Chapter Thirty-FIve
TYLER
“I’ve never drank bourbon before, but after a few sips it’s not terrible,” she laughs, handing me the bottle.
The fire is roaring, and it creates a glow on her face that makes me want to kiss each subtle freckle flecked across it. My living room is dark, save for that firelight, and my couch looks a hell of a lot better with her on it. Especially in my clothes, covering them in her scent.
“It’s my drink of choice.” I take a swig, handing it back to her.
“Why don’t you ever really drink at events or holiday parties?” She takes another drink. I think I may need to slow her down or else she’ll be hating me in the morning.
I take the bottle from her. “In case of moments like Thanksgiving.”
“Oh, so you can stare at me with those pretty eyes all night?” She snatches the bottle away from me.
I smile. Honestly, I haven’t been able to get this stupid too wide grin off my face. Alcohol is making us bold but I don’t mind.
Let’s be bold.
She’s drunk, but I’d rather her be drunk here than out there. She has a soft, small smile that hasn’t left her lips and her eyes don’t seem so alert anymore. Now that her hair is drying, her curls are starting to form in wild tendrils around her head. I want so badly to run my fingers through them.
“You caught me staring, but I caught you staring, too.” I snatch the bottle playfully.
Shaking her head, she doesn’t say anything. Then she looks at me, and we sit there for a moment, watching one another with stupid fucking grins on our faces. At the same time, we both start laughing.
“It’s because you’re pretty,” she finally admits.
Our laughter subsides, but our smiles don’t. The fire is crackling through the silence between us, complimenting the thunder rumbling as the only background noise.
“Why am I here, Tyler?”
“Because,” I hook a curl behind her ear. “of that damn connection you and I both know is there. That feeling I know you and I both can’t shake. Do you still think it’s just a kiss, Sunny? Do you still think we are just friends?”
I see how my words impact her, one by one. “It’ll pass.“
“No, it won’t. Something, something fucking pulls me to you. Connects me to you.” I sit straighter, but my tone doesn’t change hers.
She laughs. “I’m barely friend material, Tyler. How can I possibly be more than friend material? I barely have anything left to give.”
“You keep saying that, like somehow my feelings expect something in return. I don’t, Sunny. I don’t want you to give. I want you to accept. Take what I’m offering you.” I lean into her.
Letting out a slow breath, she shakes her head. “This is a mistake. This is how people get hurt.” But the look in her eyes tells me otherwise.
Cupping her face, I thumb her lips as I give her a drunken smile. “Then hurt me. ”
She swallows hard, but she leans in.
She leans in.
“I think you want me to kiss you, Sunny.” My thumb traces her bottom lip.
“I think I want you to do more than kiss me, Tyler.”
Fuck.
In the next breath, our lips are crushing together. I pull her onto my lap and grip her thighs, anchoring her onto me.
“Tyler—” she breathes but her hands find my face, keeping my lips on hers.
“Don’t think, just do, baby.” I flip us and put her on her back. The world flips with us and we somehow topple to the ground with me landing on my back and her landing on top of me.
She’s giggling on top of me. “I thought you were good at this?”
“Oh, I’ll show you.” I stand up, hoisting her onto me.
I carry her upstairs to my room where I throw her on the bed. She’s immediately on her knees, peeling my shirt off. But too short to get it over my head at her height, and it somehow gets caught on my face.
“Sunny.” I pause, arms on my sides.
“I’m so sorry,” she giggles.
Ripping the shirt from my head, I grab her and lift her onto me again. “Come here.”
“Tyler!” she laughs as I lay us on the bed.
She starts peeling her sweatpants off. If the world is spinning for me, I can only imagine how much it’s spinning for her. She rolls, trying to inch those pants off and tumbles right off the bed.
“Fuck, baby are you okay?” I ask, peering over the edge. My girl is laughing so hard, nothing is even coming out of her mouth. At least she got those sweatpants off. “Sunny,” I laugh, getting off the bed and pulling her off the floor.
“What a shit show,” she chuckles.
Then her arms are around me again, crushing her lips to mine. She pushes so hard into me that we stumble backwards onto the bed.
Sitting up with her straddling my lap, I cradle her face with both my hands. We’re a mix of bourbon breath and desire, and nothing has ever tasted so good.
“Are we really doing this?” she asks.
