22. Tyler #2
She deserves to be looked at, and I physically couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to.
“You always this sexy, Trouble, or is this just for me?” I murmur against her swollen lips.
She giggles into another kiss before pulling back just enough to whisper, “You next.”
Her fingers hook beneath the hem of my sweatshirt, and I pull it over my head, tossing it somewhere behind us without looking.
Darcy’s hands find my chest, sliding slowly down my stomach until they stop at my waistband. Her eyes lift to mine, and it isn’t hesitation exactly. It’s more like she’s asking permission to keep going.
I press my hips forward, craving her touch.
“What are you tryna do?”
For just a second, I watch her confidence wobble.
“Maybe we shouldn’t.” Her fingers stay curled against my waistband. “Mack—”
“—isn’t here right now,” I say softly.
The words leave my mouth before I can think better of them, greedy and completely unapologetic.
I want her to myself. Even if it’s just tonight.
I lace my fingers through hers, lifting her hand to my mouth and brushing a kiss across her knuckles.
“Don’t worry. He’ll get his turn again.” My smile turns crooked. “But I haven’t gotten that sweet little cunt yet.”
Even in the low light of the cab, I catch the way her skin flushes. Her hands slide over my arms, past my shoulders, and hook around my neck before our lips crash together again, the kiss turning sloppy and feral.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about this since that night we first kissed.”
“Me too,” she exhales between kisses.
I groan into her mouth as her hands drift back down my stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts. My breath catches as she frees my cock, bouncing off my abs as I slide my boxers down my thighs.
“I fucking need to feel you, baby,” I practically beg. “Right here. Right now.”
She grips the base of my cock, barely able to wrap her hand around it, and drops to her knees.
“What are you—”
She licks me up from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the top.
Christ, I’m a goner.
That mouth does exactly what I thought it would do.
I thread my fingers through her hair, cradling the back of her neck as I fight to keep myself steady, every muscle in my body tightening at once.
“That’s right, babygirl. Swallow me back.”
She does as she’s told, taking me in fully until my cock hits the back of her throat.
“Darcy...” I groan, my head tipping back for half a second before I find her again.
I’m already losing this.
She keeps going until I feel the tight pull in my gut, my balls drawing tight with every slow stroke of her mouth. I ease myself free before I lose the fight completely.
“I wanna feel you, baby.” My voice comes out rough. “I wanna fill you up with my cum. Please tell me you’re on the pill.”
“Yes,” she breathes, nodding quickly. “Tested. Clean.”
“Thank Christ. Me too.”
I pull her gently back to her feet before popping open the button of her jeans. They slide down her legs, her thong following a second later, and I don’t waste another second. Dropping down to my knees, I drag one of her legs over my shoulder and slide my tongue from her ass to her clit.
She stumbles, gripping my hair to steady herself. Her fingers dive into my hair, tugging just enough to pull a hiss from my chest.
“Fuck...”
I lap at her wetness before easing a finger in, then another. She opens around me with a soft gasp.
“So fucking tight, baby.” I curl my fingers slowly, feeling her clench around them. “I can’t wait to feel you raw.”
That earns me another moan.
“You like when I talk dirty, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh...”
She bites her lip, nodding so fast it’s almost frantic.
A grin pulls at my mouth.
“Good.” I pump my fingers once more before looking up at her. “I like it, too.”
I rise just enough to brush my mouth against her stomach before meeting her eyes again.
“Now sit on this cock until you’ve soaked it with all your cum.”
I pull my glistening fingers free and lick them clean, never taking my eyes off hers.
Leaning back against the jump seat, I grip the backs of her thighs and slide my hands slowly up her body until they settle on her waist. She sinks down onto my tip, stretching around me inch by inch, slick and warm.
Raw.
Mine.
My head falls back as she hisses out a breath.
Damn, she’s something else.
This isn’t a one-and-done deal. Not when she keeps looking at me like that.
I want her to keep doing it.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel so good. This pussy was made for me.”
She rocks back and forth, setting a steady pace as she grinds her clit against my length. I clutch one of her hips, sliding my other hand to the back of her neck as I meet every roll of her body with a thrust of my own, driving up into her from below.
“Tyler…”
She has no idea what that does to me, hearing my name on her lips.
Just mine.
“Oh my god. Tyler—”
“I know, Trouble,” I grunt.
I know she’s close. I can feel it in the way she’s gripping my shoulders. The way her rhythm has gotten less controlled. The way her pussy is suffocating my dick.
I wrap my hands around her hips and slow her down, lifting her off me completely.
“Tyler—”
The protest in her voice does something to me.
“Turn around.”
She doesn’t hesitate.
A second later, I’ve got her back against my chest, her legs draped over mine as I slide back inside her from behind and the angle makes her gasp fill the quiet of the cab.
“Better?” I murmur against her neck.
“Don’t…ask…stupid…questions,” she breathes.
I laugh against her soft skin and start to move, one hand splayed across her stomach to keep her tucked against me while the other finds her. She grabs hold of my forearm with both hands like she needs something to anchor herself.
Her head falls back onto my shoulder, her eyes squeezed shut, her lips parted.
I kiss my way along her jaw and down her neck before dragging my teeth across her shoulder, and I feel her starting to unravel against me.
I pick up the pace and she matches it. The sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the cab, the smell of sex heavy in the air around us. I tighten my grip on her hip and she lets me slam her down harder onto my cock with every thrust.
“I’m gonna…”
“Me too, baby,” I rasp against her ear. “Come with me.”
Her whole body draws tight against mine, every muscle tensing as I work her faster, and she rides me with a frantic desperation that damn near undoes me.
“Fuck, Ty—”
I clap a hand over her mouth before the whole station hears her. Her thighs tremble around mine as she cries out against my palm, her body pulsing around my cock.
Three more thrusts, then I bury myself as deep as I can and follow her over the edge, filling her with warm ropes of cum before we both go completely still.
For a minute we stay tangled together in the dark of the cab, breathing hard against each other before I remember where we are.
I press my lips to her temple like a reflex.
She makes a soft sound and stays exactly where she is, and I notice that the way I notice everything with her lately, which ought to be its own red flag.
It’s not just the sex. The sex was everything I’d been thinking about for weeks and then some, but that’s not what’s keeping me here with my arms wrapped around her and zero interest in moving.
It’s the weight of her against me like she belongs there. The way she fits without trying.
I’ve done this enough times to know what it usually feels like after, and it doesn’t usually feel like this. It usually just feels done.
She shifts back just enough to look at me.
“You okay?”
I look at her for a second, unable to come up with a single good reason to stop doing this.
“Yeah.” I smile. “I’m good.”
She smiles back, and I squeeze her hip once before letting her go.
“Come on,” I say. “Let me walk you out before Coop finds us and makes this a whole thing.”
She laughs and reaches for her shirt, and I watch her for a second longer than I need to.
We don’t do repeats.
Not like this. Not with someone who—
I leave the thought where it is.