Relentless Liberation

by Fine, L. J.

  This was where it started to feel a little daunting. He was so big she knew she would never get all of him in her mouth, but she was damn sure going to try. And just because she had never done this before didn’t mean that she hadn’t read about it, fantasized about doing this to him specifically.

  Going on instinct, she wrapped her hand around this thick base. There was a bead of pre-cum leaking from his tip that she needed to taste. Almost before she realized she had done it, her tongue darted out to catch that tempting bead and tongue the slit at the tip of his dick. His salty-sweet flavor overwhelmed her and she knew instantly it was something she could easily become addicted to.

  “Fuck, baby, put your mouth on me.” Tyler groaned, cupping her jaw as she slid the tip of him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around on the underside of the sensitive head and his hips jerked, pushing him a little deeper.

  His fingers tightened in her hair. “More. Take more, honey.” He pushed farther into her until he was at the back of her throat. It was almost too much and she started to gag when he pulled back a bit. “Easy. Just relax your throat, baby, swallow it down nice and easy.”

  Thinking back to all the times she read about this in those erotic romances she had become so fond of lately, she took a deep breath through her nose and swallowed around his length. She was able to take him into the back of her throat and when he growled out his approval, a new rush of moisture flooded her pussy.

  She took a second to get used to the way this felt before she pulled back on him, sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks. His head fell back against the bed as an unintelligible sound left his throat.

  “Uh…yeah, suck my cock, just like that.” He began thrusting into her mouth, but he was good. Still cognizant enough to pull back if she made any protests and not going so deep as to trigger her gag reflex.

  Once she got into the rhythm, she started to twist her hand up and down the length of him that she couldn’t reach with her mouth. With her free hand, she cupped his balls then began to gently massage them and he bucked against her and let out a long, animalistic growl.

  “Oh fuck, Mina, I’m gonna come.” His hand in her hair held her in place and the thrill of his forcefulness shot straight through her. “You wanna taste it, huh?”

  Oh God, she did, and could only moan around him to let him know she wanted it. Good for her he had no problems reading her mind.

  “Yeah, you do. You’re so greedy, baby. You’re gonna swallow it all down. Every last fucking drop.”

  She couldn’t help it, the dirty way he spoke to her just did something to her. The vibration of her groan around his shaft had him trembling and he pulled her head back so that she just focused on the tip.

  “Use your teeth on me.” The demand was guttural. “I wanna feel it.”

  Not wanting to hurt him, she lightly grazed her teeth over that sensitive tip before sucking hard, practically begging for him to let go into her mouth.

  And he gave her what she wanted. He gritted his teeth and his head dropped back once again on a rough groan while he started to spurt onto her tongue. It surprised her how much she liked his taste. It was like everything else about him—it just hit her the right way. She lapped at him, wanting to get it all, loving the way it made him moan when he caught her doing it.

  When at last it was over, he hauled her up next to him once again and hungrily took her mouth. The thought that he probably tasted himself on her lips sent a sizzle down her nerve endings, landing deep within her pussy. She never knew it could be like this with anyone.

  Yeah, she read a lot of books, but she always figured fiction took a lot of romantic license that just didn’t correlate with reality. But this, what she and Tyler had done in the last twenty-four hours, far surpassed any reality she could have imagined.

  “You’re an incredibly fast learner.” Tyler looked down at her with hooded, satisfied eyes.

  Heat suffused her cheeks and once again she studied the strong column of his throat, not quite able to meet his eyes. “I told you, I read a lot.”

  “Wasn’t a criticism.” He kissed her chin, then her jaw and around the corners of her mouth. “You don’t know how hot it makes me to know that you’ve never done that before.” His hands began to wander over her body, once again hooking her leg over his, spreading her to his touch.

  As he tenderly kissed her lips, his fingers scissored over the outer lips of her cunt. “I’m the only one who’s ever fucked your sweet mouth.”

