Chapter 17 Liza #2
The growl behind his words only served to make my body react more strongly as my nipples puckered and the blood rushed to my pussy. I moaned.
Ty growled. “Fuck, Liza. I only have so much self-control.”
His pupils dilated, and he stepped forward without warning. My breath left me in a rush as he pulled me close. My breasts pressed against his solid chest, and I felt his hard erection against my stomach.
He slid one hand around my back and pulled me closer, though I didn’t think it was possible to be pressed any harder against his solid body. His mouth covered mine as he slipped his tongue between my lips.
He teased the tip of my tongue. I growled in the back of my throat, and he deepened the kiss. We searched each other’s mouths with a desperation that made my knees almost buckle.
The kiss wasn’t violent, but it was long, hard, and passionate. Desire made my instincts kick in, and I gently bit Ty’s lower lip. He pulled back and pushed me away at arm’s length.
I could see his heartbeat in the artery in his neck as he closed his eyes, attempting to regain control over his body. “We have to get a handle on your heat, Liza.”
Panic set in when I realized he wanted to fuck me but I hadn’t yet told him the truth. I stared at the ground, attempting to muster up the courage to admit that I was nowhere near as sexually experienced as Ty.
“What’s wrong?” Ty placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head up, forcing me to make eye contact with him.
“I wanted to tell you this at the coffee shop the other day, but with everything that happened, I couldn’t bring myself to drop another bomb on you.” I leaned back to read his face.
He was scared. His cheeks flushed, and I wasn’t sure if it was from his need to come or from his desire to make me come. Before this went any further, I had to confess.
“There’s no easy way to say this.” I picked at my fingernails, stalling.
Ty crossed his arms and stared at me as if I was about to tell him I moonlighted as a serial killer. “For fuck’s sake, Liza, what is it?”
“I’m a virgin.”
He took a step back, his arms falling to his side. His chest heaved as a stunned expression washed over his face. And then relief. He even smiled. “That’s really not what I thought you were going to say.”
I didn’t ask because… serial killer. A giggle bubbled out of my throat, but then I saw the flicker in his eyes. They widened as I watched his cock grow longer and harder.
He wasn’t upset over the new information. He was aroused.
How could it physically get any bigger? Gods, I needed him inside me.
Ty cleared his throat, but that didn’t keep his voice from coming out hoarse. “Liza, are you saying that no man has ever pleased you?” He spoke softly, but the rasp was as hot as any growl or purr I’d heard so far.
I shook my head. “I trusted my doctor when he told me the hormones would suppress my pheromones, but I always had a fear that my scent would drive someone to harm me because they couldn’t control themselves. So, whenever I dated someone, I always ended things before it became sexual.”
Ty was quiet for a moment, seeming to compose himself. “I’m sorry you had to live with that fear. Just for the record, though, I would never hurt you. Do you know that?” He pulled his lower lip between his teeth. My answer mattered to him.
I nodded. “Of course. I trust you.”
And I did. Everything that had happened so far, the incidents and moments that had brought us to this one here felt like a natural progression with Ty, and not something I was being forced into or that we were trying to force on ourselves.
Fate wanted us together, and so did our bodies.
There was no denying the powerful force pulling us together.
At that point, I would’ve allowed Ty to do whatever he pleased. My body was hot, my heart pounded as if it would beat out of my chest, and I was so wet that I clenched my thighs in hopes that Ty wouldn’t see my juices dripping down my skin.
“How have you handled your past heats?” Ty cracked his knuckles, trying to keep his eyes on my face.
My cheeks reddened. “I’ve never experienced a real heat because the pills suppressed them. That is, until now. I doubled my dosage, yet here we are.”
“Yes. Here we are.” Ty narrowed his eyes on me. “Do you want me to handle it for you?”
Before I could respond, my body answered for me. My chest rose, thrusting my breasts in Ty’s direction. My hands drifted down my stomach, though I caught myself before I allowed my hands to rub over my throbbing clit.
My body wanted Ty and only Ty.
He’d watched my hands skim along my skin, and he reacted immediately, stepping forward and closing the gap between us.
Our lips locked as Ty’s hands ran up and down my back, eventually landing on my ass, cupping both cheeks and squeezing tightly.
Arching my back, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me, running my tongue along his top lip.
Ty let out a groan and pulled his mouth away, nudging my face with his and nipping at my ear.
His tongue traced my jaw, then trailed down my neck, where he stopped and gave special attention to the exposed skin at the side of my throat, nipping gently with his teeth.
I moved my hands down his chest and across his stomach.
My fingers danced along the ripples of muscle and sinew and skin.
It was so smooth, so supple. Holy fuck, he had good skin.
Ty breathed into my ear, his hot breath sending a chill down my spine. “Shift and follow me back to the estate.”
I pulled back and studied his face. Ty wanted to please me as much as I wanted to be pleased, and he didn’t want it to be on the forest floor, so I gladly shifted.
Ty followed suit and ran at full speed. I struggled to keep up with him as his strong legs followed a path he was familiar with.
Within minutes, we were back at the estate.
Ty led me to a lower patio area, where he shifted and grabbed a blanket from an outdoor storage container near a fire pit.
