“Killing me,” he muttered, rolling me onto my stomach.
I gasped, my eyes flying open in the dark as he rolled right along with me, pinning me down. He braced those strong arms of his on either side of me and blanketed me from shoulder to ankles with his hard body, holding me in place.
Oh, God.
This wasn’t a dream at all.
Tyson’s thick shaft—rock hard and hot as sin the way it always got when I was pleasing him—pressed against the backs of my thighs, inescapably real, and my face was smooshed right into a pillow that smelled exactly like him… because I wasn’t in my bed, I was inhis, and it was so,somuch better than a dirty dream, because it meant that Tyson was really here, too.
And even better—well, not “better,” but stillohmygodthankgod—I could finally push my thing against the mattress like I so desperately needed. I could finally get some pressure against it. Something to rub against. Something to… to…
“You’re so hot for it, aren’t you, baby?” Tyson whispered in my ear. “Got yourself all worked up, moaning and begging for it in your sleep. You need to come so bad right now, don’t you, dirty boy?”
“Y-y-yes,” I stuttered out, gasping with pleasure as my hips started moving all on their own, rocking against the bed as much as I could… which wasn’t much, not with all Tyson’s weight on top of me.
But it still felt good.
So,sogood.
So incredibly good that I was going to… I was close to getting… I just needed… I needed...
All of a sudden I realized what I was doing, how shameless I was being, and went still, anxiety flooding through me. Oh, God. What must Tyson think of me? Would he… would he be mad? He’d called me a dirty boy, and Iwas. He liked me to be good, though. He liked—
“Oh, hell no. Don’t stop now,” he said, voice all deliciously growly as he cut through all my anxious thoughts and pulled me back to him.
He shifted his weight so he could grab onto my hip, forcing me to roll my thing against the bed again, and—ohgodohgodohgod—it feltso good, even better than when I just did it myself. It wasn’t just the friction I needed so bad, though, it was everything. Tyson. Just…him.
I loved being held in place and the sexy, secure feeling of having him on top of me.
I loved it when he took over and took charge; when he made me do the dirty things I shouldn’t; when he made itokayto do them, because it could never be wrong to do what he wanted when pleasing him felt so right.
And I lovedhim—of course I did and I had for so long, even before he’d ever noticed me like this—but I knew that loving him didn’t mean I got to hold onto him, so I wasn’t going to let myself think too hard about it right now, not when everything else was so close to perfect and leaving him the way I’d have to soon was probably going to break my heart.
Instead, I dug my fingers into the mattress, sobbing a little because the good feelings were rushing through me so fast as he pushed my hips against it, over and over—my thing wasthrobbingand I was already so close to making a mess I didn’t know if I could stand it—and then, even when he stopped rolling me forward, I kept going. I humped against the bed even harder, even faster, chasing what I needed because I needed itdesperately.
“That’s it,” Tyson growled in my ear. “Show me, baby. Fuck my mattress with that eager little dick of yours. Let me see exactly how you do it when you’re all alone and know you’re being bad.”
“Tyson,” I gasped, a hot, dizzying mix of embarrassment and excitement rocking through me. He was right. Ididknow it was bad—so perfectly, deliciously bad—and hearing him say it like that, like being bad wasgood, almost made me explode right there.
“Right here, baby,” he said, matching my movement by rolling his hips against my bottom.
Oh my…God. His thick shaft flexed so that the head bumped against my sac from behind and I gasped at the spike of pleasure it sent rocketing through me. I tightened my thighs around him, wanting more and forgetting to censor myself as words tumbled out of me. “More.God. Please! Don’t stop, Tyson. Don’t… don’t go. Don’t leave me.”
Except I was the one who would have to leave, in just a few weeks.
“Not going anywhere, sweetness,” he promised with a low, rumbling laugh. And then, his voice laced with heat, “Now show me how you get yourself off when you’re thinking of me, Sean. I want to see just how dirty you are, baby. All those times you were alone in the middle of the night, grinding yourself against your mattress and wishing I was there to do it for you.”
I trembled, my whole body wracked with the need to be good for him and do it because he’d told me to… but oh, God. I… I couldn’t. Not when he spelled it out like that and made me think about just how bad I’d really been.
What if he thought I wastoodirty?
I whimpered, shaking my head ever so slightly.
Tyson rolled his hips on top of me again, pressing the head of his shaft even more firmly between my legs, stabbing it right up behind my sac and hitting that spot again that… that… oh my…God. He did it again, and fireworks exploded behind my eyes.
“I know you didn’t just try to say no, did you, baby?” he whispered, his voice filtering slowly to my brain through a haze of arousal that made it hard to think. “I know you want to be good. You want to give me whatever I want, don’t you? Do whatever I tell you to?”
“Yessssssssss,” I moaned, grinding my hips into the mattress again because his words… the weight of him… the hot, sexy feelings he woke up inside me… all of them rolled over my worries and obliterated them until the only thing that existed was my need to please him.
