4. Adelaide
ADELAIDE
I kept thinking, I want to climb this man like a tree and here I was, plucked off the couch by said tree.
Being wrapped in Tyson’s arms was everything I wanted, how fucking lonely had I been and I didn’t even realize it. Apparently the variety of vibrators in the side table didn’t do any justice to having a human wrapped around you. The sleepiness I’d been feeling quickly took a back seat to my lust.
He tossed me on the bed and I bounced back, then he crawled up, pulling his shirt over his head. I was right, he was sculpted. I could see every muscle flexing as he settled between my knees. “It’s not fair that you have on nothing but my t-shirt.”
I wondered if he’d noticed I wasn’t wearing underwear. I didn’t go out with any, fully intending on getting laid. I could have never anticipated meeting Tyson though. “It’s not fair that you still have pants on.” I huffed.
“Oh, you are not ready for that yet.” Oh, quite the ego on this one.
I quirked my eyebrow. “Is that so, big guy? I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Next time, this is mine. I want a taste.” He kissed up my thigh, then his fingertips followed the same path. Tyson’s touch was soft and it was swoon worthy.
I glanced down and he was sliding his sweats off, I had been trying all night to pretend like I didn’t notice the outline of his dick.
Is that when men feel like, all the time, trying not to look at boobs?
It was torture. When I tell you my entire body shivered…
holy fuck. His stature wasn’t the only huge thing.
“Stop staring Lemon, or else I'll stare too.” Tyson continued kissing up my navel, then to my nipples. I arched my back in response and he hummed deep in his throat.
Speechless. I was fucking speechless, the nerves in my body were on fire and I couldn’t get enough of him.
“No snarky comments. That is refreshing.” He trailed kisses up my sternum, across my shoulder, up my neck, then brushed the tip of his nose along my jaw until he was looking down at me. “I’ve been thinking about kissing every inch of you from the moment I saw you.”
I don’t know what I did to deserve this god of a human, but I would be thinking about this for a long time. His cock rested on the top of my thighs and that made me want him more. I wanted so much more. I reached down between us and wrapped my hand around him, then paused. “Pierced?”
“You bet.” Melting, I was melting in his hands. This had to be a dream. Maybe I was drugged. There was no way this was real.
After a gulp, I was able to form words. “I think you were built out of every fantasy I’ve ever had.”
“Then I better make this good, huh?” How could someone be the perfect mix of boyish charm and man. A sexy, beautiful man.
I couldn’t wait any longer, this was killing me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, lining him up perfectly. “This is torture.” I breathed out.
“Oh, you have no fucking idea.” Tyson kissed me like it was the last thing he’d ever do, turns out this was a distraction for him slowly pushing into me. He was right, I wasn’t ready for this. I felt my body stretching deliciously around his cock.
It didn’t hurt, his cock felt so fucking good. I could feel every piercing moving through me. It was…intense. “Fuuckk Tyson…”
He stopped moving and rested his forehead on mine, “Are you okay?”
“More than okay, damn. Don’t worry about me.” I wasn’t a nun by any means.
The smile on his face was gorgeous. It was the icing on the cake, I wanted to hang pictures of this man on my bedroom walls. I was now a big fan of Tyson McNally, the retired MMA fighter.
I flexed my hips up, prompting him to keep going. To keep kissing me. Willing him to QUIT torturing me. “Adelaide…I can feel you squeezing me. Does this feel good?” He bit my shoulder and my body shuddered.
“So fucking good Tyson, please don’t stop.” He pulled back, then pushed in a little further. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him tight to me. “If you keep teasing me, I’m outta here.” I warned him.
“I’m going to enjoy every single moment of this Lemon, I’m not letting you go any-fucking-where.” He grit out, then pulled me into another kiss. A panty melting kiss that I’d never forget.
Then he moved, all of the buildup was worth it.
Tyson knew exactly what he was doing. Nothing was better than a man who knew how to make a woman feel fucking amazing.
I raked my nails down his back and he moaned, a sound I wish I could record for when I’m home alone.
“Fuck…oh…my…” A slew of curses and moans came from me that I didn’t recognize, I was pinned beneath his delicious body and it was glorious.
If this is how I died, it would be completely worth it. I’d have no shame.
Feeling his muscles ripple under my fingers was my final undoing. “Don’t stop, please…do…not…stop…” Tyson gave me all he had, thrusted deep inside me, he propped himself up with his muscular arms next to my head.
“Oh fuck…” He growled and he slowly pumped in and out a couple times, only helping along the aftershocks in my own body. I looked down and moaned quietly, seeing his cock move in and out of my body was giving me chills. He was a gorgeous specimen of a man.
I ran my hands up his sides, feeling his muscles under my fingers. “Unless you have more stamina in you, I suggest you stop that.” I let my body go limp, flinging my arms out next to me.
He rolled onto his back and pulled me onto his chest, my hair falling around his face. “I’ll give you a break.” Like he was doing me a favor. I laughed under my breath.
“Such a gentleman.” Laying on his chest I was reminded that I was disgusting because he smelled amazing. “I don’t suppose you have a luxurious shower that I could use?”
“I don’t know about luxury, it’s too short for me, but I think it would be fine for you short stuff.” He squeezed me to his chest and I pretended to gasp for air.
I loved feeling his muscles, I of course squeezed his biceps again, admiring the bulging veins in his forearms. “Then I guess I’ll have to shower alone, seeing as you're already too big for your shower by yourself.” I teased.
He sighed, “Unfortunately yes. But that won’t stop me from fucking you again when you get out.” Yes. I’d take as much as he’d give me before I had to go home.
Goosebumps traveled down my spine again. “Fuck Ty. You do have a way with words.”
He let out a deep chuckle that reverberated through his chest. “You do something to me. Believe me, I’m not normally this smooth.”
“Don’t remind me.” That was my moment to slide off of him and go to the bathroom. I needed to reign in the need for him before I made a fool of myself.
“I’m sorry I didn’t even ask about a condom.” He said quietly as he sat up on the edge of the bed. Tyson seemed ashamed, which was really endearing.
“No worries, I’m on the pill and I’d hope that you wouldn’t lie to me about any diseases.” I shrugged. “You have no reason to lie to me.”
He smiled softly, “No I don’t. I plan on trying to keep you around, so no I wouldn’t lie to you and I’m clean.” Oh. I wasn’t the only one that felt like this was going really well.
“Cool. No worries then.” I dipped into the bathroom, leaving the door open. He wasn’t kidding about this shower, it was tiny. I don’t know how he fits in the stall shower. Why was he even in this ‘normal’ sized apartment if he was a hot shot MMA fighter?