Dropping to my elbows, I wrap my hand around his come soaked cock and feel him reaching up to look at what I’m doing. As I lap around the velvety head, he slaps my arse with one hand, and the sting has me gasping. He moves at the right time, shoving his cock into my mouth. He’s not completely soft, but he’s not rock hard, either, though he will be.
His tongue curls around my clit, his fingers parting my pussy lips, and he wraps his arms up and under my thighs to pull me down, making it impossible for me to escape. As if I ever would.
Tynan sets our tempo again with his tonguing. I rock my hips as he does too, and I suck him until his dick starts to taste of precome again. Both his hands release, and I get another sharp slap on the arse when I go to sit up. All he was doing, though, was taking us to another, higher peak.
His fingers dig into my cheeks as he holds me where he wants so he can keep licking me out. But it’s pretty obvious he has other plans, and once he’s satisfied that I won’t move an inch, he reaches around and wraps my hair around his fist. We fumble the first time, but like always, we find our way together. With his hand buried in my hair, he manipulates my position, fucking my throat raw.
I try to pull away when the gagging gets too much, but he soothes my panic with his lips and tongue, lavishing my clit until I’m delirious with desire and begging for more. Tynan’s timing is impeccable and he reads me perfectly. When he dips his finger into my arsehole, I open my throat and moan as he slides in as far as he can possibly go.
“Firecracker,” he praises, his lips still locked on my pussy.
The sensation is exquisite, and I never want to leave the place he’s taken us.
He tugs his hand, trying to pull my head up, but I fight against his hold, grinding myself desperately, unashamedly over his face. He’s wound me up, so I have no choice but to chase the crest. Of course he doesn’t fight against me. As soon as I hollow my cheeks and deep throat Tynan again, choking on him, listening to how much he enjoys the sensation himself, I get the final rush I was looking for.
I cry out around his length, my orgasm coming in so viciously, I feel myself squirting into his mouth. He groans,lapping and chasing every drop. His hips start bucking, and I pull him out of my throat so I can work him harder and faster, wanting his come to splash over my lips, so I can forever taste him.
His come coats my tongue, and I lick him clean while he kisses my pussy deeply, leaving me whimpering and oversensitive, lost in a thick, floaty cloud of endorphins.
As we stop moving together, no words are needed. A small kiss on the top of my inner thigh turns into another of his bites, Tynan marking me for the final time.
We both sit up at the same time. His face is pink, his mouth glistening with my come, his eyes heavy-lidded. I fall against him, and he tucks me under his arm, pulling up the blanket as we collapse together in the sated, lazy buzz that making love brings.
I lose track of time listening to Tynan’s heartbeat as it stops racing and settles back to a normal beat. My eyes are starting to shut, and I’m a hundred percent sure I couldn’t move to save myself, and I pretty much don’t when Tynan climbs out from under me.
I watch without speaking, or moving, as he walks around my house, turning lights off, gathering his phone and mine, delivering them to a spot on the bed next to us. Then comes water. The only light on is the small one in the microwave as he heats something up for us. I don’t need to ask what he’s feeling, it’s easier than reading a book in the sunlight.
“Scooch up,” he says, handing me a plate of what he’s heated up.
Racing back to the kitchen, he returns with a gun I never knew he brought. It’s fine, though. I’d murder anyone who interrupted the precious few hours we have left too.
We eat, we whisper about inconsequential things, like my bucket list and his, and then he pulls me up on all fours andmakes love to me with my arse up high and my face in the sheets, where the only thing I can breathe is us.
It’s everything I knew it would be, and I burst into tears again after he kisses my forehead seconds before he disappears out the back door, right as the sun starts to rise.
Chapter Thirty-Six
TALLY
After opening all the windows in the house, turning the AC to freezing and the fans on high, by the time I walk out after a shower, there’s no lingering reminder of last night. Except the hugefuck offvoid hollowing me out, but I’ve lived with that before.
Checking the messages on my phone for the tenth time, I walk back to the mirror to check my clothing choice for morning Mass with Pack O’Connor. Not just the pack I know, but the extended O’Connor family.
My stomach is tied up in anxiety, and I feel like I’m going to pass out.
“For shit’s sake, pull yourself together. You’ve taken down scary motherfuckers before. Going to church will be a breeze.” I jab at my reflection. “Take those earrings out, though. Fucking hell, that’s not you!”
Downstairs, I hear the beeping sound of someone putting their code in, and a moment later, Rafferty calls out. “Tally bug, where are you?”
Putting the pearl earrings down, I do a final check. Nothing is out of place, so I make my way down to meet him.
I guess I wasn’t expecting the cloud of confusion on his face. It feeds my anxiety, and my feet start to drag.
“What’s wrong?” I ask when all he does is stare.
He’s not looking at what I’m wearing, either. All his focus is on me, his eyes searching mine, but I glance away. “How was your night with Ty?”
Keeping my gaze everywhere but at him, I start moving through the house, closing windows. He follows, and without knowing, his sage and sugar scent curls around protectively, helping me calm down from a nuclear Omega meltdown.