  The low rumble of his voice as he touched her so intimately, made her feel raw, like what he was doing was deliciously dirty. So fucking hot.

  His wicked fingers spread her lips and started running slow, lazy circles over her clit. “Just thinking about it is gonna get me hard again.”

  She let out a strangled whimper when his fingers moved lower, rimming her opening a few times before moving back up to her clit, getting it nice and wet from her juices.

  “You get so wet for me, Mina.” He lightly kissed her lips. “I love it.”

  “Tyler,” she groaned, seeking his tormenting fingers with her hips.

  “What, baby?” He kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Tell me what you want.” He sank his middle finger into her up to the first knuckle, and then slowly pulled it back out. It was driving her crazy.

  “I want your fingers inside me.” Somehow she managed to get the words past her lips and was glad of it when he complied, thrusting two thick fingers into her pussy.

  “Like that? That what you want?”

  “Uhn…fuck me, Tyler,” she panted and again he complied, hooking his fingers and roughly thrusting in and out of her sopping pussy.

  “Am I the first person to touch you like this?” He added his thumb to the play, rubbing her clit in time to his thrusts. “The first person to make you come apart like this?”

  Narrowing her eyes to lust-filled slits, she could only bite her lip and nod. His fingers were moving faster and harder now, her hips rushing forward to meet them.

  “Are you close, baby?” He whispered wickedly against her lips. “Are you gonna keep watching me while you come on my fingers?”

  “Yes,” she groaned. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

  “Yeah, that’s it. Come for me, Mina. You look so fucking beautiful when you come.”

  His words, along with the raw look in his eyes were what did it, pushed her over the edge and had her calling out his name. The explosion rocked her from the inside out and she clung to him, her anchor through it all.

  When she came back down to herself he smiled and kissed her lips. “I hope you didn’t have any plans today, baby. ’Cause we aren’t leaving this bed anytime soon.”

  She giggled as he rolled over her and covered her mouth with his, the thunder rolling softly outside blocking out the rest of the world.

  Chapter Nine

  It wasn’t even dinnertime yet but Abel’s was packed when Mina walked in. Standing on her tiptoes, she swiveled first left, then right, searching for Tyler through the gaps between the people around her. No luck. She sank back onto her heels and tried the old-fashioned approach of wiggling her way up to the bar.

  Just thinking about seeing him set her heart to racing but for a much different reason than it used to when they first met. Much to her delight, Tyler had been right that first morning. They didn’t make it out of bed the rest of the day. Or a good portion of the following day either. In fact, over the last three weeks about eighty-five percent of the time they hung out they ended up back between the sheets.

  Mina shivered at the memories, at the things he taught her. She loved every single dirty, sweaty minute of it.

  But their work schedules hadn’t coincided so she hadn’t seen him for a few days. She hadn’t even been able to make it to the fight last night. Talking to him on the phone when they could steal a few minutes every day just didn’t cut it. She needed to see him, couldn’t wait to touch him.

  When he invited her to meet him at the bar before taking
her out to dinner, she didn’t think the place would be so crowded. A drink before dinner on a Wednesday night must be a favorite pastime of the townies. But the excitement bubbling up inside her in anticipation of seeing him superseded her aversion to crowds.

  She made it about halfway to the bar when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind, effectively stopping her.

  “Looking for someone, baby?” Tyler’s low voice in her ear sent goose bumps along her skin.

  Turning her head she grazed his lips with hers. “I think he just found me.”

  A growl rumbled out of him before he deepened the kiss. Mindful of the bar full of people around them, she gently pulled away to turn in his arms and got a good glimpse of his face. She winced before she could stop herself.

  A black bruise covered his slightly swollen right eye and the opposite cheek had a nasty cut, an interesting shade of purple, running along his cheekbone.

  Seeing her reaction, he chuckled. “Pretty, aren’t I?”

