Chapter 21 #2
His thumb circled my clit, his fingers sliding lower to my entrance, and I cried out so sharply I heard the sudden flap of wings as the owl nearby took flight. I didn’t care. I shifted restlessly beneath him, silently demanding what I couldn’t formulate the words for.
Ty leaned down heavily, his head resting on the pillow in the hollow spot between my neck and shoulder. “Christ,” he swore, his teeth clamping down on the sensitive spot that had stars threatening to burst in my eyes. His finger teased me, sliding just inside, giving me just a taste.
“Ty!” I gasped his name, desperation making any coherent thoughts impossible.
Lifting his head, he gave me a dark look. “Need something?” He punctuated his words with a deliberate pinch on my clit that had me digging my nails into the back of his neck, marking him like I knew he marked me.
“I need—” What did I need? I needed more. I needed his fingers inside me. His mouth on me. His body naked against mine. I needed it all.
“You want more?” he challenged me, pinching my clit again, then sliding his fingers down to tease me.
My pussy clenched hard in anticipation. He stared down at me.
Any thought for how I looked or the fact I’d never, never, had a man look at me during any type of intimacy and how that should embarrass me was obsolete.
The only thing I knew was the feel of his lips on my body, his hand between my thighs, so close to where I needed him.
“Yes,” I managed, rolling my hips, trying to get his fingers to delve deeper, to stop tormenting me.
“Beg me, baby.” His fingers dipped just slightly, his thumb swirling my clit. “Show me what a good girl you can be after weeks of teasing me. Beg me.” His voice was harsh, dominant. He was completely in control, but not enough I couldn’t hear his own need. His need for me.
I shook my head, fighting a battle inside.
I was strung so tight, I couldn’t think with each movement of his hand, of his lips on my skin as he leaned down, kissing my jaw.
This was more than just pleasure, more than satisfying a need.
If I gave in to him, to his demand, then I would lose the control I’d always told myself I needed to keep.
I’d give in to the part of me that wanted to be taken and to let myself go, not worrying about holding a piece of me back in case I was wrong.
“Say the words, scribbler.” He kissed his way up my neck, making sure I could see his face.
Needing to hold onto something, I gripped his shoulders and flung myself off the proverbial cliff.
“Please” tumbled out of my mouth. “Please fuck me with your fingers.” Later, I would be mortified by how easily I surrendered, how the butterflies that kept my brain in line had disappeared under the heat of his stare, leaving me to leap without really looking.
My words snapped something inside of him. His fingers plunged inside me deeply, not gently, hard enough I knew I’d feel the burn tomorrow. He swallowed my cry with his mouth. His fingers were merciless as they hit the spot inside me that had pleasure skittering up my spine.
“Does this feel like friendship?” he growled, his fingers pumping. “Does this feel ridiculous?” He pressed his cock against my thigh, where I could feel him pulsing inside his jeans. “Tell me, Phoebe. Will you call this merely friendship in the morning?”
I could hear his frustration, the demand I acknowledge the truth that sat between us for weeks.
He wasn’t finished. “When this sweet little pussy cums around my fingers, when your pussy is full of my cock, will you call this friendship?”
His cock…
My pussy clenched at the thought of having the hard piece of male flesh I felt grinding against my leg inside of me.
“Fuck! You’re squeezing the hell out of my fingers. You want my cock, don’t you? You want to feel me so deep inside you that you’ll never get me out.”
I did. I wanted that. I wasn’t sure I could survive without it.
“Tell me,” he all but snarled, his neck muscles corded tightly as he fought for control. My orgasm crested so close, just there, just out of reach. And Ty, the bastard, knew it, altering his touch, slowing his fingers, taking the pressure off my clit when I’d fly apart. “Tell. Me.”
I thrashed my head as my last vestige of sense slid away. “No. This—this isn’t friendship.”
“Good girl. Now come for me,” he ordered with another thrust of his fingers, and I couldn’t hold back. I shattered beneath him. Wave upon wave of pleasure crashed through me. Ty never stopped pumping his fingers as he wrung every last drop of my orgasm from me.
When I could see clearly, he pulled his hand out, sucking his fingers, which glistened with me, into his mouth. The need inside me sharpened, and suddenly I was desperate. I’d never seen anything as erotic as his eyes closing as he licked me from his fingers.
My hands flew to his jeans, my fingers finding the button. My body wanted more already. I wanted the dark promise in his eyes. I wanted it all.
“Mom?”
My heart lodged in my throat. Before I knew what was happening, my shirt was pulled back down and I was yanked into a seated position, a second before the slide of the glass door revealed my sleepy son.
“Hey, Ty,” he said around a yawn, coming onto the deck.
Ty was facing the backyard, his body tense, his hands gripping the railing until his knuckles were white. He turned just slightly, still keeping his body mostly away. “Hey, pal. Couldn’t sleep?”
I could hear the slight tremor in Ty’s voice, even as he tried to sound normal. Once I got over the mortification of my son coming out in this moment (and yes, of what I’d said and done) I’d appreciate how he’d reacted quickly, making sure Lock didn’t see something that would scar him for life.
“I’m hungry,” Lock declared, rubbing his stomach through his pajamas.
Ty and I both burst out laughing at the statement. The normality of it was ironic given the air around me still burned with what had just happened, pleasure still echoing through me.
“When aren’t you?” I flexed my feet, making sure they were in working order lest I stand up and then fall face first into the crackling fire. “How about a grilled cheese?” Probably two. Lock was in another growth spurt and seemed to have two hollow legs along with the stomach of an NFL linebacker.
“How about roast beef?” Did I mention that he became a meat-o-holic whenever this happened? “Want one, Ty? Mom makes the best beef sandwiches.”
Ty looked from me to Lock, finally turning around. I noticed he kept his hands in his pockets and did my best not to stare too intently at the slight bulge I could see. I didn’t miss Ty’s smirk, even as he answered. “Thanks, bud, but I think I need to head out.”
“Oh?” Lock looked a little disappointed. “Okay.”
It startled me then, how easily Lock took to finding Ty here. He didn’t seem disturbed or upset. He just accepted his presence. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
“I should get going.” Ty turned to me and I felt that look right down to my toes.
My nod was half-hearted. “Okay.” What else could I say? I wanted him to stay. I wanted more of …whatever that was. Only Lock wasn’t just here; he was awake, and there were some things I wasn’t going to expose my kid to.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.”
He would?
I tried not to let my disappointment show that he’d call and not see me show. Then I smacked myself upside the head mentally. Time to not be a besotted teenager, Phoebe.
“Sounds good.” I stood there, not wanting to move.
Lock, on the other hand, pushed the glass door open wider. “Come on, Mom. I’m wasting away here.”
Ty and I chuckled, and I got up. “Sure, you are.” Putting a hand on Lock’s shoulder, I said goodnight to Ty.
Ty just finished saying goodnight to us when Lock frowned. “Hey, how come you’re here so late?”
We froze.
Well, fuck.