SUNNY
“Alright.”Tyler puts the last of the groceries away. “I have to take a shower. Everyone should be here around eight.” He glances at his watch. “That gives you plenty of time to join me in the shower.” He winks.
“Tyler!” I throw a pillow at him. He chuckles, disappearing up the stairs. I catch a glimpse of his muscled back as he pulls his sweaty shirt off and I groan internally.
A few minutes go by and thoughts flood my mind of Tyler naked in his shower. Thinking about it isn’t nearly as bad as actually doing something about it. I grab the remote and flip through channels in an attempt to distract myself.
When the tv doesn’t suffice, I peer around the house that has basically become my second home. A smile pulls my lips when I see my painting proudly displayed in the living room for all to see. His office door is slightly open, and of all the times I’ve been here, I’ve never been in there. Frankly, I’m not sure I want to.
I toy with a curl, fighting the urge to even the score in whatever match this is we’ve started. Technically, we’re three to one, and I refuse to let him have the upper hand. That’s when I decidethat’s enough of an excuse to toss the remote to the side and make my way up the stairs, following that pull that’s tugging me.
The steam from the hot shower spills through the open doorway like a smoke trail guiding me to my destination. The mirror is fogged and I can see the shadow of Tyler’s naked body through the glass doors of his shower.
You’re just evening the score.
With a deep breath, I open the shower door. I remain dressed to prove my point.
I have a full side profile of him. Every muscle completely on display as water droplets dance down the groves of his body. He runs his hands through his wet hair, slicking it back to give me a perfect view of all the angles that make up his face.
I shut the door with a click, making a smile curve the side of his mouth before he even opens his eyes.
“I’m here to level the playing field. Even our score,” I say.
Finally, he opens his eyes, that smirk never leaving his lips. His scar standing proud whenever he smiles. Before he can say anything, I push him against the wall and lean in so that my lips are a whisper across his. He doesn’t give me the chance to tease when he grips the back of my neck, sinking me deeper into him.
Once I’m able to rip my lips from his and come up for air, I slowly work my way down his neck. His fingers dig into my skin, his jaw flexing as a moan rumbles through his throat.
My lips shamelessly move across his body, relishing the way he feels underneath them. His muscles are carved perfectly from hard work and dedication. Pieces that somehow fit so perfectly with me.
Despite my efforts, he peels my scrub top off. His eyes roam my body as fervently as his hands do. The needy desire of them ignites across my sensitive skin.
My eyes fall to where I feel him pressing against me, so ready for what I’m about to do. When I look up, those emeraldsare staring at me. No longer is he the Tyler from the grocery store, but the one from Halloween night.
A firm hand fists my wet hair, forcing me to my knees. When I look up, I see his labored breaths despite his calm, animalistic eyes.
“Open,” he growls.
He shoves me forward, making my hands slap the shower wall behind him. I open my mouth willingly, ready to make this predator of a man fall to his knees for a woman like me.
I taunt him a bit, using my tongue to write all the words I’ll never say. It doesn’t take long until he is moving my head forward so I’m sucking him in.
Barely halfway, I already feel my gag reflex kicking in. Hissing, he leans his head back as I suction my lips around him.
“Fuck, Sunny,” he growls as his hips thrust deeper into me. He takes his time pushing into me, working me slowly so I can take him fully without resistance.
Tears sting my eyes and streak my face, but the shower masks it. I want him deeper. I want him to fall to his knees because of me. The fire he claims me to be, burning everything that was ever before me, and my flames so harsh that it’ll ruin anything after, too.
My hands claw his thick thighs, drawing blood as he pushes deeper into me. I can feel his body writhe as he inches himself into me, trying to contain the urge I know he has to take me desperately rather than adapt me instead.
“That’s my girl. Taking me so well.Devour me, Sunny.” He pushes more.
I wrap a hand around his base, covering the area I know my mouth simply can’t. His head tilts back against the shower wall while his body trembles at my touch.
Ilovethe power I have over him.
I gently glide my teeth over him, knowing he likes a littlepain with his pleasure. As he lets out a snarl, I feel his body start to tense as his release starts to take over his body.
“Fuck Sunny, fuck!” His thrusts become wild as he fucks my mouth, becoming the Tyler I know he is, taking my mouth with no regard as pleasure starts to possess him.
