Did I think my best friend turned love of my damn life literally sniffing my underwear like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever smelled would incinerate my bones? I did not. But I learn something new every single time I fuck this football god, so good fucking bye and RIP me.Here lies Sophie Sullivan, killed absolutely, completely dead by Tyler Hansley and the filthiest fucking sex move of all time.
Dropping the underwear to the floor, Tyler falls to his knees in front of me, pushing my legs apart and staring down at the place where I’m dripping for him. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, bending to kiss the inside of my thigh, his lips dragging higher and higher as his thumbs trace the crease of my leg.
“Fuck,” I cry out, my hips rocketing off the bed as his lips meet my clit. Tyler immediately presses his hand to my stomach, holding me in place as his tongue traces a lazy path through my slit, flicking my clit before sucking it into his mouth, making stars burst behind my eyes. “That feels so goddamn good.” I gasp, the pleasure slamming into me so fast my hands fly down to grip Tyler’s hair so I don’t levitate off the bed.
“You taste so goddamn good,” Tyler says against my skin, and the vibration of his words has me close to coming entirely undone. Then he dips his head and devours me, taking me in rough strokes of his tongue through my slit and the pulse of his lips around my clit, his tongue dipping inside me over and over until I think I might go insane. He adds his fingers, two of them circling my entrance before slipping inside, his tongue flicking my clit in a rhythm that makes me crazy with need.
“Holyshit, don’t stop,” I grit out, letting out a frustrated noise when I try to grind up against his face, but I can’t move with the way his hand is still pressing me down.
“Never,” Tyler mumbles, curling his fingers up and smilingagainst me when I let out a garbled scream. “I’ll never fucking stop.”
Tyler strokes me from the inside as he licks my clit, his fingers and tongue moving in the same mind-bending rhythm, and when he wraps his lips against my clit and sucks, moaning against me, he hurls me straight over the edge.
My head spins as I come, my breath clogging in my lungs as my mind fractures into a million pieces. I spin through the vortex of pleasure, needy whimpers reaching the edges of my consciousness, and it takes me a few seconds to realize the sounds are coming from me. Tyler slows his fingers, lightens the pressure of his tongue, sticking with me as I come slowly back to myself.
When I glance down, my eyes meet Tyler’s andholy shit. His lips are shiny with my arousal and his hair is a mess from my hands. The mix of wonder and awe on his perfect face as he stares at me has my ebbing pleasure turning to a needy, pulsing want.
“That was… You are…” Tyler shakes his head, as if to clear it. “Fuck, Sophie,” he says, standing up and stripping off his shirt. “I need to be inside you.”
I smirk at him, spreading my legs farther apart. “Then get inside me, football guy.” Tyler grins at me—the reminder of where this all began. Then he shoves his pants and boxers down and frees his erection, wrapping his hand around it and stroking from base to the swollen, leaking tip. “I dreamed about you last night,” he says, crawling over me until we’re face to face. He wraps a hand around my throat and dips his head, kissing me with a deep, firm thrust of his tongue.
“What did you dream about?” I manage, tangling my fingers in his hair and bringing his mouth back to mine.
Dropping his hips, he rocks against me, his cock pulsing as it slides through my slit. “I dreamed about being with you, just like this.” He reaches up and takes one of my hands, winding our fingers together and pressing our joined hands to the bed rightnext to my head. “You under me, watching as I slid inside you, as I fucked you like you were mine. Because you are, Sophie.” He rocks his hips, and when his cock slides over my entrance, we both moan. “You’re fucking mine.”
“Show me,” I say, reaching between us and wrapping my free hand around his cock, guiding him to me.
Tyler’s eyes darken and swim with heat, and then he tilts his hips forward, pushing inside me slowly. Pulling back and pushing in again. And again. Slowly. So, so slowly I’m practically wild with need. His arms tremble with the force of his restraint, and when a bead of sweat slides down his temple, I lift up to lick it off, whispering, “Please show me, Tyler,” into his ear.
The sexiest whimper I’ve ever heard falls from Tyler’s lips as he pushes into me with so much force it steals my breath, pleasure coiling tight in my belly as he bottoms out inside me.
“Fuck, baby,” he bites out, pulling back and pushing forward again, groaning a second time when I lift my hips to meet his thrust with one of my own. “You feel incredible all wrapped around me. So warm and wet and tight andgod, I love you. I fucking love you, and I love fucking you, and you are fucking everything.”
