by Katie Kyler
She crashed her lips into mine, cutting me off.
In an instant, my lips were consuming her, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. I wrapped her in my arms. Leaning forward a little more, I tangled my fingers through her hair, tipping her head farther back so I could kiss that beautiful, slender neck.
I picked her up and set her on the kitchen island. I shoved her dress up, pulling her legs around me, and pressed my hands into her back as I kissed her, then licked and kissed her neck and down to her chest.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed both sides of her collar and ripped her dress apart, exposing a black lace bra that held her exquisite breasts. I squeezed with one hand, and I used the other to yank down the fabric of her bra. Her nipple, small and pink, sprang free from the cup, and I licked it, taking it in my mouth and sucking as she gasped in response. She ran her hands through my hair and urged me closer to her with her legs.
Her skin tasted sweet and salty, and incredible. She set every sense I had on fire, and I was going to show her just how badly I wanted her.
My mouth crashed into hers as I pressed her hard against my body, my cock pushing against her belly. This was the very thing she’d tried to prevent. It was what she said couldn’t happen. But she wanted me as desperately as I wanted her, and our need for each other was a tempest that couldn’t be contained.
“Bed,” I growled into her open mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her up. She kept her legs tight around me as I carried her to her room.
I laid her back on the bed and undid my belt, dropping my jeans and shorts in one motion. As I did, she shimmied out of what was left of her dress and kicked off her shoes.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I said, climbing across the bed toward her.
I pulled down the strap of her bra and reached around to unhook it, tossing it aside as she slid out of it. She lay back, and I hungrily licked and sucked her breasts as she moaned in response. I listened carefully to the sounds she was making, watched her breathing, and felt her body responding to me. I wanted her screaming my name, but more than that, I wanted to see her lose herself. I wanted to set her body and mind free.
I kissed her again and slid my hand down her body, inside her panties. She was shaved. I liked that. As I moved my hand down between her legs, she was more than ready.
“You’re so damn wet,” I moaned into her ear.
“I want you, Tyler. I want you inside of me. I want you so bad.” There was an urgency in her voice that bordered on desperation. Damn, it was sexy.
I leaned back and pulled her panties off, sliding my hand across her sex, dampening my finger in her wetness, then circling her clit. Her body arched in response and she made little cooing sounds. I kissed down her belly and positioned myself between her thighs, throwing her legs over my shoulders.
She was breathing hard in anticipation.
“Look at me, Grayce,” I said, my lips so close to her pussy, I was sure she could feel the vibration of my voice. “I want you to look at me.”
She did, and when her eyes met mine, I sank my tongue inside of her.
She tried to hold my gaze, but after a few moments, her head lolled back against the pillow. As her breathing grew faster, I flattened my tongue and pressed it against her opening, then licked up to her clit. I worked the flat of my tongue up and down, again and again before circling her clit. I moved two fingers inside of her, finding the ridged spot I knew would put her over the edge. As her breath quickened and she began to grind her hips, I pursed my lips around the swollen bundle of nerves and sucked until I felt her body stiffen. She made the sweetest moaning sounds when she came.
I let her down gently, then moved up to kiss her. As soon as I did, she started sucking on my lips, licking her juices off of my mouth and chin. I put my hand at the back of her neck and kissed her deeply. She pulled her lips away just far enough to moan into me, “Fuck me, Tyler. I need you inside of me.”
I pulled away and grabbed my jeans, hastily pulling a condom out of my wallet. I tore the wrapper and rolled it over my throbbing cock. I crawled up her body, my forearms resting on the bed on either side of her.
She spread her legs wider for me. I hovered with the tip of my cock at her entrance. Her eyes were pleading as she looked up at me.
“If you want it, you’ve got to take it, baby,” I said.
She put her hand on my cock, those sweet little manicured fingers wrapping around my shaft, and guided me to her. She thrust her hips up just a little to press me into her opening. As she did, she closed her eyes and gave me a little moan.