“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” I assure her, pushing the hair out of her face, searching her for any semblance of not wanting this.
“I just…I want…” she starts. Her beautiful blue-green eyes are struggling to focus on me. “Oh my god. Tyler, I think there are two of you.”
I start laughing. “Oh baby, you’re so drunk. You are not going to be happy with me in the morning.” I press our foreheads together.
“Then make it up to me.”
She doesn’t have to fucking ask me twice.
I have my list of ways, and I’m ready to show her each one.
Wrapping an arm around her, I pull her flush to me, right where she belongs.
I flip us over so she’s on the bed and kiss her lips one more time before I inch my way down her body.
I start at the column of her neck, making sure I kiss my fucking scar there, because I want that scar to remind her of my lips, nothing else.
Working down her body, over my hoodie she still wears, I grab it in my teeth and pull. “I want this off.” She sits up and does as she’s told while I continue my exploring kisses on her smooth legs. “That’s my girl.”
She taunts me with a drunken smile, scooting away from me.
“Tell me, Tyler.” Each word is complete sultry, wrapping around my neck in a chokehold.
“How do you like to please a woman?” she asks as her hand starts to graze over her naked body, touching that smooth skin my tongue is craving.
Her back is against the headboard, legs spread open where I get a full view of her.
I sit on my knees simply watching her and taking in this moment. Helpless to the fact she has a power over me no one else will ever come close to having.
“I don’t have to tell you. I can just show you,” I say tightly. I’m dying to get my mouth on her. This visceral need squeezes like a vise around my chest.
Then her fucking hand makes it to that wet pussy my tongue is begging to be in, drawing circles on herself, creating a pleasure only I should be making. Only me.
“Sunny,” I warn her.
“What is it? Do you crave the taste of me, Tyler?”
“Yes.” My voice cracks in a desperate breath. My mouth starts watering like a fucking feral animal, waiting for her to give me something. Anything. Her fingers continue to draw circles on herself, spreading her arousal that my mouth is begging for.
She lets out a small moan, making a growl form in my chest. I grab her wrist to stop her. Her breath hitches and I take those fingers covered in her, bringing them to my mouth and suck them clean.
Grabbing her thighs, I pull her back down the bed so she’s underneath me. I sit up on my knees to take a long look at her, cherishing this moment I never thought I’d get.
“Sunny,” I say against her skin. “The only way you will seek pleasure is through me. I will be your only source of satisfaction. No one else will touch you, not even yourself, understood?” I slip a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around me desperately.
Her moans are enough of an answer for me.
So we have an agreement, then.
My tongue runs along her, taking in what I’ve been craving since the last time I tasted her. And I groan because I can only imagine what she feels like. Soon. I remind myself. Not yet, not like this, but soon enough.
I start working on her, flicking her clit and tongue fucking that cunt that’s already quivering for me. I can see it; the way her body communicates with mine, each touch in response to my own.
Gripping her thighs, I continue to devour her, feeling her hips roll with the motion of my tongue, chasing that climax she’s been craving from me. I remove my mouth and insert two fingers in her. Her moans become feral.
If anything this moment has taught me, it’s that god exists.
And god is a fucking woman. She’s right here, giving me access to heaven.
I’ve never been a believer, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her by worshiping her on my hands and knees.
She has become my religion, and I’m ready to bow down before her and beg her forgiveness.
“Tyler…” she moans.
I smile. Fucking poetry.
“Keep going, my love. Show me how fucking badly you want it.”
The way her hips are moving only ignites a desire to experience it from a new angle.
I want to feel those hips moving. Now. I remove my fingers from her and suck them clean.
No part of her will go wasted. She lets out a small whimper but it’s cut short as I wrap an arm around her, pulling her up onto my body and falling back so she’s on top of me and her knees are on either side of my head.
“Tyler…too fast.”
“Ride me, baby.” I grab her hips, pulling her up onto my mouth. As if she even has a choice. Her hands instinctively grip the headboard as a gasp leaves her lips. Her body trembles at my tongue plunging into her. God, I want to drink her up.
One flick of my tongue is like a match to a flame. Then she ignites. I’m so ready to be burned.
There's truth in the way her body communicates with mine, despite all her words telling me anything else. There’s truth in the way I watch my little fire turn into an inferno as the pleasure I created engulfs her, fueling the flames that had been almost dead for so long.
