I racked my brain, trying to figure out what he wanted—nay,neededto hear to grant me my release.
“Yes, Tyler,” I guessed.
I sighed in relief and tears blanketed my eyes when he dipped his hand lower, inserting a long finger inside of my aching canal while circling my clit with his thumb. My climax was quick. I tugged at his shoulders as I came, hips working against his hand. His lips crushed mine and I let out a moan into his mouth.
He kissed me through my orgasm before letting me up for air.
Slowly, I dropped my feet to the floor as I continued gasping for oxygen.
“You’re not ready yet.”
“I can assure you, I’m plenty ready.” I appreciated him trying to ensure that I was wet enough for sex but had he not just noticed the major orgasm I’d had from his hand alone? I was more than ready.
A deep, humorless chuckle emerged from his vocal chords and he lowered his forehead to mine. “No, you’re not but you will be. Soon.” He lifted his head and stepped back.
I watched, confused, as his hands went to the waistband of my jeans, only this time to button them. He then moved back even more, straightening out his own clothes. I was dumbfounded when his hand reached for the door, pulling it open as I pushed away from it.
“Wh—” I began.
“You like hardwood floors?”
I looked aroundreallyconfused now. “What?”
His eyes lowered to the dark hardwood of my living room. “Your floors are hardwood. Do you like hardwood? This color?”
I shook my head. He was entirely serious with this series of questions.
“Y-yeah.”
“For the bedroom, too?”
“My bedroom is carpeted,” I answered lamely.
He nodded as if storing that information.
The hell?
“Destiny?”
I glanced up. “Yes?”
“Decide where you want to go on our second date, next week once I get back into town.” He leaned down, placing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “And get some sleep,” he stated low in my ear.
Sleep? Right. As if.
I watched as he turned and shut the door behind him. I was left standing there both dumbfounded, spellbound, and horny as all hell.
What the hell kind of game was Tyler playing?
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Tyler
“What the hell kinda game were you playing out there, Riggs?” Kelvin shouted at Leonard as we all made our way into the locker room after the game. We’d just ended our second game of the season.
“Aye! What the fuck if your problem?” Leonard yelled back after Kelvin pushed him up against one of the lockers.
Dropping my shoulder pads and helmet, I quickly moved in between Kelvin and Leonard. Kelvin was usually the coolest guy in the room but Riggs had been pissing us all off lately. A few of his more recent sports interviews hadn’t been too friendly toward our defensive line, and his showboating antics were getting on everyone’s damn nerves. Including mine. However, I wasn’t rattled by Riggs, but I wouldn’t let him get under the skin of our best running back and my closest friend.