I kissed her cheek and her neck, and whispered, “Are you ready for me, baby?”
“Yes! Oh, fuck yes.”
I sank into her warm, wet flesh and pushed myself inside up to the hilt. She felt so damn good wrapped around my cock. She gasped as I pushed inside of her, but when I looked at her face, it told me all I needed to know.
“You okay, baby? Is this what you want?” I whispered into her ear.
“Yes, that’s it. That’s what I want, Tyler. I want all of you.” She slid her arms around my neck and began to sway her hips back and forth to meet my thrusts as I began to slide in and out of her. There was absolutely nothing hotter than a sexy woman who moved her body for you, tilting her hips to meet you, urging you deeper inside of her.
I slid my hand down and began sliding my thumb around her clit in little circles as I moved in and out of her. As I did, her lips parted and she moved her hands above her head, running her fingers through her hair. The little flashes of red polish peeked through her brown mane, driving me crazy. Her hip movements shifted as I began using two fingers to massage her clit faster, and I knew she was going to come again.
I kissed her lips, and said, “That’s it, baby, come for me.”
Her body began to tense underneath me, and I knew I had taken her there. I shifted my weight and slowed down, giving her a moment to recover. I reached down and pulled her knee up so I could hook my arm through it, opening her wider to me. When I did, her muscles flexed inside, squeezing my cock, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
I leaned in closer to her, shifting my weight, and held her shoulder with my free hand. “Grayce, you feel so good.”
She kissed me hard and bit my lip, and I knew she was ready. I pounded into her deeper and harder than I meant to, but I couldn’t stop. Her body felt so good, so soft and warm, and right wrapped around me. She began to arch her back, and I knew she was close.
“Tyler, oh, I’m going to come again! Oh, yeah, don’t stop,” she moaned and melted back into the mattress as my pace quickened.
I couldn’t hold back anymore, and when I pushed deep inside her and let go, she arched her back and called out my name, meeting me as we came together. I pressed kisses over her neck, cheeks, and lips as we came down from the high.
I got up to take care of the condom in her bathroom, then came back to the bed, wrapping my arms around her. She turned to me and kissed me deeply, then smiled at me, running her fingertips across my chest and shoulders. I stared into those blue eyes and at that moment, I never wanted to leave that bed – never wanted to leave the warmth of her body.
I took her small hand in mine and pressed her palm to my lips. “You okay?” I asked tentatively.
She smirked. “I’m more than okay. That was…I can’t even describe it. Amazing.”
She rolled over, her back to me, and leaned her body into mine. I pulled close against her, burying my face in the crook of her neck.
“Sometimes I don’t think you even realize what an incredible woman you are,” I said, depositing soft kisses along her neck.
She made a sound that was almost purring as she leaned her head further to the side, granting me more access.
After a few minutes, she pulled my hand up to her breast, guiding me to squeeze it, and rolled her hips, grazing my cock with that spectacular ass. It didn’t take much for me to be good to go again.
Grayce s
tarted to roll away from me, and for a minute, I was afraid she was leaving the bed. Instead, she reached for something in a box on the bedside table, and as she rolled back to me, she held up a condom between two of her delicate fingers. She craned her neck around to look at me.
“Unless you’ve had enough,” she said.
“I don’t think there is any such thing when it comes to you,” I said, taking the package from her hand.
I kept her on her side and lined my hips up with hers. I lifted her top leg and slid into her, crooking her leg back over my hip. She took in a deep breath as I entered her, which quickly became a moan as I began to push my cock against the spot inside a woman’s body that I knew was like an on switch.
I put my palm against the flat of her belly to pull her close, then pressed harder into the place that I knew would make her come. I had my other arm crooked around her neck, cradling her. She reached for my free hand and laced her fingers with mine.
“Tyler.” Her voice was breathy and soft.
“Yes, Grayce,” I said into her ear through a cloud of thick dark curls, “tell me what you want.”
