Chapter Forty-Two
SUNNY
“Alright.” Tyler puts the last of the groceries away. “I have to take a shower. Everyone should be here around eight.” He glances at his watch. “That gives you plenty of time to join me in the shower.” He winks.
“Tyler!” I throw a pillow at him. He chuckles, disappearing up the stairs. I catch a glimpse of his muscled back as he pulls his sweaty shirt off and I groan internally.
A few minutes go by and thoughts flood my mind of Tyler naked in his shower. Thinking about it isn’t nearly as bad as actually doing something about it. I grab the remote and flip through channels in an attempt to distract myself.
When the tv doesn’t suffice, I peer around the house that has basically become my second home.
A smile pulls my lips when I see my painting proudly displayed in the living room for all to see.
His office door is slightly open, and of all the times I’ve been here, I’ve never been in there. Frankly, I’m not sure I want to.
I toy with a curl, fighting the urge to even the score in whatever match this is we’ve started.
Technically, we’re three to one, and I refuse to let him have the upper hand.
That’s when I decide that’s enough of an excuse to toss the remote to the side and make my way up the stairs, following that pull that’s tugging me.
The steam from the hot shower spills through the open doorway like a smoke trail guiding me to my destination. The mirror is fogged and I can see the shadow of Tyler’s naked body through the glass doors of his shower.
You’re just evening the score.
With a deep breath, I open the shower door. I remain dressed to prove my point.
I have a full side profile of him. Every muscle completely on display as water droplets dance down the groves of his body. He runs his hands through his wet hair, slicking it back to give me a perfect view of all the angles that make up his face.
I shut the door with a click, making a smile curve the side of his mouth before he even opens his eyes.
“I’m here to level the playing field. Even our score,” I say.
Finally, he opens his eyes, that smirk never leaving his lips.
His scar standing proud whenever he smiles.
Before he can say anything, I push him against the wall and lean in so that my lips are a whisper across his.
He doesn’t give me the chance to tease when he grips the back of my neck, sinking me deeper into him.
Once I’m able to rip my lips from his and come up for air, I slowly work my way down his neck. His fingers dig into my skin, his jaw flexing as a moan rumbles through his throat.
My lips shamelessly move across his body, relishing the way he feels underneath them. His muscles are carved perfectly from hard work and dedication. Pieces that somehow fit so perfectly with me.
Despite my efforts, he peels my scrub top off. His eyes roam my body as fervently as his hands do. The needy desire of them ignites across my sensitive skin.
My eyes fall to where I feel him pressing against me, so ready for what I’m about to do. When I look up, those emeralds are staring at me. No longer is he the Tyler from the grocery store, but the one from Halloween night.
A firm hand fists my wet hair, forcing me to my knees. When I look up, I see his labored breaths despite his calm, animalistic eyes.
“Open,” he growls.
He shoves me forward, making my hands slap the shower wall behind him. I open my mouth willingly, ready to make this predator of a man fall to his knees for a woman like me.
I taunt him a bit, using my tongue to write all the words I’ll never say. It doesn’t take long until he is moving my head forward so I’m sucking him in.
Barely halfway, I already feel my gag reflex kicking in. Hissing, he leans his head back as I suction my lips around him.
“Fuck, Sunny,” he growls as his hips thrust deeper into me. He takes his time pushing into me, working me slowly so I can take him fully without resistance.
Tears sting my eyes and streak my face, but the shower masks it. I want him deeper. I want him to fall to his knees because of me. The fire he claims me to be, burning everything that was ever before me, and my flames so harsh that it’ll ruin anything after, too.
My hands claw his thick thighs, drawing blood as he pushes deeper into me. I can feel his body writhe as he inches himself into me, trying to contain the urge I know he has to take me desperately rather than adapt me instead.
“That’s my girl. Taking me so well. Devour me, Sunny.” He pushes more.
I wrap a hand around his base, covering the area I know my mouth simply can’t. His head tilts back against the shower wall while his body trembles at my touch.
I love the power I have over him.
