Chapter 15
Chloe was drunk on sex endorphins. Or maybe she was drunk on the absolute empowerment she’d felt watching Tyler give her an orgasm that she was pretty sure had shifted gravity.
Either way, something really brazen had just taken control of her mouth, and rather than feeling self-conscious like she probably should, she felt strong. Good. Right.
That feeling turned into something a whole lot hotter when she realized that—thank you, thank you, thank you, God—Tyler was right behind her.
He snaked an arm around her waist, his callused fingers creating enough friction to light her up without being too rough, and heat reignited between her thighs.
“Oh, hi,” Chloe said, smiling against his mouth as he kissed her. “Fancy meeting you here.”
His smile back tasted like sin. “I had the nicest invite. C’mere.”
He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, and she opened up for him without even thinking. She pressed her hands over his shoulders, her heart tripping at the combination of hard muscles and smooth skin, and okay, yeah, this wasn’t going to be enough.
“Ohhh,” she said, although it was more of a sound than anything else. How could he possibly feel even hotter than he looked? “Okay, you’re really…can I, um, take a second, here?”
Tyler froze. “We can slow down,” he started, but Chloe shook her head.
“No, no. I don’t want to slow down. I want”—she paused for a breath, and fuck it—“you’re just really, really beautiful, and we’re only doing this once, so I want to touch you.”
A breath of surprise filled the space between them, and he chased it with a smile that made Chloe’s knees wobble. “Oh. Well, in that case, be my guest.”
He held up his hands, and she didn’t wait for even a second.
Flattening her palms, she took in his shoulders, then the tight curve of his biceps.
She let her touch linger over the center of his chest, the pulse of his heart steady and strong beneath her fingers, before moving lower over the rock-hard plane of his abs.
A laugh tumbled out of him, making Chloe laugh, too. “Sorry. Wait, are you ticklish?”
“No,” he said, then readjusted to accommodate the truth. “Not everywhere.”
A swish of heat ignited in her belly. “Ah. So, this is okay?” She hovered her hands over the top of his jeans, only making contact after he nodded.
“And this?”
Tyler exhaled, hard and dark, at the slide of her fingers to his hips. “Yes.”
“And…” She skimmed the outline of his cock over his jeans, her touch barely a whisper.
He ground out a curse that didn’t deter her and wasn’t meant to. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
She undid the button, then the zipper, too impatient to wait any longer. Pushing her way past his waistband, she wrapped her fingers around his cock.
“Oh,” Chloe breathed, almost faltering, because yeah. Yeeeeeah, this was not going to be like her first time at. Freaking. All.
The sound grating out of Tyler’s chest made her pussy clench even harder.
“Chloe.” He thrust into her hand once, then again, only harder, before putting his hand over hers.
“If this is what you want, then by all means, I’m not going to argue, but…
” Another thrust, his cock jerking against her palm.
“I’m not going to last a hell of a lot longer with you making those hot little sounds and touching me like that. ”
She nodded, moving toward her bed. She could’ve spent far longer than their promised night together exploring his body, but she’d wanted him for months.
“No more waiting.”
Tyler’s remaining clothes found the floor with a few tugs and twists. Chloe took a condom out of her bedside table drawer, silently grateful that she’d put a box in there when she’d started this mission a few months ago, and handed it over.
Tyler touched his mouth to hers, barely enough to qualify as a kiss. “Still sure?”
She pulled him onto the mattress with her, her heart racing and her body lit up with want. “So sure. You?”
“Right here with you,” he said. Settling over her, he braced his body weight on one forearm, sliding his opposite hand between her legs.
Her voice made a noise she had never heard before as the rest of her considered exploding. Not that it did anything other than encourage him.
“That’s it,” Tyler coaxed, pressing circles over her clit. Chloe’s body heated, wetness gathering beneath his touch. She was writhing in what felt like seconds, her want turning into desperate need, and she pulled him closer.
Her hips lifted, his cock brushing the crease of her inner thigh. So close. So close.
But he didn’t waver. “Talk to me,” he said, holding steady. “Use that pretty mouth to tell me what you need.”
The ache between her thighs grew hotter. Slicker. “I need you to fuck me, Tyler. Please, I—”
He slammed his mouth over hers, swallowing the rest. “You had me at please the first time. I can’t say no to you. Christ, Chloe. I’ve been dying to fill you up for months.”
