Chapter 22 #2
“Fuck, the sound of your moans is my undoing,” he rasps, his voice thick and gravelly, like it’s taking every ounce of restraint to go slow.
Tyler works me open, peppering kisses along my ass cheeks as he adds a third finger, then a fourth.
I’m almost crying with the need to come by the time he slips his fingers free, and I hear the click of the lube bottle.
Rolling onto the bed beside him, I watch him with hooded eyes as he slicks up his cock with lube. His cheeks are flushed with arousal, eyes so dark, I can barely see the color of his irises.
“How do you want this?” he asks. “Do you want to ride me so you’re in control, or…”
With shaky limbs, I crawl up to the top of the bed and slump against the pillows. Tyler shifts onto his side and gazes down at me.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs.
“I want to see you,” I say, reaching up to thread my fingers into the hair that’s fallen forward. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
There’s a burst of emotion in his lust-filled eyes before he blinks it away. He moves to settle between my legs, hooking his arms under my knees and bringing them toward my chest.
“I’ll go slow,” he whispers, kissing the inside of my ankle before adding, “But tell me if you need to stop, okay.”
I nod, but lift my hand to give his thigh a slap. “Hurry up and give me your cock already.”
Tyler’s grin sparkles in his eyes. “So bossy.”
I flash him a lazy smirk, and he lines the head of his cock with my entrance. He presses against me, and the feeling is so intense I immediately suck in a sharp breath and tense.
Tyler arches forward to kiss along my collarbone. “Relax for me, baby. Let me in.”
He gives me a moment, letting me adjust to this foreign sensation, and then I give him a small nod. “I’m okay.”
Tyler doesn’t take his eyes off me as he slowly slips inside me, inch by inch. My toes are scrunched tight, and I fight every instinct to tense up until the sting eventually subsides and is replaced by the most overwhelming sensation I’ve ever experienced.
When his hips are pressed against the back of my thighs, I let out a raspy moan.
Fuck, I can’t believe this is really happening. I’ve dreamed about Tyler fucking me since the first day I met him, and now he’s here. His cock is pressed as deep as he can go inside of me, and I never want him to leave.
“Okay?” he murmurs against my lips.
My voice shakes as I say, “Yeah,” and then he begins to rock his hips. His thrusts are slow at first, like he’s cataloging every grunt and groan I make as my muscles start to relax around him.
I bury my fingers in his hair, pulling the strands back to reveal his face. His lips are parted as he pants, and sweat beads along his hairline, but the look in his eyes has my heart soaring in my chest.
I love him. There’s no question about it.
I’m completely in love with Tyler Beckmann, and I will risk everything to be with him.
“Ty,” I say on a breath, “I need you to go faster.”
“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he mumbles.
“Please,” I beg, tightening my grip on his hair until his lips twitch in a small wince. “Own me. Make me yours.”
Dark eyes bore into mine at those two words, and it’s like a switch is flipped. Tyler sits up and drags me down the mattress slightly with his arms still tucked under my knees, and his gaze drifts down to where we’re joined.
“What does it look like?” I ask, because I love watching him swallow my cock when the roles are reversed.
“So fucking perfect,” he replies, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “You look so fucking perfect, taking my cock like you were made for me.”
I moan as he slams into me so hard the bed hits the wall. He moves one leg to rest on his shoulder, then wraps his fingers around my cock, stroking me until I’m hard and leaking in his palm.
His thrusts turn deep and fast, his hand stroking me at the same pace. I’m whimpering and moaning as white-hot pleasure obliterates my senses. I never want this to end, but my orgasm is chasing up on me like a tsunami, and there’s no escaping.
My knees are pressed into my chest as Tyler leans forward, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss. The next thing I know, I’m letting out a hoarse whimper as the change in angle has his cock lined up with the one spot inside me that I know makes him feral.
“Mhm, that’s it,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Let me hear you, Colbs. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
My orgasm crashes into me without warning. I cry out as I coat my chest and stomach with my release. A fuzzy numbness travels through my body, leaving my skin feeling prickly.
Tyler grunts, and I manage to open my eyes in time to see him bare his teeth, and then he roars as his release hits. He spills inside of me, and my eyes widen at the hot sensation. It feels so strange but so fucking euphoric at the same time.
He slumps forward, letting go of my legs to drop them onto the bed. I can’t feel my feet, or my legs, or anything except the pulse of his cock inside me and the pounding thump of my heart against my ribs.
I’m soaring through this weightless reality, struggling to catch my breath.
When Tyler rises back onto his knees, I wince as he slowly slips his cock free. I can feel his cum dripping from me, so I clench my muscles, wanting to hold it in for longer.
“Let me go get a washcloth,” he says, his voice all hoarse.
I can’t do anything except nod and follow him with my eyes as he walks naked across my room and disappears through the door after checking it’s clear. He returns moments later with a damp washcloth and wipes over my stomach and chest, then between my cheeks, before tossing it in my laundry hamper.
Opening my arms, Tyler crawls into bed and drapes his body over me. My fingers find their way into his hair, and he breathes softly against my neck.
“Tyler?” I whisper.
“Yeah?”
Twisting my lips, I debate whether or not to tell him what’s on my mind or whether to keep it until the morning. But when his hand finds mine and intertwines our fingers on the pillow, I know it’s now or never.
“I think you’ve definitely created a monster,” I confess.
Clearly, that wasn’t what he was expecting me to say, because Tyler lifts his head and pins me with a puzzled look. “What?”
“You’ve turned me into a monster. Because we’re doing that all the time, and I don’t care if I can’t walk the next day. In fact, that’ll be your challenge.”
He chuckles quietly, giving his head a small shake before stealing my breath with a slow, lazy kiss.
“Challenge accepted.”