I licked my lips and stared up at the way the shadows made Tyler scary, and my cock pulsed with the need to be touched. Maybe considerate wasn’t what I wanted.
“I’m not really prepared with everything we need,” I said into the quietness, disturbing the tense mood that had settled over us. I nervously gripped the zipper of my jacket and slid it down until the fabric parted. Tyler’s gaze dropped and my skin flashed hot. I’d only removed one layer between us, and he stared as if I was naked.
“No problem.” Tyler tugged a dark square out of an inner pocket of his leather jacket and tossed it down on the nearby coffee table in front of my couch. He glanced around the room, but there wasn’t much to see; I lived a simple life. I had a small TV on a low table I’d rescued from the recycling, a couch, and a lamp in the corner that was off. He turned his attention back to me after the quick perusal. “Do you have lube?”
Nodding, I almost ran across the room to my bedroom to snatch the lube bottle from the secret spot where I tucked it between my mattress and the bedsprings, a habit I’d never broken from when I still lived with my mother. She would have done… I didn’t evenknowwhat if she’d found anything sexual in her house. With the bottle clutched in my hand, I stood in my bedroom doorway and stared out at Tyler in the living room. He paced over to the corner and turned on the lamp. The warm, golden glow dispelled the shadows that had turned him into a creature of the night.
He’d picked up the condom and stared at it like it held all the answers in the universe. He was probably checking to make sure the stupid thing wasn’t expired, but the pensive expression he wore had me taking a deep breath and made me feel a little better. He seemed like he was thinking about what we were planning to do, and for God’s sake one of us should, because I was listening to my cock for the first time in my life.
Tyler’s brows furrowed.
He talked a good game, but maybe he was already as entangled in this brewing, potential relationship as I was? Yeah, maybe the cockroaches I set traps for in my kitchen would put on dresses and form a conga line, too.Very doubtful.
“Hey.” I shuffled out into the living room with the lube.
“You seem like a sweet guy.” He glanced up at me.
“Okay,” I said carefully.
“I don’t want to hurt your feelings.” He tapped the condom against his fingertips and glanced down at it. I walked over to him and the fidgeting stopped. I tugged on the shoulder of his coat, and he wasted no time, slipping his arms free and dumping the leather on the floor.
“Good. I’m glad you don’t want to upset me.” The terrible wound I’d noticed earlier—which was well on its way to healing—ran from one side of his left forearm to the other. I bent and kissed around the mark. Tyler jerked his arm away and left me stunned as he paced across the room. With a small spin, he turned, flopped down, and sprawled on the middle of the couch like he was a king. He moved his legs apart and planted his feet. I’d never seen such a sexual move in my life. His hard-on bulged against the material of his jeans, on display.
My stomach knotted with heat as I stalked over to join him. My knees bumped against the front of the couch between his legs. Leaning forward, I softly pressed my lips to his. His scent, a masculine musk, had my head whirling. I shrugged off my jacket and let it fall, but I thought maybe it landed on the coffee table instead of the floor. He clamped a hand to the nape of my neck and pressed his tongue between my lips. My knees shook and my groin strained. He didn’t exactly let me go, but he allowed me to lean back. While he watched, I teased along the hem of my sweater with my fingers.
“Do it,” he said.
My face burned as I lifted the fabric and pulled the top up and off, then tossed it on the floor.
“Thought I might need to help with that,” he said.
Does he sound disappointed?I sucked in a deep breath while he skimmed his big hand across my abs and stopped to swirl his fingertips around my belly button. “Why?”
He cleared his throat and tapped my unhelpful hand.
I laughed. “The hand’s been this way my whole life. I would be in a sad state if I couldn’t figure out how to get dressed and undressed on my own.” I almost fell as I attempted to straddle him, and in the end, it was his sturdy hands on my hips holding me steady that kept me upright. “You’re not going to throw yourself on the floor in embarrassment? Act like you made a grave error in drawing attention to my hand?”
“Nope.” He shrugged. “I didn’t think before I spoke, but if you’re looking for that sort of putz, you’re in the wrong place.”
“You’re not going to apologize?” I studied his rough face, and the corner of his lips kicked up in a smile.
“Do you want me to?” He gave me an over-the-top scowl that seemed like he was teasing. My heart fluttered.
“Not really, but I don’t have anything else to hold over your head—convince you to wreck me in wicked and inappropriate ways, I would be too embarrassed to share with my friends.”
He laughed and tugged me down tight to his body. The lump under my ass was large and definitely counted aswicked. “You’ve got some attitude. I like that.” He leaned back and rested his head on the couch.
Taking my time, I kissed over his cheek and down along his jaw. He tensed and held perfectly still as I explored his stubbled chin with my lips, the hair creating a soft burn against my skin. I roamed my mouth up along the other side of his face until I kissed his temple. My stomach quivered as I leaned against Tyler, moaning at the pleasant tension that twisted through me. My cock pressed against his belly and the pressure from my body weight was so different from the sensations I got stroking myself late at night, alone in my bed. I rocked backward, grinding on his cock, and could only think about how close he was to my hole—except for our clothing. With a pleasant shiver, I rutted forward again.
Tyler grabbed my chin tight enough that I hissed with pain while he tilted my head back. He licked along my neck, laving his warm, wet tongue in a swirly pattern. It took me a second to register he was likely tracing the edge of the bruises on my skin. He stopped to suck under my jaw and the sensation hurt, but in a way that had my cock throbbing. I shuddered, and a low whine escaped me as he put a hand on my back, keeping me tight to his body while he continued to kiss, suck, and lick along the column of my throat. He put his lips around my Adam’s apple, drawing on it like it was a different part of my body altogether, and I swirled my hips, bucking against his tight abs. Frantic pleasure streaked through my gut. I whined and couldn’t stop the sound. My boxers were getting sticky, precum making the fabric damp on my cockhead. I wanted out of my pants but not badly enough to stop.
“Shit, I’m convincing him you’re perfect,” Tyler whispered.
“What?” I asked with a laugh. Had I heard him right? Couldn’t have. That didn’t make sense.
He hummed. “I mean, you’re convincing me you’re perfect.”
Tyler moved fast and stood with me in his arms. I gasped and clung, but he chuckled and carried me a few steps so he could dump me over the arm of the couch. It hurt a little to be dropped, but then he dragged me backward so I was resting on my front and my ass was high in the air. He pressed his clothed cock tight to my ass and humped there, like he couldn’t stand to wait a second longer—not even to undress.
