Chapter 14
Tyler was crossing the line into dangerous fucking territory, he knew. If he didn’t stop this kiss with Chloe, it would become more—Christ, it would become everything—and they wouldn’t be able to undo whatever happened next.
But the second she’d used her pretty little mouth to ask him for orgasms, then added that breathy “please” that told him how badly she needed satisfying, his composure hadn’t just slipped. He’d been absolutely totaled.
Chloe might deserve more than Tyler could give her in the long run, but what she wanted, right now in this moment? That, he could give her.
Starting with this kiss.
Angling toward Chloe, he pressed his lips against hers a little harder.
He’d meant it as a question, or at least an exploratory mission to ease into things.
If he was going to give her orgasms—plural, because yes, that’s what she’d asked for, and no, it wasn’t semantics—he’d need to get his bearings, at least a little.
But there she was, parting her lips and sighing into his mouth and making it impossible for him to think with his brain, and Tyler shoved pleasantries aside.
Digging his hands into her hair, he held Chloe right where he wanted her.
Their tongues touched, then tangled, the kiss growing deeper and hotter—fuck, yes, make that sound again—until finally, a tiny shred of reason let him get a thought in edgewise.
“Chloe.” He pulled back, but the want screaming in his gut wouldn’t let him go more than a couple of inches. “We’re going to need some rules of engagement, here.”
Her soft laughter coasted over his lips. “I know there’s only one degree of separation between me and my virginity, but I do get the mechanics of the act. I hardly think we need standard operating procedures.”
“Okay, first of all, there isn’t going to be anything standard about how hard I make you come.
” To prove his point—or maybe because his dick had definitely entered the chat and wanted him to know who was in charge of the rest of him—he swept his thumb over Chloe’s bottom lip, smiling darkly when she shivered.
“Secondly, I’m not talking about basic principles. ”
“Oh,” she breathed, arching toward him, but he buckled down on his restraint. “You’re not?”
“Uh-uh.” Tyler slid his fingertips very lightly over her jawline, then back and forth over the spot just under her ear. How was her skin so goddamn soft? “You’ve already done ‘fine’. I’m going to give you so much more than that.”
Leaning in, he brushed his mouth over that same spot, adjusting the pressure until—there you are—her pulse jumped.
“I’m going to treat your body with nothing less than pure fucking devotion until you forget words like ‘fine’ and ‘basic’ ever existed.
I’m going to do whatever it takes to give you the earth-cracking, orbit-bending orgasms you’re hungry for. ”
The sigh drifting up from Chloe’s chest might have derailed him under other circumstances. But right now, Tyler was on a goddamned mission, and nothing was going to stop him from making sure she knew exactly what she deserved.
“I’m going to make absolutely certain that every time you remember your new first time, you get a smile on your face that you can’t shake for days.
But in order to do that properly, there are a couple of things we should agree on that are better discussed before I start taking your clothes off. So, yeah. We need a couple of rules.”
Her nod arrived on a few seconds’ delay, but she met his stare with understanding. “Okay. You’re right. I’m assuming protection is at the top of the list?”
Tyler never, ever left this one to chance, so he said, “It’s a great place to start.”
“Well, I’m on the pill, but condoms are probably still smart. Just in case.”
“Agreed.” Tyler nodded. This next part had the potential to shift the mood, but given Chloe’s past, not asking wasn’t an option. “Is there anything you know you don’t want? Places I shouldn’t touch you or things that feel off-limits to you?”
She slow blinked. “Oh. Well, I don’t think anything rough would be a turn-on for me, and I don’t like the idea of having my hands bound or my eyes covered.”
“Okay,” he said. “That’s good to know. How about what you do want?”
A flush traveled over her face, but this was Chloe, so she didn’t look away. “I’m not quite sure. We covered the sex and orgasms territory, obviously, but other than that, I don’t really have a barometer for this kind of thing. At least, not with another person involved.”
Christ, her unguarded honesty was so foreign to him and so goddamn sexy, all at the same time. “Well, then, let’s make one. We can take tonight slow. You teach me what you like and what you don’t, and I’ll use that knowledge to make good on my promise. Sound okay?”