I gently glide my teeth over him, knowing he likes a little pain with his pleasure. As he lets out a snarl, I feel his body start to tense as his release starts to take over his body.
“Fuck Sunny, fuck!” His thrusts become wild as he fucks my mouth, becoming the Tyler I know he is, taking my mouth with no regard as pleasure starts to possess him.
His fist tightens in my hair while his other hand slams against the tile wall behind me, curving his body forward.
Lose control.
Then he does. I’m met with unhinged thrusts. My body instinctively fights him off, despite the fact I don’t want to stop. And I know he wouldn’t let me, anyways.
“I want you covered in me,” he says, his voice so low and hoarse.
He pulls out, using that hand fisted in my hair to make me look up at him as he spills all over my chest with a groan.
Seeing him become undone because of me is intoxicating.
Leaning forward over me, his dark, wet hair hangs as water droplets fall from it. Those emeralds stare at me, so animalistic like, I start to feel a kernel of fear bloom in my chest.
Is this the man all his victims see before death greets them?
He swipes his thumb through his cum that slides down my chest and brings it to my mouth, running it over my bottom lip.
“Taste what you did to me and clean up your fucking mess.” He presses his thumb in my mouth.
I do as he says, sucking him clean. This only gives me another groan, and to my shock, makes him hard all over again.
Before I’m able to do anything about it, his hand is around my throat and bringing me to my feet. No words are said when he peels my scrub pants off and tosses them outside of the shower.
He grabs my face, making me look at him. “You really think I was going to let you come in here and have your way with me?” He leans into me, his lips whispering over mine. “Jokes on you.”
With a spin, he turns me around and slams my back against the shower wall. His arms create a cage around me. “I always get my way. And I always fucking win.”
He presses his lips against mine, invading my mouth in an attempt to distract me from his roaming hands down my body and between my legs. An unsolicited moan leaves my mouth, only adding to his ever growing smile against my lips.
He works his lips down my neck, taking extra time on my scar, giving it the love that was stripped from me. A swift movement and my bra is on the floor, his mouth circling one peaked nipple while his fingers tease the other. I bite my lip, unwilling to give him the moan he is pushing for.
A dark look in his eyes tells me he is going to get it no matter how hard I fight it.
As he makes his way down my body, he slides my panties off, leaving a trail of kisses over my skin, a silent writing of all the things he wishes he could say.
“Open my legs.” He slaps a hand on my thigh, making me spread them wide for him. “Let’s see how long you can fight this.”
My argument is silenced when his mouth is between my legs. It’s not fair, how fast the orgasm tries to rip through me, no matter my attempts to stop it.
Just as I’m about to fall off that edge he’s dragging me over, he removes himself from me. Two fingers are pushed inside me, curling just right that a moan finally slips free.
“You’re fighting it,” he murmurs, getting to his feet again.
With his face inches from mine, he nips and toys with my lips while treacherously moving his fingers in me. Another pathetic whimper sets free when I feel the orgasm lighting up inside me.
“There it is.” He smiles.
I see what he is doing, getting me so close to then take it away, that way I’m begging for it. Asking him to be the reason I seek pleasure. Just like he wanted.
He grabs my face, making me look at him when he says, “Cum.” Through clenched teeth.
My ragged breaths are filled with the water pouring down on us. Fighting it is a losing game at this point. So I roll my head back, allowing the flames of the orgasm to engulf me.
The fire floods my veins, warming me so deeply I can’t help but succumb to the melting it forces me into. I fall into him, unwilling to fight any longer as my knees give out.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers in my ear.
Our bare chests move in rhythm to one another while he cradles my face, pressing our foreheads together. We sit there for a few silent moments, catching our breath, eyes closed, the water still beating down on us.
He pulls away from me so he can look at my face and brushes away wet hair that plasters my forehead. “Looks like I win again.” A smile curves at the side of his mouth.
He presses a kiss to my lips and starts picking up my scrubs that lay on the shower floor. “I’ll wash them for you.” He wraps a towel around his naked body. “See you at dinner.”