But I hold my tongue and force myself to sit in the restaurant, order off the menu, and engage in civilized conversation.
Actually, it’s pretty important conversation. Tyrell’s trying to figure out what he wants to do after graduation. His family is really putting the pressure on, and I remind him that Cyrus has been coping just fine without him for four years. And although it’s good to be there for your family, you also need to weigh up the cost of living your best life.
“I’ll probably head back for the summer, make sure everyone is really settled, and then…” He shrugs.
“Get a job?” I tease.
“Yeah. Of course. Dad’s already got a potential interview lined up with me for the civil engineering company he works for. I’d be starting at the bottom, but that’s how these things work. I just…” He tuts.
“What?”
“Well… ultimately, I just want to save my pennies so I can head off and see the world. I’m happy to live on a dime to do it, so maybe just a year of hard work and then I can be off.”
“Sounds amazing.”
He stares at me, and for a second, I wonder if he’s about to ask me if I’d like to join him.
Eeeep! Too soon! Too fast! Too high of a risk that I’ll say yes, because the idea of traveling the world with Black Jack sounds pretty perfect to me.
The fact that I’m even thinking that makes my belly quake, but I keep it locked down, focusing instead on asking him where he’d go first.
We talk about Dubai, and then our meals are served as we daydream our way through Asia. By the time we’re done eating, we’re over in Europe, scoping out the sights and sounds of Austria and Switzerland, Belgium and Germany.
We drive back to my apartment, working our way down through Morocco and all the way to a safari in South Africa.
We’re both giddy as I walk him up to my apartment, sneaking into my room and stripping off each other’s clothes while we catch a cruise from Durban to Perth… and our imaginings of touring Australia are soon lost to exquisite kisses and hungry tongues.
I grip the back of Tyrell’s neck as he lifts me off the floor and walks me to my bed. His naked torso is pressed against mine, his hot kisses sending spikes of pleasure all the way through me.
When he kneels on the edge of the bed and gently lowers me down on the mattress, I bring him with me, loving his weight squishing me into the bed.
He nibbles a path along my jawline, lifting my arms above my head and locking my wrists in place with his hands. I tip my head back with a groan, relishing his attentive tongue, which is licking every spot and crevice.
My hips thrust upward, grinding into his erection as our underwear rubs together.
I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head when he gets to my breasts and savors each one—licking, sucking, teasing, igniting.
My body is a hub of pleasure as he takes his sweet time tasting me and sending my nerves into a frenzy.
“Ty, please…,” I whisper, a moan overriding my words when his fingers inch inside my underwear and quickly find my clit. I lift my hips, scrambling to pull the fabric away as his digits start to dance. He plays a sweet tune on my body, slipping his fingers inside me and working my G-spot like a pro.
“Holy shit,” I murmur, feeling the orgasm building with a force I wasn’t counting on.
It’s too quick! Too soon!
I want this to last all night, but my weak body gives in with only a few more strokes. His mouth suctioned over my nipple isn’t helping either, and I’m soon falling apart, shattering with a series of mewling whimpers.
He smiles against my skin, his fingers still inside me while I buck and strain.
“You like that, Dani Girl?”
“It’s the tits,” I groan, and he starts to laugh, his warm breath hitting my skin.
I snort and giggle with him as he kisses a trail up my body, lightly sucking my neck before capturing my laughter in hismouth. I drink from him, lashing my tongue against his and gripping the back of his shoulders.
His body is covering mine once more, his rock-hard dick resting against me, and the fire I’m feeling for this man is next-level.
My body yearns and pines, my hands shaking with desire and anticipation as I yank his boxer briefs down, just far enough so I can wrap my fingers around his glorious cock and start pumping.
