“Use your words, Sunny.”
It’s so wrong, so wrong to say yes, but I want to so fucking badly. Before I can say anything, the word comes out breathy, desperate, and needy. “Yes.”
One simple tug and the draw strings of my scrubs snap. He doesn't even bother trying to untie them.
“Can younotruin my clothes?” I seethe.
“What fun would that be?” He chuckles while his hand slips through my waistband. His finger traces along me, feeling the embarrassing wetness there, making my body shudder. He pulls his hand out to examine his fingers now glistening with my arousal and tsks.
“Just as I thought—your body won’t lie to me.” He sucks his fingers clean and slips them back in my pants, creating soft, pressured circles on my clit.
My legs shake as need and desire build in me. He pushes two fingers inside me, making my knees buckle. I let out a small cry, trying to move myself but he has me pinned so firmly to the wall I can’t do anything but stand here and take what he gives me.
His body covers mine, making it to where no one can see even if they tried. The green of his eye is stark against the hollowed skull paint. Such heavy desire as he watches what simply his fingers do to me. My heart rate climbs and my breathing becomes erratic when he starts using his palm as intricate friction against me. A moan slips from my mouth unwillingly as he curls his fingers in me just right.
“Shh. You are for my ears and eyes only,” he says.
“Tyler…I’m…” But the words get jumbled in a mess of soft moans.
“I know baby, I know,” he murmurs. “Now be a good girl and cum all over my fingers before someone finds us here. We don’t need any more casualties tonight than there already have been.”
I don’t even have time to let what he admits register because he kisses my neck, my collarbone, and my scar as his hand works intricately on me. My knees weaken again. The moans coming from me are silenced by his hand wrapping around my mouth, pulling me flush to his front. I completely disintegrate from the fire that ignites in me.
“That’s my girl,” he praises.
Once I come down from the high, my body slumps back into his. Slowly he removes his hand from me, bringing his clearly soaked fingers to his mouth again with a groan. He spins me around and tugs me close so our bodies are practically one.
“Now taste how fucking good you are.” He grabs the back ofmy neck and pulls me to his lips. There is nothing gentle about any of it.
He doesn’t waste time asking for entrance to my mouth as his tongue pushes past my lips, exploring in ways that make me let out an unintentional moan.
His chest moves up and down in erratic breaths. Seeing him so undone like this only fuels that growing power in me. So much so, I finally gain control of my wobbly legs and press myself into him.
Our bodies mold and melt into one another like two pieces of metal being liquefied by the fiery intensity between us. I wonder if we'll ever be able to separate ourselves. If we go any further, I know he won’t let us be anything other than us. I try to push off of him but his grip on me only tightens with a low rumble leaving his chest.
“Tyler,” I growl, finally shoving him off because if I don’t this will go beyond anything we can recover from.
He stands tall, the hoodie still hanging over his head and the skull paint not even slightly out of place from our lips. The black hollow eye and human eye stare a hole into me while his chest moves up and down, much like my own.
It’s in this moment as death stares me in the face I truly see how much power he has over people.
“Sunny,” he grits out, stalking towards me.
Through my ragged breaths, I raise a hand up. He halts in his tracks, listening to my command. A low snarl bares his teeth as he rolls his neck, working out the sexual frustration coursing through his body. I almost smile, but think better of it.
“Tyler, why did you bring me up here?” I ask, bringing my arms to myself, rubbing away the cold now that the flames inside my body have died down.
He pulls the hoodie over his head, his t-shirt underneath getting caught and exposing the defined V and abs underneath.He closes the space between us as he shoves the hoodie over my head before I can protest.
Considerate Tyler.
“You shouldn’t get involved with a guy like Connor.” He takes a step back from me, creating the distance I asked for. Giving me the respect Ryan never did.
“Oh? Who should I be getting involved with, then?”
We can’t do this. We can’t be jealous.
He pinches the bridge of his nose and runs a hand through his hair, threading them behind his neck. “I don’t want you getting involved in anyone that isn’t me.”
