Chapter 27
Serena
No distractions. No interruptions. No prying eyes, no judgmental gazes, and no reminders of looming responsibilities. It’s just Tyler and I.
Our lips meet again, and his tongue snakes its way inside. His hands trail down from my waist to my lower body, guiding me down to rest my body on his.
I press us together, feeling the tension and heat between us intensify. Tyler lets out a low groan of pleasure as the friction over our clothes sends shivers down our spines.
“Fuck, keep doing that.” Tyler groans, his breath hot against my ear as I move against him once more.
“You’re really into this?” I whisper, feeling a surge of confidence.
“I’m intoyou.”
Desperation turns into greed to expose more of our skin, to touch more, to kiss harder, to feelmore, and to give in to eachother. It’s a blurry series of movements as we remove articles of clothing from each other–all that’s left is my bra and underwear, and his joggers separating our bare bodies. I feel the cold breeze hit my skin, but it doesn’t bother me at all, since Tyler is quicker, he takes hold of my lower back and presses himself against me. I kiss him deeper, cupping his face with my hands. I pull away for a moment only to find his eyes begging for more.
“I can’t hold back anymore.” I manage to breathe out, my fingers trembling over the hem of his joggers.
Tyler gently grasps my wrist and says, “I don’t have a condom on me.”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill. I’ve had bad cramps when I was younger. What a miracle birth control can do.”
Our gazes lock again, silently giving each other consent for what’s happening next. We both fall into the intoxicating pull between us. Tyler wraps his arms around my upper body, snapping off my bra, revealing my plump breasts.
We kiss again; it’s getting hungrier and needier each time. I yank down his sweats and boxers, his dick popping out. Tyler takes one of my breasts in his mouth and sends me to another universe with the short and quick flicks of his tongue. It’s sensual and frantic all at once, making desire heat in the pit of my stomach as I moan out his name, forgetting we’re in a public park.
“Baby, someone will hear you.”
“Would you hate it?”
“No,” he replies breathlessly and kisses me again.
My body trembles with pleasure as his hands demand for more. His tongue explores every curve and contour of my breasts, making a chill run down my spine as I press my lips together to stop myself from being too loud.
“I want you.” I barely manage to get out.
“You’re going to fucking kill me.” His thumbs tweak my nipples again, “You’re single-handedly the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
In a blink of an eye, we switch positions to me on my back and Tyler hovering over me. His bulky arms are stationed next to my shoulders as he stares straight into my eyes with so much…love.
The golden guy I’ve always known to walk me to practice, the one who I tutor twice a week, the one who loves ordering Thai green tea… isn’t the guy in front of me. There’s so much intensity and fire between us.
“I got you.” Tyler promises, his lips trailing down my body with feather-light kisses. He takes off my underwear and lifts my thighs onto his shoulders, positioning himself between my legs. Then I forget everything I know. I forget that the basictrigonometric functions are sine, cosine, and tangerine? No, fuck, it’s tangent.
My hips rise and fall under Tyler’s flick of his tongue and teeth. He breaks from me, making me whimper in complaint.
Our lips crash against each other again. “You taste so fucking good.”
“Don’t stop.” I moan, feeling incredibly greedy that I lazily shove his head back to where it should be. The movement makes his dick press against my thigh, making me feel evenmoreturned on, if that was humanly possible at this point. “Does tasting me get you off?”
A devilish smirk crosses his face, “Oh, baby, you don’t even know.”
Then he devours me again like his life depends on it–like the fucking world depends on this exact moment.
I’m shamelessly grinding against his mouth, tugging at his hair in an attempt to remember where the fuck I am as he nips, sucks and then kicks it up a notch by driving two fingers inside me. It drives me over the edge when I moan out his name chasing for release, not caring it’s nearly seven in the morning.
“You okay, sunshine?” Tyler asks, kissing his way up my sensitive body.