“You’re safe to shift. My parents will be asleep by now and the staff will have gone home for the evening. ”
I took him at his word and shifted back to human form. Ty quickly wrapped me in a warm, fleece blanket, then led me through the backdoor.
We scurried through the house, but I still caught glimpses of the elaborate décor, one-of-a -kind art pieces, and furniture that was, no doubt, custom made for the Kellers.
I knew Ty came from a wealthy family—I’d even been to the estate before—but I was shocked as he led me to his own wing of the house. They were loaded.
Once we were safely inside his bedroom, Ty shut the door and dropped my hand.
His room was extremely clean, though I reminded myself that his family had staff who saw to all the cooking and cleaning.
“Nice room.”
Ty scoffed. “What do you think about the bed?”
My cheeks flushed as I eyed the king-sized bed. The mattress was covered in a gray comforter that I couldn’t have afforded with the profit from my business, and I imagined how it would feel against my exposed skin.
Ty sighed. “I’m not going to take your virginity.
Not yet.” He took a step toward me, gently nudging me to sit on the bed.
He traced a line from my neck to the top of my breast where the blanket was dipping lazily.
“If you’ll consent to me making you come as many times as your body can handle, then I’ll give that to you. ”
My skin and every cell in my body heated, overheated, was so overheated with lust and desire and need that I would’ve been a fool to turn down his offer.
So, I didn’t.
Pushing my shoulders back, I allowed the blanket to drop, exposing my breasts. My nipples hardened immediately from the cool air and the need in Ty’s hot gaze.
His eyes narrowed, his breathing quickening. “You are gorgeous, Liza.”
My own breath caught in my throat. Unable to respond, I stood and dropped the blanket to the floor. Ty stepped in close and wrapped his arms around me, bringing his lips to mine once more.
This time was different, though. He was bold, running his hands down my sides and back up to my breasts, letting his thumbs graze my nipples for a second and only a second.
He gently cupped them, taking in the heaviness of each one.
He pulled his mouth from mine and stared at my nipples as he slid his thumbs over the peaks until I was mindless and breathless and weak-kneed.
“Ty.” My voice was no more than a rasp. “Please.”
He dropped his hands, misunderstanding exactly what I was asking of him. “Am I moving too fast? Is it too much?”
I shook my head. Too much? I’d come back with him. I knew exactly what was going to happen, what he wanted, what I needed, and I wasn’t too ashamed to tell him. “I need you. Please.”
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile as he moved me back toward the bed. “Lie down, Liza.” His voice sent a purr of pure pleasure through me.
He slid onto the bed beside me, his breath hot on my skin as he kissed his way down from my shoulder. I was one soft touch away from imploding.
His tongue flicked across one taut nipple, the sensation of it against the sensitive nub stealing my breath. I whimpered. I wanted more. Was desperate for more.
His hand slid down my belly in a diagonal line toward my hip, and he pulled me closer so my other hip was pressed against the length of his impressive erection.
I wanted to touch him, taste him, put him in my mouth and lick, but he brushed my hand away and lifted his head. “Tonight is about you, sweetheart.”
He raised my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles, then turned it over and licked my palm. The quick flick of his tongue over my skin made my insides clench.
Ty moved my arms up over my head and hissed out a breath. His gaze caressed me, moving over every inch of my naked body.
I wanted to kiss and be kissed, but he’d already started kissing his way down my body. He paid equal attention to each nipple, laved them, blew on each one, then sucked hard on the left then the right. My breath trembled because nothing in my life had ever felt so perfect.
His stubble grazed my skin as he trailed kisses down my stomach, circling my belly button with his tongue, then lower still before he stopped. He inched away, just enough to spread my thighs.
He settled himself on his knees between legs, fisting his cock as he looked at me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Liza.”
My skin flushed with pleasure. I loved that he said things like that. Beautiful. I savored the word as he continued to stare and continued to stroke his beautiful cock.
Then he leaned down, braced himself on his free hand, and dragged his tongue along my tender folds. Without warning, he pushed his tongue inside me. I gasped and arched and whimpered, pleasure unlike anything I’d ever known bursting through my blood. I lowered my hand and tangled it in his hair.
He lifted his head. “Put your hand over your head. Don’t move it again.”
Sweet fuck. This was the most erotic moment of my life. Ty licked and sucked and teased me until I was a writhing blob of sensation, of frayed nerve endings and raw need.
I cried out when he slid a finger, then two inside me. The pleasure within me built and built until I was quivering.
“Oh, Ty!”
He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue teasing me until I couldn’t hold still, until my body shattered. His fingers thrust in and out of me while my pussy convulsed, and I rocked against him, threading my hands into his hair, holding him to me because if he stopped, I would die.
When the convulsions stopped, and when my body and mind were, once again, in sync, I breathed out slowly, stretching languidly in his bed. The warmth of him vanished as he got up and went to the bathroom, but after a few minutes, he came back and lay beside me.
“God, Ty.” I could hardly speak, had no words, and didn’t really need any.
“You need a few minutes?” he asked as he brushed my hair away from my face.
“Maybe a couple.” I smiled. I imagined there would come a point where my body couldn’t take anymore, but we’d find out exactly how long that took.