  “Up until this point I would have said hell yes every time—but what happened to you? I miss one fight and you let yourself get mangled?”

  He shrugged, taking her hand and leading her to the bar. “My opponent last night was a little more…challenging than the ones I’ve been fighting lately. Guy got in a few solid hits before I knocked him on his ass.”

  She perched up on a high barstool and pulled him between her legs so she could gently inspect his bruises with her fingers. “Why do you do this to yourself? Does it hurt?”

  Flashing her that impish smile, he nipped her fingers with his teeth. “You know I only let him hit me just so you could fuss over me right now.”

  Narrowing her eyes, she playfully shoved him away. “You’re such an ass, you know that?”

  Positioning himself right back between her legs, he planted a hard kiss on her mouth.

  “I know that you like my ass,” he murmured against her lips.

  Well, he had her there. She smiled and lightly kissed him back.

  “Careful, Mina,” Brandon, Tyler’s oldest brother, said from behind the bar. “You baby him too much and he’ll get all soft and gooey. No one likes a pussy.”

  Mina jerked her eyes toward Brandon and was once again floored by the resemblance between him and Tyler. In fact, as she had come to know them, she realized that all the brothers looked freakishly alike, though only the middle two were twins. All tall, all had black hair and dark eyes and all four were sexier-than-sin badasses with shredded bodies and devil-may-care attitudes.

  It just wasn’t fair, really.

  Tyler stepped back from her and cocked an eyebrow at his brother. “Says the man who follows his wife around like a lost puppy.” He shook his head. “You look up the definition of pussy-whipped and you’ll find your picture there, brother.”

  Just then Adam, the youngest twin, materialized behind the bar. “All I heard was pussy-whipped, so I know you have to be talking about Brandon.”

  “Y’all are just pissed because I get to go home to a delicious home-cooked meal every night and you bastards have been on microwave patrol for the last decade,” Brandon shot over his shoulder as he went to fill a drink order.

  “Fuck. I hate it when he’s right.” Adam braced his hands on his hips as he gazed at Tyler, who nodded in commiseration.

  “A decade, huh?” Mina asked with a smile on her lips at the pathetic expressions on their faces.

  “Well, at least since, what—” Tyler looked at Adam. “Since Christmas? That was the last time we were invited to their house for dinner.”

  Mina couldn’t help it then. She had to laugh. “Well if you’re that hard up for it, we can skip the restaurant and go to my apartment. I’ll make you dinner, baby.” She pinched his non-bruised cheek.

  His dark eyes lit up and he grinned. “I like that plan.”

  “Hey, no fair. I wanna come too,” Adam pouted.

  Tyler shook his head. “No way in hell you’re invited. Besides, you and Ben are on the night shift tonight, remember? Where is Tweedledum anyway?”

  “Fuck if I know. But I’m about to find out.” Adam pulled out his cellphone as he walked away, presumably to call his twin.

  Tyler’s gaze collided with hers and she studied the black-and-purple bruise under his eye. “Seriously though,” she stroked the cut on his cheek lightly, “why do you do it? You’ve never actually told me.”

  He took her hand in his and kissed the inside of her palm before twining his fingers through hers. “I like the challenge fighting presents. Just like that fight last night. It makes me feel, like, fucking ten feet tall to know that I went up against that guy—a skilled competitor who knows what he’s doing—and I came out the victor.” He shrugged. “I told you that I used to be kind of a runt back in the day. This is just a way for me to prove to myself that I can overcome anything.”

  And he could, couldn’t he? His belief in himself shone in his eyes and emitted through all of his actions. He never let the things of his past get to him or hold him back from being the person he wanted to be. She could definitely take a lesson here.

  “You’re kind of amazing, you know that?” she said knowing that her expression had softened into what couldn’t be mistaken as anything but tenderness. She could just feel the awe and admiration for him all over her face

  “Mm-hmm.” He buzzed her lips with his. “I do know that.”

  She bit his lip. “And modest too.”