It’s there. She just needed the right person to light the match.
Finally her body relents, and she’s panting hard, gripping the headboard like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded. Removing myself from between her thighs, I push her back down on the bed and sit on my knees, watching how I satisfied my girl.
“Taste how fucking good you are.” I bring my lips to hers, kissing her softer than the needy kisses from earlier. Pushing my tongue into her mouth, she welcomes me with another moan. She brings a hand to my face, cupping my jaw and pushing me into her more.
She rolls so that I’m underneath her and starts working her kisses away from my lips, along my jaw, down my neck, on my bare chest, over my scars. It doesn’t hurt. Not with her.
I realize where she’s heading too. I’m just worried once she crosses that line, I won’t be able to go back over it. I can’t go back.
Sitting up, I fist my hand in her hair, making her look at me. “Sunny.” A smile grows on her face. “You don’t have to…”
“I want to.” She continues her path of fiery kisses down my bare torso. Once she makes it to the waistband of my sweatpants, she snaps them and demands, “off.”
The moment my pants are off, her eyes fall to my dick. My need for her is evident in the veins and pre-cum beading at the tip. Those wide eyes are analyzing, planning how she’s going to do this and how it’ll fit.
She slowly lowers her mouth onto me, gliding her tongue from my base all the way up my shaft. My body fucking shudders as I hiss at the feel of that silk tongue along me. That mouth is heaven, in every single way. And I don’t know what I did in this life to deserve to walk through the gates.
“Fuck, baby,” I let out in a breathy groan. She continues her taunting and teasing on me. “Sunny,” I growl. It takes all my willpower to not cum right now, needing to savor this moment because I don’t know when we’ll have it again.
Don’t cum Tyler, don’t fucking cum.
Her eyes flick back up to me, wrapping a hand around my base, she devours me, sucking off the pre-cum that’s spilling from me.
My head rolls back as animalistic sounds come out of me. Fisting her hair again, I guide the bob of her head along me. My body is already tensing under the gravity of the pleasure she brings me.
I’m going to fucking cum.
My hips start to buck on instinct. I fuck my girls mouth, laying claim to it, and she takes it like she’s supposed to. We are made for one another.
“You’re doing such a good job, little fire. You’re doing so good taking me. Letting me fuck that pretty mouth.”
Pleasure rattles at the base of my spine and starts coursing through my body.
All at once, my world cleaves, my vision goes out, and euphoria captures my body prisoner as I tense under the magnitude of the orgasm taking me over.
My body practically convulses while my dick pulses as I fill her mouth with me.
I groan as my body finally relinquishes and relaxes on the bed. My chest heaves up and down as a sheen of sweat forms along my bare skin. And I watch as she swallows me fucking whole, completely making me rock hard again.
“Quick off the mark, huh?” she teases.
I groan and run a hand over my face. “Come here.” I smile, hooking my arms under hers and pull her naked body onto my own.
Her sunshine hair drapes around us, and I push it back so I can look at my girl.
I press a gentle kiss to her lips where we can now taste one another. And us together tastes so fucking good.
Her body sways and her eyes fall heavy. She’s no longer riding the high from the alcohol.
“Sleep, Sunny Darling.” I trace her face. Those dark eyebrows, her pert nose, her pink lips swollen from my own.
“Here?” she asks.
“Nowhere else but here.” I grab my hoodie she was wearing to help her get it on. “And no more rolling off the bed.”
With a lot of effort, she finally gets the sweatpants back on and snuggles herself under the blankets, and to my dismay, she snuggles herself right up next to me.
I tighten my arm around her, scared this moment will leave.
Within minutes, she’s sound asleep. I keep my arm around her as I stare up at the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling with a giddy ass smile on my damn face.
I think you like me, Sunny.
Running a hand over my face and through my hair, I look at her snuggled up next to me. She already has drool coming from her mouth, pooling onto my bare chest. I let out a loud laugh, but I know she won’t hear it.
The amount of alcohol she consumed tells me there’s a good chance she won’t remember this. No amount of alcohol will make me forget.
Wrapping her arm around my torso, she buries her head in my bare chest. I tighten my arm that’s around her, pushing the hair out of her face with my other and kiss her forehead.
“Oh Sunny, I just love you so fucking much.”