Chapter 31 #2
I don’t deserve him. I know I don’t. He could do so much better than me.
But selfishly, I refuse to let him go. I want to keep holding onto him, always.
“Bunny?”
His voice has grown tighter with concern. I don’t want to worry him, but I don’t know what to say. There are no words to express what he means to me.
Thankfully, there is another way to tell him.
I’m not graceful as I throw myself at him, our mouths colliding. I pour everything I’m unable to voice into the kiss. The way he pulls me into him, settling me in his lap, tells me he understands. I knew he would; our bodies have always spoken the same language.
It could be because we haven’t done anything in a while, but the kiss has me nearly vibrating out of my skin.
Or spontaneously combusting. Tyler’s hands sliding under my shirt feel scorching hot, I wouldn’t be surprised if they left burn marks.
I wish they would. He’s already left a permanent mark on my heart, he should leave one on my body, too.
“F-fuck,” Tyler growls when my ass settles over his hardening cock. “I missed you, little bunny.” He tilts my head back, gnawing on the skin under my jaw that always bruises like a peach. His hands sneak up my chest to rub my nipples.
“I—aah—missed you t-too.” Not just the sex, and the bone-rattling orgasms. I missed the comfort and the safety that has become synonymous with being in Tyler’s embrace. With being completely consumed by him, filled with him.
Then his fingers slip under my waistband and find my twitching hole, and all my romantic thoughts scatter like clouds.
I rip his jeans open and squeeze him through his boxers. Fuck, I almost forgot how perfectly thick it is. “Want you. Give me your cock. Now.”
“Fucking hell.” He pushes into my palm. “Go ahead. It’s yours anyway.”
Damn right, it is.
I pull his boxers down until the band catches below his sack, giving me full access. Rising up on my knees, I tug my pants and underwear down to my mid thigh. It will keep me a bit restricted, but that’s fine. I just need enough room to get him inside me.
Reaching behind me, I close my fingers around his length. I give it a good, languid stroke, before positioning myself above it, the tip slotting against my hole. God, it’s so big and warm, my insides quiver with anticipation.
I start to sink down, but Tyler grabs my hips before the head even breaches me.
“Hold on, hold on,” he says, sounding out of breath. “Lube.”
I whine, pushing against his iron grip without success. The lube’s in the bedroom, which might as well be another planet, and I refuse to wait that long.
“Jamie. Lube. Now.”
“No need. Too far.” Funny how we’ve both been reduced to monosyllabic words.
“Jesus,” Tyler breathes, unrelenting. “You’re driving me crazy.”
Before I can retort that the feeling is mutual, he lifts me up and sets me aside.
“Stay,” he orders. “Hold onto the back of the couch.”
“Huh?” I oblige mostly on reflex—and for support. Looking over my shoulder, I watch as Tyler drops to his knees on the floor. Right. Behind. Me.
“Wait,” I blurt when he spreads my cheeks. “What are you—” The words catch in my throat with the first touch of his tongue on my hole. The unfamiliar sensation propels my body forward, drawing a rumbly laugh out of Tyler.
“So fucking cute,” he comments before diving between my cheeks again, plunging his tongue inside me without preamble.
I cling to the back of the couch for dear life while Tyler devours my hole like it’s a gourmet meal.
Each swipe and probe of his tongue draws a new, wrecked sound out of me.
Considering how much I love being stuffed to the brim, it’s insane that something this small and soft can threaten to completely undo me.
“Fuck,” Tyler grunts, his breath brushing my entrance and sending a shiver through me. “You taste so fucking good, I feel like I’m gonna come just from eating you out.”
“N-no,” I sob, trying to wriggle away.
“No?”
I shake my head. “Want you to come inside me.”
“Oh, I will.” He gives my right asscheek a teasing nip. “But we need to get you nice and ready to take my cock first.” He licks a broad stripe from my taint to my tailbone, soaking it with saliva.
“I’m ready!” I nearly scream. “I’m ready, so please…put it in, now.” As amazing as this is, it’s not enough.
For a moment, I worry he’s going to keep at it until I’m close to losing it, but it seems I’m not the only one hanging on by a thread.
“Okay. Fuck, okay, whatever you want.”
I don’t even have time to relax or catch my breath.
Tyler slots himself behind me, dragging his cock through my crease, wet with his spit.
When the tip catches on my rim, he pauses and starts to push in.
And doesn’t stop. There’s barely any air left in my lungs by the time his thighs meet mine, already quivering with the effort of holding me up.
