Chapter 14 #3
I climb off Tyler’s lap and kneel before him. Then I grab the waistband of his shorts and start to work them down.
“Mel?” He looks even more confused. “What are you doing?”
I tug his shorts past his knees and down to his ankles. “Remember what I said last night? Something I want to do to you?”
His immediate erection is proof enough he remembers. It jumps to attention, thickening and lengthening. A droplet of pre-cum beads at the tip. “You don’t have to,” he starts.
“I know.” Moving between Tyler’s legs, I put my hands on his thighs as I look up at him. And though I’m kneeling before him, I feel more powerful than I can remember in a very long time. “I want to.”
Lowering my head, I brush my lips lightly across his heated skin. Gazing back up at him, I add, “I want to make you feel good.”
His hand rests lightly on my head. “Everything you do makes me feel good.”
I take him into my mouth, gliding my tongue across the tip. His erection jerks. Swells. His fingers tunnel through my hair, and his thigh muscles tighten.
Hollowing my cheeks, I take him even deeper. He’s too big to fit completely, so I use my hand to hold him still. His hips thrust as I suck and stroke him. My core aches at the feel of him—his heady taste and velvety skin and the pure strength pulsing through him.
Tyler lets out a low groan. “Mel.”
My only answer is to take him deeper yet. So deep it’s verging on uncomfortable. But when I look up at him to see the ecstasy moving across his face, it’s worth it.
I wanted to see him come apart, like I did last night. I wanted to be the one to send him over the edge. And though he’s not there yet, I can tell he’s close.
“Mel,” he groans again. “Ah, shit, baby. That feels so damn good.”
Experimentally, I swirl my tongue in a new direction while using my hand to add some pressure. Tyler’s hips jerk. His fingers tug lightly at my hair. “Ah, shit, baby—”
I shift on my knees as I keep working at him. Drawing him out. Tasting him. Feeling his pent-up desire about to explode. Excitement is building inside me, and my core is clenching desperately. I want him inside me. Filling me, like he said last night. Stretching me in the most delicious of ways.
Tyler lifts me off him and sets me on my feet. “Ty—”
He yanks my shorts off and pulls me back on top of him. “I need to be inside you,” he demands. “I love your mouth. But I want to be inside you even more.”
His features are all hard lines and sharp angles as he looks at me with blatant need. “I need to feel you take me,” he grits out. “You’re so sweet and tight and hot—” His eyes burn with hunger as he notches himself at my center. “Tell me it’s okay.”
The empty ache at my core is almost unbearable. Yes, I wanted to make him come with my mouth. But this…
I want him. Need him. So badly it’s hard to think of anything else.
“It’s okay.” I hold Tyler’s gaze as I take him inside me. “It’s definitely okay.”
And, oh, is it.
I’m still sensitive from last night, so taking him verges on pain. But it’s the most exquisite feeling—feeling so full and my nerves firing like crazy and my body stretched so tightly around him.
Tyler grabs my hips and pulls me firmly against him, filling me completely. My inner muscles clutch at him. My head falls back as I moan, “Ty, oh…”
He pulls part of the way out of me, then plunges deep again.
Fireworks spark.
Bright lights edge into my vision.
I’ve never come close to finishing this quickly before. Ever. But there’s just something about how spontaneous this is, how exposed we are, how desperate we are for each other…
Inside me, Tyler stills. “Shit.”
My heart stutters. “What?”
Guilt shadows his gaze. “Condom. I don’t have one.”
“Oh.” My heart settles into a regular rhythm again. “I’ve been tested. Years ago, but there hasn’t been anyone. So…”
“I’ve been tested, too,” he replies. “Just as part of my yearly physical for work.”
A flutter of nerves hits me, not because I don’t trust him, but of what this means. “I don’t mind, then. If we go without.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am. But if you’d rather stop—”
“No.” Tyler sinks deep inside me again. “I don’t want to stop.” Then he kisses me hard. “This is perfect.”
And it is. All of it.
Feeling Tyler moving inside me.
The chill of the air against my heated skin.
His lips on my breasts. My neck. My mouth.
His strength as he moves me above him. The flex of his muscles as he moves. How his abs contract—an eight-pack, I verified last night, not a six—as he drives into me.
Then, in an explosion of fireworks and light, we come, one after the other.
And it’s everything.
Still joined, with the aftershocks still rippling through us, Tyler hugs me close and presses a kiss to my forehead. After a long silence, he finally murmurs, “Mel.”
I tip my head back to look at him. “What?”
His expression is more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen it. “Thank you.”
This time, I’m the one who’s confused. “For what?”
He hesitates. “For liking me, just as I am.”
Oh.
I bite the inside of my cheek hard to fight away tears.
“You’re perfect,” I tell him. “Just as you are.”