jacket, then grabbing the chin strap to my helmet next.
The moment he frees my face, I grab his helmet to remove it. Once I see his beautiful features, I bring my palms to his cheeks and pull his lips down to meet mine.
He pulls me into his arms, my legs automatically winding around his hips. He moves his arms around my waist, while his calloused hands move under my shirt and jacket to touch my skin.
I moan into him, eager for more proximity. We become frantic as we move further into the house, tossing layers of our clothes. My jacket is thrown to the ground, then our shirts are next.
He pulls our lips apart to inspect the red, lace bra I chose to wear. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says, inspecting the way the fabric stretches across my skin.
He pushes one breast free, bringing it into his mouth. I automatically push my chest into him, while pulling on his dirty-blond hair. My head falls back, my eyes closing, and my body aching for more.
He pops out my breast then blows on my sensitive skin, enticing another loud moan. “Yes, Tyler.”
“You like that, wife?”
God, I love when he calls me that.
“Mmhmm,” is all that comes out of me.
He pulls my hair, bringing my gaze to meet his. “You like when I call you that?”
“Yes.” My tone is breathy.
He starts to nibble along my collarbone, enticing goosebumps along my skin. I start to move my hips of their own accord, seeking friction.
“I need us to be naked, Ty,” I moan.
“I know, baby,” he tells me. “But I also love you writhing like this against me.”
I whimper.
His chuckle along my skin is downright evil, yet I crave the way he pushes me to this edge each time we are together.
We’re at his bedroom door and he kicks it open. The expanse of his room is large, his bed nicely made with sage green bedding and minimal pillows. He has a few decorative pictures hung in the room, but, for the most part, this space is pretty bare.
He lays me down on the bed, still planting kisses along the center of my chest, trailing them down until he meets the button of my jeans. He undoes them then begins to shimmy the fabric down.
Once my pants are removed and I’m completely exposed to him, he starts kissing up my leg. I’m squirming, needing more of a connection from this man of mine.
“Wanna have a little fun, Indy?” I see the devilish smirk move across his lips.
I let a smile move across my face and give him a slight nod.
He moves his hands up the sides of my ribs, stopping and cupping my breasts, squeezing my nipples. “Right answer.”
He kisses my lips, then pulls away too soon.
I watch as he moves to the side table and retrieves a maroon scarf.
“What are you doing?”
“Having a little fun,” he says as he saunters back over to me.
I watch him, my eyes trained on the scarf in his hands.
“Turn around in the center of the bed,” he instructs me.
I do as he asks. He ties the scarf to cover my eyes and my senses are already heightened.
I’m sitting upright, my back facing him.
I feel his lips move to my shoulder, and a shiver races down my spine.
Then he disappears and I hear the sound of him removing his jeans and discarding them, followed by his belt hitting the floor.
He maneuvers me gently to lay flat on my back, my head hanging off the edge of the bed.
He brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “Good girl.” The chills that race up my spine are instantaneous.
“You tell me if it’s too much and you can’t handle it, alright? Actually, let’s come up with a safe word… how about Hoover?” I can tell he’s standing over me.
I nod, but I know I’m too excited for what’s next. I want this. I’m dripping for this man and we haven’t even done much.
“Open your mouth for me, wife,” he orders, his voice gruff.
My heart hammers behind my ribcage as I open for him and I feel his length slide into my mouth. It’s different at this angle, so it takes a moment to adjust.
That smooth cock, the salty tip hitting my tastebuds, is only making me want him more. Although it looks like I’m completely at his mercy, he’s technically at mine.
The moment I fully take him in, I hear a deep groan take over Tyler’s throat. “Fuck, you take me so good,” he says.
I hum my approval and that only makes Tyler moan even louder. I hear him breathing hard, probably trying to control himself.
Having my eyes covered while blowing someone is a completely new experience.
He starts to move slowly, and I relish in the feeling of pleasing him.
Having this control, yet not being able to see him, is exhilarating.
I bring my hands to circle around his backside, my fingers digging into his ass, likely leaving marks.
“Yes, that fucking mouth of yours is perfect,” he says, completely lost as he starts pumping at a more rhythmic speed in and out of me. I love how enamored he is right now.
I’m so wet and all I want is to get myself off right now. My pelvis starts to move of its own accord, although there’s no friction.
I swear, Tyler is so in tune with my needs that he moves a hand down my stomach to my clit and starts to play with my sensitive bud. I moan, which only coaxes a sound of his own.
“You’re so fucking wet, Indy. Sucking me gets you wet, huh?”
“Mmhmm,” I agree with him.
He keeps moving his fingers through my center as I suck him off. We must look so hot right now; I wish I could see us in a reflection somewhere.
We keep moving and I can feel my orgasm building. I’m about to come, when his hand disappears and I whine. I pop off his cock.
“No,” I moan.
“I need to be inside you,” he says. I hear the desperation in his voice. “Get on all fours.”
I move quickly, my eyes still covered.
Once he helps me into position, I feel him move behind me. He caresses up the back of my leg, then I feel the sting from the slap he delivers on the right cheek.
“This ass is so fucking perfect, Indiana. I can’t believe it’s mine.” He squeezes it and I push it back toward him, eager to feel him inside me.
I think he’s going to plunge into me, but instead, I feel his wet tongue move along my slit and I yell out in pleasure. I bury my head into my mattress, and groan.
“Tyler,” I plead.
“What do you want?” he taunts as he flicks my clit with his tongue.
“More.” He’s going to be the death of me.
“More…what?” I may not be able to see him, but I can imagine he’s got a smirk on his face right now.
“More of your cock and less teasing,” I specify.
He chuckles, then pulls away. My heart is hammering away behind my chest. I’m about to complain again because I need some release. But in the next second Tyler lines himself up and fills me to the hilt.
We both cry out in relief. We take a few seconds, then Tyler grabs onto my hips and begins a punishing pace. There’s nothing slow and sensual about this right now. We are both chasing our release after what feels like hours of foreplay.
Ty reaches around, bringing his fingers to my clit, and I detonate. My climax rips through me and my whole body convulses.
I scream his name, and with my eyes covered it feels like my senses are amplified, my orgasm bringing out all the colors of the rainbow.
As I start to come down from my high, Tyler starts thrusting in and out of me at a new pace. I know he’s chasing his own release.
He’s telling me how much he loves me and how good I feel. Soon his movements become erratic, and I know he’s about to lose all control. I feel the moment he climaxes into me, and my name is coming off his lips.
Our breaths are labored, sweat coating our skin. We’re spent as we fall to the mattress. I curl into his side, even though I know I have to get up and clean myself up. I pull the scarf off my face and breathe in his masculine scent, his woodsy smell mixed with sweat and sex.
I kept thinking Tyler would hurt me if I welcomed him back, but I’m slowly realizing he was the missing piece to making my life whole again.