Chapter 19
Chloe had no idea how she made it through the next sixty minutes without exploding in front of every single person at the party.
She smiled, she posed for photos with her siblings, she made sure Esme had been safely handed off to Tom with the paper fan Isla had made for her, all of it passing by in a blur.
She was aware of Tyler moving through the room and mirroring her strategic withdrawal.
He was fucking hotness personified in that snug button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal just enough of his forearms for her to feel it in her knees, so really, she’d have to be dead not to be.
But something about him pulsed through her like a drumbeat, heightening her senses and making her breathless, and by the time she kissed Addison and Ryan goodnight and got into her car to race home, she was fizzing with anticipation.
When she caught sight of him outside the front door of her building, her anticipation tipped into pure, hot need.
“Hi,” Chloe said, the word barely out of her mouth before Tyler was on her like a wildfire. Their mouths slammed together, the kiss frantic and messy and completely burning her up, and God, she’d never felt anything so sexy in her life.
“Do you have any idea,” Tyler said, trailing kisses across her jawline and up to her temple, “how badly I’ve wanted to taste you all night?”
She laughed, then let out a sigh as his hands tightened around her back and she grew hyper-aware of his cock pressing into her belly.
“I absolutely do.” After another kiss, she recovered enough of her wits to realize that, although it was mostly deserted due to the late hour, they were still on a public street. “Do you want to come upstairs?”
“I absolutely do.”
They made it into the building and through the elevator ride without incident, although the want sparking between Chloe’s thighs made her power walk it—not the best fun in her three-inch heels, but she’d readily sacrifice her feet for the cause.
Tyler was only a half-step behind her, and as soon as they crossed the threshold and she had the deadbolt locked behind them, they crashed together, all hot skin and hotter need.
He wrapped an arm around her back, his mouth pressed to her bare shoulder and his palm flat on her spine, and her body buzzed with so much want, she gasped.
“Tyler,” she murmured, arching up to fit against him.
He held her closer. “Right here, baby.”
As proof, he dragged his tongue over her collarbone, and Chloe’s fingers moved up into his hair, knotting in the soft strands.
The encouragement seemed to light something inside of him, and the next thing she knew, they were moving, her walking backward with him guiding the way until her ass bumped the arm of the couch.
“That’s better,” Tyler said, his voice a notch above a whisper and loaded with pleasured intent. Using the leverage to his advantage, he pushed a thigh between hers, parting her knees as he slid a hand under the hem of her dress.
“So much better,” she agreed. His fingers skimmed upward, heating a path from the outside of her knee all the way to her hip before landing on the lacy edge of her panties and making him groan.
“And I thought this dress was fucking killing me.”
Chloe responded by reaching into the sliver of space between them, yanking his shirt from his pants and starting to unbutton it as fast as her trembling hands would let her. “I’m pretty sure all clothes are very overrated right now.”
Tyler shrugged out of it the second she had the buttons free, and she didn’t waste the opportunity to run her hands over his chest, greedily remembering every taut muscle.
Hard, flat pecs. The soft sprinkling of just enough gold-blond chest hair to make her mouth water.
Tightly packed abdominal muscles with a happy trail leading toward the outline of his very-happy-to-see-her cock, and Tyler was right.
They’d been crazy to think once would have ever been enough.
Chloe’s nipples tightened, tugging a direct line of want to her center, and this time, she was the one moving.
With her hands at his waistband, she pulled him forward, flattening her palms over his shoulders to push him to the couch.
He grabbed onto her waist to bring her along for the ride, her dress rucking up around her hips as she straddled his lap, barely breaking their kiss.
“Less clothes,” Tyler said, the words vibrating against her mouth. Chloe couldn’t have been more on board, and with two swift tugs, both her bra and her dress—thank God she’d gone with something drapey and one-sleeved—were around her waist.
He didn’t waste a single second. His hands were everywhere, tracing up and down her rib cage, moving over her shoulders, then hooking beneath her arms to angle her closer.
Want raced down her spine, her breath collapsing out of her in a sound she’d never heard herself make, and Tyler looked up at her, his eyes dark with intensity and full-blown lust.
“Chloe.” Somehow, he managed to make the two syllables sound like a prayer. He exhaled on a rumble, cupping one breast in his palm while pressing forward to draw her other nipple past his lips. Her spine arched, her whole body seeking more contact, more friction, more everything.
And Tyler was right there to give it. Rolling one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he licked the other with firm, hot flicks of his tongue, driving her just shy of crazy before switching sides.
Chloe’s whole body hummed, twin threads of pleasure and anticipation tangling together.
He dropped one hand to grip her hip at the same time he thrust his own hips to meet her body, and oh God, oh God, how could she want every single part of him so much?
Her hands knotted in his hair, holding him steady as she thrust back, again and again.
The triangle of lace sliding hot between her thighs was far past damp, dragging over her clit and making her pussy ache with every glide of their bodies, and when Tyler slipped a hand between them to pull the fabric aside and replace it with his thumb, she was already halfway over the edge.
“Fuck,” he grated out, the intensity in his voice making Chloe’s heart slam. “I can feel how much you want it. But you don’t have to chase it, baby. Let me give it to you.” A turn of his wrist had his forefinger buried deep and her body on fire. “I’m right here. Let me give you what you need.”
Her pulse burst like fireworks, knocking at her throat as she closed her eyes and let go.
Sensation and pleasure and pure, bright want blurred together in her belly, her clit throbbing and the rest of her coiled tight.
Tyler pressed his thumb harder, using his opposite hand to rock her hips into the contact.
Another finger joined the first in the snug space of her pussy, and when he crooked them to reach some spot inside of her that she’d never known existed, her breath flew out in a needful cry.
“Oh. Oh. Don’t ever stop doing that,” she said.