  Pulling away with a frown, he dug his car keys out of his pocket. “What I am is hungry. Let’s get out of here so you can feed me, woman.”

  Smiling sweetly at him, she hopped down from the stool. “Okay, but I’m driving.” And with that she walked toward the door, knowing he would follow eventually.

  Once they got back to her apartment, their evening started out like the countless other nights they had shared during the course of their friendship. He chilled with a beer at her kitchen island while she made dinner. And just like any other time they hung out, they talked about their day. He told her some silly story involving Adam and a mishap with a beer tap that had her laughing so hard tears streamed down her face. She related the latest chapter in the Brian-Chloe saga that Chloe couldn’t seem to stop talking about at work that day. And together they rolled their eyes at all the unnecessary drama.

  But somewhere between checking the oven and chopping up vegetables for the salad, their comfortable routine deviated from its familiar course. She had just closed the oven door and turned to the counter when his hard body pressed up against hers from behind. He had been so stealthy she hadn’t even heard him move.

  No matter how many times he touched her, it never ceased to surprise her when he did something that put them directly out of the friend zone. Such as put his hands on her hips to tug her back into him so she could feel every inch of how happy he was to see her.

  And just like the first time, when he nuzzled into her neck, placing kisses on her skin, her pulse started to race and goose bumps broke out on her body.

  Since he was being so playful, she couldn’t help but tease him.

  “Hey, no distracting the cook while I’m preparing culinary delights to satisfy your palate.” Her words came out stern as intended but the way she pushed her ass back into him and tilted her head to give him better access sent a different message altogether.

  The seductively low rumble of his laughter tickled her ear as he nipped at her lobe and ground his hips into her. “But I can think of some carnal delights that would satisfy me more.”

  “I’ll just bet you can,” she murmured as his deft fingers popped her jeans open. He slid one hand inside her panties, finding her clit with absolutely no effort at all while the other drifted up her shirt, pushing her bra up to cup her breast.

  “Damn, baby,” he whispered when he felt how wet she was already. “You feel so fucking good.”

  She had started to get all slippery the moment she had seen him at the bar, bruises and all. They were more like ho
t as hell battle scars. The gray v-neck t-shirt he wore molded to his body in such a way that, though it was a loose fit, when he moved at certain angles it delineated the ridges of the hard, lean muscle underneath. And damn, but the man knew how to wear a pair of jeans. With his short dark hair tousled as though he had been running his fingers through it and that half-smile of his, he was just too sexy for her own good. So of course he made her wet—couldn’t seem to help it.

  “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” His fingers steadily massaged that tight little nubbin at the top of her sex while he plucked at her nipple with his other hand.

  They had done this often enough now that she had learned what turned him on, learned how to play. “Yeah?” She groaned, grabbing onto his forearm to hold him to her as she moved against his hand. “Tell me what you were thinking about.”

  Growling, he wrapped his arms tighter around her. “How tight your sweet pussy feels wrapped around my dick when I’m fucking you.” His fingers dipped lower and pushed inside her, making her nip her lip with her teeth on a whimper. “How hard your pretty nipples get and how you bite your lower lip when I’m about to make you come.”

  She smiled, releasing said lip, and she could feel his answering smile against her skin. He knew. Without even looking at her he knew and despite herself her heart fluttered.

  “Did you touch yourself?” she asked breathlessly. “Did you make yourself come when you thought about it?”

  Just the thought of his big hand wrapped around that beautiful erection, stroking while he thought about her, sent a mini-spasm through her pussy. He gave her a few strong thrusts with his fingers as a reward.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You wanna see me jack off for you, baby?” His thumb pushed down on her clit and he moved his fingers slowly in and out, sliding against the underside of that sensitive little nub. Once again, her inner muscles rippled around him. She was oh so close to coming but he held it just out of her reach.

  She knew she had to answer him or this torture would never end, so she told him the truth.