She wanted to give him what he asked for. She really did, but with him standing there like that… His black shirt hanging loosely over his chest. Her eyes moved down his long, muscled torso to the bulge in his jeans. Yeah, she had other plans.
She closed the gap between them, her mouth closing over the lickable spot on his neck. She kept going lower down his chest, her teeth grazing his nipple, then down his taut stomach until she found herself on her knees in front of him. She tugged down his jeans and boxers just a little and looked up at him. Breath heavy, eyes hungry, he was gripping onto that doorframe. She smiled and licked her lips, allowing his anxiousness to build. She ran her tongue over his tip, keeping her eyes locked on his. His jaw was tight, his face heated with anticipation.
“Don’t toy with me, Jordan.”
He was a man on the edge and she wanted to push him over. Her mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking hard. His whole body stiffened, every muscle flexing on his abs. After that, she let the deep groans guide her pace and pressure. It barely lasted two minutes before he hoisted her back up.
“I said,” he whispered breathlessly, “I want all of itoff.”
She took a few steps back and undid the knot in the front of her blue checkered shirt. Her hands moved slowly as she pulled it off her shoulders. His brown eyes were ablaze, burningwith lust and when she took off her bra, his jaw clenched. He was having a really hard time keeping himself composed. Her thumbs hooked into her denim skirt.
“Wait.” The sexiest grin lifted the corners of his mouth. “That stays on.” He took a few steps towards her and then stopped dead. “Uh…we should discuss a few things.”
Her eyes widened and her brows creased. He couldn’t be serious. “Now, Tyler?”
“It’s only three things and it’s important.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay. One?”
“I wasn’t…expecting this and I’m not in the habit of carrying around condoms.”
“I’m on the pill. Two?”
“Any boundaries, any…hard limits I should know about?”
“No pet names.” Her hands moved under her skirt, catching her panties and shimmying them down and over her cowboy boots. “Other than that…” She sat on the bed and spread her legs. “…I’m open for anything else.”
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus.” A tight fist went to his mouth and he bit into his knuckle.
She smiled, loving the way he was unravelling in front of her. “Three?”
“I forget.”
He was on her faster than a fat kid on cake. He ripped his shirt off and his hand immediately went between her thighs, fingers thrusting inside her. She moaned, feeling more hot, more dizzy, unsure if it was the effects of the alcohol or if she was just getting drunk on Tyler. She wanted more. She was ready for more. This was months of coiling tighter and tighter with frustration and she wanted more than just his hand.
“Fuck foreplay.” She pushed him onto his back and tugged his jeans down a little further. “I can’t wait.”
She straddled his hips and positioned herself on top of him. He lifted her skirt and watched with bated breath as she lowered herself. Soft whimpers left her lips as she slowly took him into her. Thick and hard, he filled her completely. She allowed herself a few seconds to adjust to the length inside her before she began to move.
He sat up, gripped her hips and began rocking her against him, dragging her off slow and sliding her on hard. It was gradual, but he picked up the pace, moving her hips faster, with more urgency. Fevered breathing hot on her skin, low groans against her ear and when he bent down and took a nipple into his mouth, she fucking burst, orgasm ripping straight through her. She arched her back and twisted her fingers in his hair, keeping him in place until she felt the last wave of pleasure.
He waited for her to come down from her high and when she opened her eyes, she encountered another sexy grin. “Just keep it coming.”
He meant that literally. He began moving her hips again, same pace, same rhythm, same intensity. It didn’t take long for the second orgasm to ripple through her body. That one…that one made her scream.
She pushed him back against the bed and bit his lip. His one hand was on her back, pressing her breasts against him, the other started moving her hips again, guiding her up and down the length of him. Their damp bodies glided against each other as the pressure built. After she climaxed again, she dropped off him and collapsed onto the bed completely spent.
His big body moved over hers. “I’m not done yet.”
“Tyler…I don’t…I don’t think I can take any more.”
“Sure, you can.” He spread her legs and she was so wet, he slid easily inside her. “Come for me one more time, Jordan.”
His hand moved between their bodies, massaging her clit as he began to thrust. It was a strange feeling. She was numb yetshe still felt everything. Her body was satisfied yet still craving more. Fast and forceful, he hit against her, keeping his fervid brown eyes fixed on her and when orgasm number four struck, she didn’t even have the strength to scream. She just gripped the sheets, holding her breath as it washed over her. He joined her over the edge this time, a deep groan rumbling in his throat as he came inside her.
He fell against her, heavy and heaving. After a few seconds, he dropped onto the bed beside her and tried to catch his breath.
“Well, fuck me,” she said with a satisfied sigh as she stared up at the ceiling.