“Oh,” Chloe murmured, heat corkscrewing through him at her hummed response. “That seems like a smart plan.”
“You’ll have to talk to me. More, less, stop. It’ll be up to you.”
“All of it?” she asked, and Tyler didn’t hesitate.
“All of it.”
Chloe didn’t hesitate, either. He’d barely gotten the words out before her mouth was back on his, her arms knotting around his shoulders.
For a second, his shock pinned him into place, but then, his want kicked in like a reflex.
Tyler slid his arms beneath hers, flattening his hands over the back of her rib cage to pull her closer.
Using momentum, he brought Chloe with him as he stumbled to his feet, his hands fisting the flimsy cotton of her tank top.
She arched into the contact, wrecking the space between them and bringing their bodies flush, and his cock turned to concrete in less than a breath.
A reminder that he was supposed to be slowing down to figure Chloe out came from somewhere in the basement of his brain.
But the rest of him, thank fuck, gave that a great, big veto.
Gripping her hip with one hand and sliding the other to her jaw, he dipped his tongue into her mouth, testing at first, but then quickly taking and giving and taking again.
Her chest was warm and soft where it pressed against his, the vanilla-sweet smell of her skin invading his senses, and it took every scrap of his willpower not to yank down her pants, drop to his knees, and bury his tongue between her legs until they both came screaming apart.
“More,” Chloe gasped, her lips still touching his. “More kissing.”
Tyler remembered then that he had an objective, and oh, oh, he was here for it.
He took a blink’s worth of a look around the room before turning her to the right and walking her backward.
Ten steps later, her shoulders were against the wall of the shadowy hallway leading to what he had to assume was her bedroom, and he dropped his chin to reconnect their mouths.
Although he’d had plenty of kisses, most of them had been precursors to things that had come after.
Some had been rushed, others performative.
But this was not that. This kiss was primal, screaming with need and pleasure all at once.
Breathing became a whole lot harder as heat shot down Tyler’s spine to land directly in his balls, and when a noise vibrated from the back of Chloe’s throat, like she’d meant to voice her approval only couldn’t form the actual word, he was lost.
“More kissing,” he said, breaking from her mouth.
She whimpered in frustration—Christ, he was going to need to build up some kind of immunity to the sounds she made if he wanted to deliver on his promise—but Tyler was a man of his word.
His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw to her ear.
He kissed every inch of exposed skin, mapping her neck, her shoulders, even her wrists with his hands and mouth.
Finally, his hands traveled lower to flirt with the hem of her tank top, and Chloe dug her fingers into his shoulders on a sigh.
“Oh, that’s good. That’s…” She trailed off to press into his touch. He answered the only way his lizard brain would let him, which was to slide an open-mouthed kiss over the swell of her breast.
Then, she responded by pulling her tank top over her head, and Tyler was surprised he didn’t fucking explode.
“So good,” he agreed, taking a greedy minute to look at her. Plush curves. Skin that was ninety percent blush. Round, perfect tits encased in light pink satin, nipples showing in a hint of an outline beneath, and he took it back. Good wasn’t even in the same hemisphere as this woman.
“Jesus, Chloe. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
It was out before he could think it through, but when she smiled, he didn’t regret it. She shrugged her shoulders, just enough for both of her bra straps to loosen over the tops of her arms in wicked suggestion, and want nailed him directly in the chest.
“I want more,” Chloe whispered.
He didn’t even blink before giving it to her. With a few quick turns of his wrists, both her bra and his T-shirt were on the floor. His cock jerked to full attention behind his jeans, getting harder still at the sight of her tight, upturned nipples, begging to be touched.
He slid his hands to her belly, letting them rest there in question. Chloe nodded, her gaze fixed on the touch, watching intently as he cupped one breast in his palm.
“More. More of that.” Her spine bowed, and he dragged his thumb over her nipple, slowly at first, then faster, in time with her breath.
Bracing himself with one palm against the wall beside her, he angled lower to let his mouth replace his fingers.
He tested everything from feather-light kisses to harder, faster tugs of his lips.
He gave her other nipple the same treatment, committing her body and her responses to memory until she let out a small, needy cry.
“Tyler, I need…” Chloe chased the words with a thrust of her hips, sending a dark curl of need into Tyler’s gut.