Words spill out of Tyler’s mouth as the tempo of his hips speeds up until he’s fucking me in the most perfect rhythm, our bodies moving together, hearts beating together as if we’re one, made exactly for this moment and for each other. Tyler drops his mouth to mine as we move, our lips crashing together in a wet, messy tangle, breaths and moans mingling as a needy ache of pleasure builds in my core.
Tyler fucks me like he was born to do exactly this, hips snapping into mine, body rolling in a way that hits my clit with every thrust, my pleasure winding higher and higher until I’m positive I’m not going to survive the fall.
“I can feel it,” Tyler grits out, his lips close to my ear, tongue flicking that spot that makes me gasp. “I can feel you about tocome around me. Perfect cunt taking me so fucking well,” he mutters. “I could live between these legs.”
His words push me closer to the edge and god, he’s everywhere. His fingers laced with mine and his lips covering every inch of bare skin he can reach. His free hand roams my body as he drives into me in a mind-meltingly perfect rhythm. And when he slides that arm underneath me, holding me firmly against his thrusts, I tremble and pant, my body screaming for release. “It’s so good,” I manage, practically out of my mind with need. “It’s never been like this.”
“It’s good because it’s you and me, Sophie, and it will always be like this,” Tyler rasps, holding me tighter against him. “Every. Single. Time. Now come for me, baby. Please,” he begs, his eyes boring into mine. He angles his hips, hitting a spot inside me I didn’t know existed, and it sends me straight off a cliff. The orgasm is terrifying in its intensity, my entire body shaking as I fight to keep my eyes open and locked on Tyler’s. I barrel through the haze of pleasure, anchored to earth only by the reverent look in his dark eyes as he watches me, the tightness of his jaw and the sweat on his brow as he holds tightly to his control.
“Again,” he orders, pulling out of me suddenly and flipping me over, yanking me up to my hands and knees, my ass in the air, covering my body with his. His chest presses to my back, hot skin to hot skin, one arm snaking below me to wrap around my middle. “You are so beautiful when you come for me,” he murmurs, trailing a line of kisses over my shoulders and rocking his hips forward, his cock sliding through my slit and our moans mingling. “I want to see it again, and this time, I want you to take me with you.”
Without warning, he pulls back, and in a single breath, he fills me completely.
“Oh my god,” I cry out, my fingers twisting into the comforter as his hips grind against my ass, his cock dragging over my inner walls. I arch my back against the onslaught ofpleasure, and Tyler hisses out a breath, his lips latching onto my shoulder and sucking hard.
“Motherfucker,” he grits out, pausing for a beat before he starts to move, his hips slapping the back of my legs and his arm locked around my middle as he takes me in rough thrusts. “You feel so fucking good, baby. Like you were made for me. I’ll never get enough of this. Of you. Of us together, like this and in every other way. You.”Thrust. “Are.”Thrust. “Fucking.”Thrust. “Perfect.”
The second the last word leaves his lips, Tyler hauls me up so we’re both kneeling on the bed. The hand splayed around my middle slides up until he collars my throat, his other hand dropping down to where we’re joined. “Perfect,” he mutters again, sliding his nose up the column of my neck and sucking the spot behind my ear as he starts to move again. “So fucking perfect for me. I never want this to end. I want to stay buried inside you, so deep you can feel me in your fucking throat. So when I come inside you, you’ll never forget you’re mine.”
His words are filthy, the sounds of our bodies slapping together obscene, and the whole thing is so outrageously hot I have no idea how I’m still among the living. Reaching behind me, I wrap my hand around the back of Tyler’s thigh, digging my fingernails into his skin to hold him to me. And when he covers my hand with his own, his fingers finding the empty spaces between mine, the sweet gesture in the middle of the hottest moment of my entire life sends heat spiraling through me. “I’ll never forget.” My lips brush his as I speak. “I couldn’t. We belong to each other now.”
As Tyler snaps his hips into mine, I slam my mouth to his, our tongues meeting instantly, sliding together in a rhythm that mimics the way our bodies roll together in perfect sync. A wet, messy clash of teeth and tongues as he fucks me in sharp thrusts that have pleasure arrowing through me, my body climbing towards another peak so fast it makes my head spin. And I knowTyler is right there with me, his legs trembling and his breaths coming in panting gasps.
“So close,” Tyler mutters against my lips. “I’m so fucking close. Need you with me. Always, always need you with me, Soph.”
