Chapter 23 #2
With one more stroke over his thick cock, he climbed over me until I laid back once more.
His hands slid under the hoodie, pushing it up and off, while his mouth trailed over every inch of exposed skin.
By the time he threw it to the side, leaving me bare beneath him.
I could hardly breathe, I wanted him so bad.
My fingers dug into the skin on his back, urging him to drop his weight down on me, but he didn’t.
No, his mouth found mine, pulling me in for a kiss so hot I couldn’t contain the little moan that slipped free.
My knees bent, making room for him to drop his hips down, but he still didn’t move; those thick biceps holding him in a hover just out of reach.
Just as I was about to beg, his hands slid around my hips and pulled. We flipped, and suddenly, Ty was beneath me, my knees on either side of his chest. I gasped at the warmth of his skin on my most intimate parts, but he didn’t give me a moment to adjust.
His hands gripped my hips and pulled me until his face was right between my legs. With that first drag of his tongue through my center, my whole body sagged forward. I grabbed his headboard, holding myself upright as Ty’s fingers gripped my ass, moving me against his mouth just how he wanted me.
It felt so good, so right, but fear pricked the back of my mind, that I was too big, too heavy for him. When I lifted my hips, he pulled me down harder, fingers digging into my thighs.
“Ride my face, Daisy,” he growled, and my mouth dropped open at the sound.
Before all of this, I’d thought Ty was just about the hottest man I’d ever seen, but this… this was unexpected.
When I didn’t immediately comply, his hand smacked down on my ass, jerking me forward and right into his waiting embrace. “What did I say, sweetheart?”
This time, when he pulled down on my hips, I didn’t fight it.
“Fuck, yes,” Ty said, right before his mouth closed over my clit and sucked. My whole body buzzed, my breaths coming uneven with each pass of his tongue. When his hand slid beneath me, circling my entrance, I was almost hyperventilating.
“You want me here too?” Ty said, pressing just the tip of his finger inside me.
I nodded, breathing through the sensations overwhelming my body. “Yes.”
His mouth returned to my clit, tongue circling just right, as he pushed a thick finger in. I couldn’t think about anything but how he worked me, each slow drag of his hand drawing me higher and higher until sweat dripped down between my breasts.
“Another?” Ty said, dragging his finger out, then pushing it back in. “You’re so fucking tight, pretty girl. How much can you take?”
“More,” I panted, staring down at him working so diligently between my legs. It was so fucking hot, I could have come right then. “I can take more.”
“Yeah, you can,” he said, pushing two fingers inside this time and crooking them just right. His mouth came back to my clit, and the world faded out around me, narrowing to just how good it was.
I needed to feel him, to know he was as desperate as me, so I reached behind me, my hand finding the thick bulge still beneath his boxers.
His hips lifted into my touch, as greedy as I was for the connection, and I tugged his boxers down, pulling him free.
The thick head bobbed up against his stomach, and for the first time, I felt how big his cock was.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Ty said, his words muffled against the inside of my thighs. “Keep touching me and I’m gonna come all over that pretty little hand while you ride my face.”
“The mouth on you,” I managed, the words coming out between pants and a little laugh. “Holy shit.”
As if encouraged by my words, his tongue circled my clit, and any restraint I had left evaporated. It all felt too good, too right. My entire world focused in on the feel of his fingers inside me, his mouth devouring me, my hand barely able to wrap around his thick girth.
Stars exploded behind my eyelids, my whole body shaking as I tightened around his fingers.
He kept moving, shoving his hips up into my grip while he worked me through my orgasm, until he pulled his mouth off me and groaned against my thigh.
Warmth coated my hand, and I let out a little laugh, stunned by what had just happened.
Once the world came into focus around me, I grabbed his discarded shirt and wiped my hand on it. Ty lay sprawled on the bed beneath me, a small smile on his face. His eyes were closed and his mustache and stubble glistened with moisture.
I shimmied down, then off him, but his arm wrapped around me, holding me against his body. “And where are you going?” he asked with his eyes still closed.
“Bathroom, then bed?” The words were more a question than a statement, not sure how to navigate whatever this was between us.
He cracked an eye open, then turned his face to look at me. “Bathroom, sure. But then you’re coming back to my bed, Daisy. Right where you belong.”
When I opened my mouth to protest, he rolled over me, pinning me in place. “If you think I’m letting you run scared right now, you’re dead fucking wrong. Unless you tell me you don’t want this, I’m not letting you leave. Understood?”
I couldn’t quite figure out where to focus; my breaths coming rapidly until he dropped his hips down on mine. He was well on his way to hard again, and he rolled his hips, just enough that I felt every unbelievable inch of him against my thigh.
His hand settled on my chin, holding my face still until I opened my eyes once more. I expected heat, the same bossy tone he’d had the moment that door locked, but I found the same steady man I knew from these last few weeks staring back.
“Tell me you want this,” Ty said, his voice hitching, showing just a little insecurity when I didn’t answer. “Tell me you want me.”
My hands came up, grasping either side of Ty’s face until he met my gaze. “Fuck me, Ty. Make me yours.”