Page 27 of Tyler's Rule


Font Size:

I’d told him as much. “I like eyes on me.”

Tyler tilted his head, and his lips curved once more. This was a purely appreciative stare.

I fished anyway. “A pity look?”

“You’re beautiful.”

Inside, I shimmered. “Stop.”

“Really?”

“No.”

“Then sit up a second.”

I did, positioning myself on my knees. Nothing seductive but on display, the fresh t-shirt I’d borrowed draped over my boobs so their shape was obvious.

“Now watch.”

I followed his direction, shivering with where he’d indicated. His lap.

“Eyes stay there. Give me permission to look at ye. I mean to take a liberty.”

“Granted,” I whispered.

Tyler grazed his heavy focus over me. I felt it almost as if he’d stroked me with velvet.

Under those grey sweats, his dick hardened until it tented the material.

My breathing stuttered. “From just a look?”

He groaned and adjusted his position. “Your voice, your laugh, your eyes, your mind, your perfect body. Given that permission and I’m there. But it’s important for ye to know you’re in no danger from me. Never again will any fucker touch ye without that want on your side, but I can’t hear ye talk about yourself like that and not show how wrong ye are.”

My mouth watered, any fear now fully at bay. “What if I wanted you to touch me?”

“You’re locked in here with me.”

“So?”

“Prisoners can’t consent.”

“Then go unlock the door.”

He exhaled hard, the sound delicious.

To my surprise, I was wet. Needy. The first time I’d considered sex in months. And with the only person I’d considered giving it to for free.

“I’m…” He stopped then tried again. “I’m not trying to fuck ye. Only show the power ye wield.”

“So you aren’t making a move?”

“No. Stop looking at it like that.”

I licked my lips. “You’re underestimating my ability to seduce. I’m a pro, in at least two uses of the word.”

“And ye underestimate my ability to put ye first. Not my dick.”

I pulled my focus to his face, confused. Not only by him but by the strength of want in me. It crashed into the wall I’d constructed against ever having sex again. The fear. The resolve. Tyler wouldn’t hurt me, but sex for fun was something new.