Pausing just for the few seconds it took to get the condom where it needed to be, Tyler angled over her, their bodies aligned, shoulders, torsos, and hips. He slid his cock over the center of her pussy and she gasped.
Then, he slowly eased his way inside and she forgot how to breathe. The pressure made her inner muscles squeeze so hard that, for a second, she thought there was no way this would work.
But then he was right there, his lips on her ear and his voice as thick as honey. “Breathe, baby. I’ve got you. All you’ve gotta do is let go and let me make you feel good.”
Chloe exhaled. Her body eased, stretching just enough, and oh. “Oh.”
“There you are,” Tyler said, starting to move.
But she couldn’t speak to answer him. Just as he had earlier, he tested different touches and rhythms, reading her response to each one. Her breath collapsed past her lips, at first in sighs, but then in fuller, deeper moans as he uncovered a cadence that made her need coil tight in her belly.
She rolled her hips to meet his thrusts, their bodies coming together now with ease. Release built low between her hips, and she watched as Tyler slid his cock deep, filling her completely. But it wasn’t until she looked at his face that her last remaining thread of control snapped.
His eyes met hers in the barely-there light. “Let go, Chloe. Don’t come for me. Come for you. Use my cock to take everything you need.”
Her orgasm arrived all at once, his name a cry in her throat.
Pleasure unraveled down her spine, so intense all she could do was let it have its way with her, and oh, she fucking let it.
For a long breath, she was entirely weightless.
Tyler slowed, letting her come back to her body bit by bit, but the release only made her want more.
It made her want his. “Tyler.” Chloe rocked her hips up. Back. Up again, until he responded with a sharp exhale.
Yes. Yes, yes. She moved faster, letting her thighs fall wide. He gripped her hip with one hand, shifting his weight to palm her ass with the other, the change in angle making them both moan.
“So good. Fuck, Chloe, you’re so…”
He finished the sentence without words. Dropping his chest over hers, he pushed into her faster and harder, his muscles tight with need.
Chloe arched up, and Tyler’s movements grew less controlled, his thrusts wilder, until his body went taut.
She knotted her arms around his shoulders, wanting to hold onto all the feelings rocketing through her.
But she held onto him instead.
Tyler waited for things to get weird in three…two…one…
Nope.
He went through the necessary motions of disentangling his and Chloe’s limbs, then slipping to the bathroom to take care of the condom.
Surely, if there was anything that would make this weird, it was that.
But then, he returned to find her lying in the middle of her bed wearing nothing but an ear-to-ear grin, and weird was the furthest thing from his mind.
“Hey,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows. “I don’t know if this is normal or not, but I’m still eighty percent sure I can’t feel my legs.”
Tyler laughed. “This might be the only situation where that’s a good thing.”
“Please.” She came dangerously close to a snort, and okay, he was really fucked, because it still wasn’t weird. “I’m pretty sure we left ‘good’ in the hallway, along with my clothes.”
Chloe rolled over, grabbing a long, silky bathrobe from the chair beside her bed, shouldering into it while Tyler located his discarded clothing and dressed in a few economical movements.
This was the moment where he usually crafted a respectful exit.
Anything that came after orgasm swapping had the potential to be sticky territory if he lingered.
But then Chloe looked at him and said, “I guess we can finish the party favors, if you want,” and his corresponding “sounds good” just shoveled right on out like it was the most natural thing in the universe. Tyler knew that was a bad, bad sign, but it felt too fucking good to walk it back.
Especially when Chloe took a detour to the kitchen, pulling a clear zip-top bag of red velvet cookies from a cupboard before padding her way back to the living room. “These are no baby cinnamon rolls, mind you.” She held up the package she’d grabbed from the counter. “But they’re good in a pinch.”
“Yeah, hand ‘em over.” Tyler made a matching motion with his fingers. Chloe passed him the cookies with a laugh, then sat on the floor with her back against the couch. She opened up the cinnamon rolls to pop one into her mouth, and something stupid kicked behind his breastbone.
But then he took a bite of one of the cookies and promptly forgot it. “Mmmf,” he said, the chocolatey/tangy/sweet trifecta making his tastebuds sing a hallelujah chorus. God, they were good.
Chloe laughed. “I’m glad you like them. You’re welcome to take the bag. I’ve got three more just like it in my freezer.”
“You bake a lot, huh?” he asked, and the speed of her shrug wasn’t lost on him.