“So good,” Tyler growls right into my ear. “You feel so good, little bunny.”
I whimper, squeezing around him involuntarily. “You too. So good.”
“Yeah?” He nuzzles the spot behind my ear. “You must have felt so empty, with nothing to fill that needy hole of yours.”
“G-God.” My hips start to move of their own accord, rocking back and forth on that glorious cock. Pleasure zings through me, my head falling back against Tyler’s shoulder.
“Look at you, so impatient,” he comments smugly, smacking my butt. It’s the first time he’s done it, and the unexpected thrill of it has me throwing my ass back. Letting out a low curse, he slaps my other cheek. “Fuck. You’re gagging for it, aren’t you?”
“P-please!” I don’t know what exactly I’m begging for, but somehow I know he’ll understand.
He delivers a few more smacks to my ass, until my skin starts to sting despite him going easy on me. Then he reaches around me to grip the back of the couch as well, the shift bringing his chest flush with my back.
“How do you want it, little bunny? You want to me to fuck that sweet hole nice and slow? Or do you want it hard, until you can barely walk?”
Normally, I love it when he goes slow and deep, dragging it out, but there’s no way I’d survive that now.
“Hard.” I peek at him over my shoulder, our lips almost brushing. “I want you to ruin me.”
His lips curve in a slow, dangerous grin. “It will be my pleasure.”
Slamming his mouth against mine, he pulls out almost completely before thrusting forward.
Hard. The force of it pins me against the couch, my dick caught in-between.
The next thrust is just as brutal, trapping me between the couch and Tyler’s body.
He’s so strong and heavy, I can barely move an inch. I’m at his mercy, utterly helpless.
His cock pistons in and out of me, relentless.
My cheeks sting from the spanking and from his hips smacking against them with each thrust. Even my rim starts to feel the burn—the lack of lube making itself known now that the spit has dried up.
I welcome the pain, feeling alive with it. Feeling owned.
I cry out when Tyler suddenly pulls out of me, flipping me around. He presses me into the cushions and rips my pants all the way off. Spreading my legs wide, he braces them on his shoulders and thrusts his cock back inside me. It nails my prostate dead on, soaking my shirt with precum.
I thought that being pinned under him face down while he fucks me was intense, but that’s nothing compared to now.
Tyler, when consumed by desire, is a sight to behold.
The fact that I made him so amplifies the effect by a thousand.
He looks absolutely unhinged as he pummels my hole, eyes dark and sweat trickling down his temples.
There’s something unfairly erotic about having your insides rearranged by a man who’s still dressed, save for his cock.
Like you got him so fired up he couldn’t even bother with undressing before taking you on the spot.
“Fuck, Jamie,” he presses through clenched teeth, his pace quickening. “I wish I could live inside you.”
The words flip a switch inside me. I feel every muscle in my body contract, my vision momentarily whitening out.
A strangled scream is torn out of me as my cock erupts, drops of cum landing on my neck and chin.
The first thing I see when the world comes back into focus is Tyler’s expression, drowned in pleasure, just seconds before warmth floods my insides.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes, grinding his hips in a circle, like he isn’t done coming. I squeeze hard around him, wanting everything he has left.
He lets out a stuttered breath, followed by a laugh. “Dammit, Jamie, you’re killing me.”
He descends on me, practically folding me in half.
It buries his cock so deep inside me, I swear I can feel him in the back of my throat.
He takes my mouth in an unforgiving kiss, then pulls back briefly just so he can lick cum off my chin.
He grins, licking his lips as if he’s sampling a dessert.
I’ve never been particularly interested in tasting myself, but suddenly I need to know what it’s like.
I draw him into another kiss, surprised at the faintly sweet taste.
Although, I suspect my perception might be skewed since I’m kissing Tyler.
There's a teeny tiny chance that I'm biased when it comes to him.
“So,” he says, when we pull apart, “that was different.”
“Uh-huh.” We’re not usually in such a rush. It was like we had sex for the first time in decades, and not after a week.
“Should we make it a thing?” he asks.
“Make what a thing?”
“You know, going without for a few days, so the build up makes it more intense.”
“No.” I shake my head resolutely. “Absolutely not.” Is he trying to kill me or what?
“Why not?” He sneaks a hand between us until he reaches where we are joined. His fingers trace my swollen rim, stretched tight around the base of his cock. It feels slightly wet, some of his cum must’ve started trickling out. “Does this hole need to be filled that badly?”
Heat crawls up my neck, and I scowl. This isn’t fair—he’s no better than me!