He lowered a hand over the curve of her belly, letting it rest just shy of the spot between her legs. “Do you need to come, Chloe?”
She nodded vigorously. “Yes.”
“Talk to me. Tell me how you want it,” he said, his temperature ratcheting higher when he caught her glittering stare fixed on his fingers.
She bit her lip, thrusting again. “More kissing.” She lifted her gaze to his and met it head-on, and he had never been so hard in his fucking life. “I want your mouth on me, Tyler.”
No force in the world could have kept him from dropping to his knees in that moment.
Chloe worked with him to lower her stretchy black pants.
He stuttered for a second at the light pink cotton thong she was wearing beneath them—he wasn’t dead, after all.
But when she reached down to pull it from her hips, too, he couldn’t protest, because the second she stepped out of it, she was one hundred percent naked, and he was certain he’d just been given the world’s best gift.
“Look at you,” he grated out, sliding his palms up her thighs. He realized then that she was looking, watching his every move intently, and a dark smile curled over his mouth.
“You like what you see?”
“Yes,” Chloe whispered. It occurred to Tyler then that watching wasn’t just a turn-on for her. It gave her full involvement. Power.
“Then watch,” he said. “I want you to see every second of me giving this pussy exactly what it needs.”
Moving a hand between her legs, he coaxed her thighs apart.
He slid a finger over her pussy, her moan twining around his as he stroked her warm, wet skin.
He knew he should slow down and learn her like he had earlier, but she’d trusted him.
Told him what she was desperate for. Hell, she was standing here in her hallway, completely naked and vulnerable and splayed out in front of him.
Tyler was a lot of things. But right now, patient wasn’t one of them.
Pressing her thighs wide, he shouldered his way beneath them for better access. Chloe lifted one foot from the floor, her hands lowering to drift into his hair, and he dragged his tongue right up the center of her.
“Oh. My. God.” Each word was its own separate oath, and Tyler pressed his smile into her, darting his tongue out for more.
She gave it. “More. Right there. There,” she cried out, just as he circled her clit.
He stayed right where he was, repeating the move once, then again.
Chloe’s fingers knotted harder in his hair, making him work her faster in return.
He felt dizzy, drunk on the taste of her, and when she started to rock against his mouth, he dipped one hand lower, pressing up into her pussy with a finger.
Her back arched, her tight inner muscles clenching down as she cried out, and he wasn’t going to let her go.
“I can feel how much you need it,” he said, adding another finger to fill her as he slid his tongue over her clit again, faster now. “Come, Chloe. Come on my tongue.”
For a brief second, she was completely still.
But then, she thrust against his mouth, a pleasured cry spilling past her lips as she started to shake, and Tyler had never heard or seen anything so sexy.
He guided her through each tremble and sound, changing his movements to make them softer with each one, until finally, he pulled back from her completely.
He could feel her eyes on him, even as her body grew slack and her stare drifted into a dreamy gaze.
“That…that…” Chloe pressed her fingertips to her mouth, her feet just the slightest bit unsteady.
Tyler stood, bracketing her body with one arm by her rib cage, just in case.
Concern edged past the haze that had taken over his brain—was she alright?
Overwhelmed? Had he unintentionally crossed some sort of line?
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Her head shake sent a bolt of worry through him that he worked very hard to conceal. “No,” she said. “I am mind-blown. I am ecstatic. I am also eighty percent sure I can’t feel my legs. But I am definitely, assuredly, not ‘okay’.”
A laugh startled out of him. “Glad we met the goal.”
“Technically, we didn’t,” Chloe said, her pretty blue eyes dropping pointedly to the now manageable but still present hard-on pressing an outline against his jeans. “Yet.”
Tyler would murder himself for this later, he knew, but he had to say it. “We don’t have to. If you feel like this is too impulsive—”
She cut him off with a hard, fast press of her mouth. “It is impulsive. It’s wild and hot and exactly what I want. So, if you still want it, too”—Chloe pulled back to give him a saucy, glittering stare in the soft light spilling in from the living room—“then come give me more of what I need.”
With that, she turned on her heel and walked her perfect, naked ass down the hallway to her bedroom.