My breathing came hard. “Take off my underwear.”
Tyler twisted a finger in one side and drew them down my legs. Cool air touched where I was so wet for him. Still a surprise to me but one I was loving getting used to.
I sank to my heels. With my knees together, I splayed my hands on his thighs and grazed up, then kissed the underside of the hefty dick bobbing for my attention.
“Ye don’t—” His words broke and cracked when I licked up his shaft with the flat of my tongue.
I really did. I’d been thinking about this. Blowing him. Making him crazy. Once, I’d given Cassie a lesson in blow jobs after she’d asked for help. Then, I’d acted the professional, glad to help her on her journey. Now felt so different.
I cared so much about Tyler. I needed him wild.
I encased the head of his dick in my mouth and sucked him down. His hand came up as if to tangle in my hair, but he stopped it and made a fist. I came off him.
“Grab my hair. Show me how hard you want this.”
He raked his fingers over my scalp, still only gently, but it thrilled me.
I took him in my hand and jerked him a couple of times then returned to my task. Teasing, sliding him in and out of my lips. With my free hand, I glided lower to his balls. Played with them. Grazed my knuckles on the space between.
Under my actions, Tyler got so hard, he could’ve been made of steel. I tormented every ridge, let him wind down then built him up again. He panted, tensed up so his thigh muscles were rocks either side of my body.
At no point did he clamp hard on me. But he managed to grit out a request.
“Touch yourself.”
I came off him, breathing hard, then spread my knees. He watched with avid attention, his gaze flaring when my fingers met my slick centre. I felt his reaction as much as I did my own touch. I wanted him so turned on he felt the same. I arched onto one hand, showing him what I was doing, then came back to his lap. Swallowed his dick while I stroked myself off.
Tyler palmed my head again but only to guide me away. “Ye have to stop.”
Success flushed me hot. I’d got him close.
He helped me stand. I straddled him and ground down, riding the ridge where his dick slipped between my thighs and bumped my clit. Almost exactly where I wanted him, but not inside. He had to do that.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Dixie.” It was strained, not a warning anymore.
I kissed him, no longer careful but deep and demanding. I bit his lower lip and soothed it with my tongue. I wanted him wrecked. I wanted him gone.
His hands drove up my thighs without permission.
God, that tiny action. At last, a take.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rough as gravel.
I didn’t.
His restraint frayed, fingers digging into my hips, and he dragged me down against him. The kiss turned hungry, urgent, his control slipping in sharp, uneven edges.
Yes.I moved faster. Adjusted so the tip of him lodged at my entrance.
Tyler gritted out, “Ye want me.”
“Every part. Every. Single. Drop.”
He surged forward suddenly, flipping us so I hit the mattress with a soft gasp. His weight hovered over me, forearms braced, breath ragged.
His eyes were dark. Dangerous.
There it was.