He anchored himself into place, taking charge of her hips and guiding her exactly where she needed to go, rolling and lifting and circling—there, there, right there at the very heart of her—until she started to shake.
Chloe’s orgasm didn’t come in waves as much as it just crashed into her all in one go, zero to completely fucking undone.
Tyler was right there with her, working her through every second until she slumped forward, her forehead on his.
He adjusted their bodies to place both hands at her waist, holding her steady as she reclaimed her breath.
But as soon as she did, she became keenly aware of his cock, rock-hard against her inner thigh, and she shifted back to find the button and zipper on his jeans.
Tyler exhaled in a gravel-covered moan. “Chloe.”
Another benediction that turned her heart into a wild thing in her chest. She pushed his jeans, now undone, lower over his hips.
With efficient movements from both of them, everything except his boxer briefs found the floor, and Chloe stood to fully shed her bra and dress.
Tyler reached for her, but she side-stepped him neatly, returning not to his lap, but to her knees in front of him.
His eyes went wide, dark, stormy blue in the moonlight and streetlights spilling in past her blinds. This time, when he said her name, it was all hunger, and she pressed forward, parting his muscular thighs with both palms.
“I want to give you what you need,” she said, heat reviving low at the base of her spine as his cock jerked. She dusted her fingers over him in one feather-light circuit before her impatience won out and she delved past the barrier of his boxer briefs.
“Ah,” Tyler hissed, more sound than word.
One hand fell to her shoulder, very, very gently, while the other fisted his boxer briefs, knuckles white.
But now it was her turn to give him everything, so she wrapped her fingers around his cock and leaned in closer still.
His ragged exhale sent pleasure spilling through her, and Chloe drew her tongue down his length with a smile.
His body went bowstring tight. His knees fell wider, the hand on her shoulder drifting up to her hair as she licked her way back up, then parted her lips over the crown of his cock.
The swear he let out was filthy and primal, and it made Chloe feel like a goddess. “Your mouth is so fucking hot. Yes, like that.”
He arched when she took him deeper, his fingers knotting in her hair.
Anticipation moved through her, a hot, hard pang, and she repeated the motion, testing the way.
Tyler’s muscles flexed in response, his corded thighs like iron beneath her fingertips and his body knotted with pent-up need that Chloe wanted nothing more than to fill.
She worked his cock slowly, at first, with short, shallow strokes of her mouth, then faster.
Deeper. Harder, until his whole body coiled like a spring being pressed way down.
“Please,” she said, pulling back only far enough to look at him, and God, he was gorgeous so close to the edge like this. “Let me give you what you need, Tyler.”
His arms were under hers, hauling her back into his lap in a single move before she could blink.
“Then come here and ride my cock. Let me fuck you until you come.” He grabbed a condom from his wallet, sheathing himself in quick motions.
“Because what I need is you, Chloe. Your mouth, making my favorite fucking sounds. Your pussy, gripping me tight. Owning me. You.”
The intensity in his stare stole her breath. Still, she moved toward him like a magnet, the pull as impossible to resist as gravity itself. “I need you, too,” she whispered. “Please.”
For a single second, they sat there, chest to chest, eyes locked in something so strong, Chloe felt it in the parts of her that would never see daylight.
And then, Tyler pressed up, nudging his cock inside of her while she parted her legs to take him deep, and nothing else mattered—nothing else existed—but him.
“So tight,” he breathed, his hands finding her hips, holding her steady.
Chloe released a breath, letting her body adjust to the pressure that had just invaded every last one of her senses.
Tyler’s eyes were fixed on the shadowy spot between them, right where his cock was buried, and the emotion on his face sent a feeling through her she couldn’t name.
“Tyler.” Chloe cupped his face. Kissed him hard. “If I’m what you need, then take me.” One hand slid to his chest, covering his hammering heart. “I’m right here with you, too.”
He gripped her hips, his fingers splayed wide over her ass as he began to rock her up and down, and oh, God, she was never not going to want this man inside her, filling her up and making her feel everything.
She wrapped her arms around Tyler’s shoulders, her hips moving in a rhythm all their own.
Her nipples brushed his chest with each motion, pleasure licking through her at the friction, and her inner muscles squeezed in want.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his mouth hot on her neck. “I want to feel you come.”
Her body was moving of its own volition now, her hips thrusting, seeking more. Keeping one hand at her waist, Tyler slipped the other between her legs, the pad of his finger slick on her clit, and her breath caught.
“Oh, God.” Pressure stacked in her belly, building and growing and daring her to run after it.
But she didn’t have to, because Tyler was right there, giving it to her like a gift.
He stroked her clit as she fucked him in firm, fast strokes, and between the surrender and the control, Chloe broke.
She came in wave after wave, each one making her vision blur.
But she didn’t just want her own pleasure, she wanted Tyler’s, too.
“I want to feel you come, too,” she said, her voice throaty and rough. “Please. Don’t stop. Don’t hold back.”
Intensity flashed back over his face, his eyes glittering before turning dark.
Tyler held her steady as he powered into her, over and over, his fingers tightening at her waist to hold her in place.
His breath shaped her name, then turned into a guttural moan, and his body went completely still as he came deep inside of her.
Chloe measured time by her heartbeats until she lost track of them, her body too blissed out to move.
Tyler’s chest was warm and steady beneath hers as they both metered their breathing back to normal, his arms a tight circle around her.
Eventually, he shifted beneath her, and she drew back to let him slip down the hall to the bathroom, but still she didn’t move to get dressed.
A part of her warned that what she was feeling went beyond the sex they’d just shared.
That she should tread carefully—or at the very least, feel self-conscious at how much of herself she’d just let loose on him.
But she didn’t. Instead, she simply felt what she always did when Tyler was near her.
She felt safe.