The words pulled her pussy tight, and she clenched her legs together. Her orgasm whipped through her, streaking tendrils of pleasure up her torso and down her limbs until the splendor of it roared like a storm. Like a tasty chocolate treat, she reveled in the deliciousness, greedily guzzling up every frisson until she floated back to the cupboard-size bedroom and reality.
For an instant, guilt colored the decadence—that she should do this with Tyler when she’d signed up to make nice with another.
“Suzy,” Tyler’s hoarse voice dragged her back, the aching sweetness of his tone. “Suzy, don’t leave me hanging.”
“I’d never do that,” Susan whispered. “But it’s not my fault you didn’t keep with my program.”
“I wanted to hear you.” His words made her heart twist and ache.
Warmth filled her, a shifting in her chest made her aware of her breathlessness. She’d experienced these tumultuous emotions before and wondered if she should worry, if she should step back so she didn’t stumble into the chasm of pain that marched along with handing over her heart.
He’s not like that. But she didn’t know for sure—not yet. The only way she’d know was to take a chance and let her traitorous spirit have the reins. She’d applied to the reality show because she wanted to find love…
Susan removed Mr. Blue and started speaking. “Take your cock in your hand and stroke it. Not the hard strokes you’d usually use. Instead, run your fingers along your shaft with the softer pressure a woman would use.” Her inner self snarled at the idea. “Like I’d do it,” she amended. “If I were teasing you. Run your fingers up and down again, brushing the tip.”
“You’re killing me here.”
“You’re lucky I’m not with you. I might torture you in person. Restrain your hands or blindfold you, so you won’t know exactly what I’m gonna do next.”
“We could try that some time. I’m happy as long as I get to try my ideas too.”
A laugh bubbled from her. He was thinking of the future, their future. “Do you want to come or not?”
“My balls are turning blue, and that’s only a good thing if you’re a male baboon.”
“You keep interrupting.”
“I like talking with you.”
And she liked him way too much, considering the obstacles. “I want you to grip your cock hard now and pretend you’re buried deep inside me. You can feel the heat of my channel, even through the condom. You pull out and plunge back inside. The slick walls tease your cock. Can you feel how close you are? The tight pressure in your sac? How you feel as if you might explode in the next stroke?”
“Yes,” he hissed.
“You pull back to take the final stroke, part of you wanting to go slow while the rest of you wants to pound into me. Which is it going to be?”
“Hard,” he whispered.
“Feel my body quivering, ready to take you. I lift my hips, changing the angle for you to make the final stroke. Just perfect,” she whispered. “Pound into me. Take what you need, Tyler. Take me.”
Tyler’s hard groan filled her bedroom, so loud Susan’s gaze zapped to the door. Then there was silence. “Tyler?”
“I’m here,” he said. “But for a moment I thought this was a near-death experience.”
“I wish I was there.”
“I wish you were too.” Regret laced his voice. “If you feel up to a walk, there’s a dam on the boundary. We could meet.”
“Okay.” Meeting was a bad idea, but she had to see him or she’d go crazy. “When will we go for dinner?”
“I’ll ring you tomorrow. Are you filming tomorrow?”
“Yes, we’re going into Clare with your mother. Something about volunteer work and how Nolan’s wife needs to take an active part in the community.”
“You don’t like helping?”
“I’ve done a lot of charity work in the past. No, that doesn’t bother me, but meeting your mother again—that’s the part that makes me nervous.”
“I don’t blame you,” Tyler said. “Josie says I should face off with her, but honestly, it’s more peaceful and less stressful for all concerned if I turn my back and pretend she’s not there.”