“I can feel you so deep inside of me.” Her hips rocked back and forth to meet me.
My movements were gentle, but she was so tight around me, the sensation was intense. It didn’t take long before I was exploding as her body quaked around me.
When I came back to her bed for the second time, Grayce seemed relaxed. Content. Happy. It was a look I hadn’t really seen on her face since I’d met her. I wouldn’t lie. Knowing I was the one who had put that look on her beautiful face made me feel like a fucking superhero.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked over her. “If you’d be more comfortable with me going to my own bed for the night, I will, but if you want me to stay…”
She turned around to look at me. Quietly, she said, “I want you to stay. Only if you want.”
“I want,” I said, slipping in beside her.
The irony wasn’t lost on me. Usually, by this point in the evening’s activities, I was trying to figure out how to make my escape. I usually couldn’t stand the thought of a woman in my bed while I was trying to sleep. Sure, it was convenient when you had morning wood, but having a woman lying across me always made me hot and uncomfortable. This, though, was something else.
It was me who was asking to stay. Me who wanted her in my arms. Now that I had been with her, now that I knew what she felt like wrapped around my cock, and how beautiful her face was when she came for me, all I could think about was how to keep it going.
The whole situation reminded me of that movie where the guy falls in love with a girl who wakes up every day with no memory of her life. 50 First Dates. I kept thinking that if we fell asleep, she might wake up wondering why she had let me be with her in the first place.
I wasn’t too surprised when I woke up before her the next morning. It had been a crazy night on multiple levels, and she usually wasn’t up as early as me anyway.
I tiptoed out, showered, and threw on a pair of performance shorts before I went into the kitchen to make coffee. I heard Grayce behind me as I poured my first cup, so I turned around and handed it to her instead.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I said.
“Good morning,” she said, a big smirk creeping across her lips behind her coffee cup.
“What are you smiling at?”
“Oh, I was just thinking, it figures,” she said, still smiling.
“What figures?”
“That yesterday you were strutting around butt naked, and now you have shorts on.”
“I can change that, you know,” I said, playfully hooking a thumb into the waistband of my shorts.
She laughed.
“So, do you have client meetings today?” I asked.
“No, just some work to do.”
“Take the day off,” I said.
“Sorry?”
“Take the day off. Spend it with me. It’s my day off.” I smiled broadly, hoping to convince her.
“I can’t just take the day off.” She shook her head as if the idea were ludicrous.
“Why not? It’s your firm, Grayce. You’re the boss. When’s the last time you took a day off?” I asked.
“When I—” She stopped suddenly.
“Tell me.”
“When I moved out of our house. After I caught Carter.”
I stepped forward and rubbed her shoulder with my palm. Even there, in the kitchen, sleepy-eyed and with messy sex hair, she looked incredible. “Grayce. Give yourself a break once in a while. Take the day off and come out with me. We’ll do something fun, I promise.”
I saw from her look that she was starting to cave. “I don’t know,” she said.
“I’m going to do a couple of things really quick, and then I’ll get dressed. When I come out, I want to see you in shorts, a t-shirt, and sneakers, ready to go.” I slid my chin around the side of her neck and bent her head toward me, depositing a kiss on top of it as I walked out of the kitchen.
About half an hour later, I emerged from my room, not sure if she would be in one of her lawyer suits. I walked into the living room to find her sitting on the edge of the sofa.
“That’s more like it,” I said, smiling widely. She had on shorts, sneakers, and a V-necked t-shirt that hugged her figure in all the best places.
“Are you planning on telling me what we’re doing?” she asked.
“Nope. I don’t. You don’t have to be in control of everything all the time.” I grabbed a couple of bottled waters before we headed out the door.
“Well, if we’re going to work out, please remember that some of us don’t live at the gym, are older than you, and might be a little sore from…well, you know what from.” She winked at me.
Did this woman do anything that wasn’t sexy?
“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. Here.” I handed her one of the bottles of water. “The drive’s about an hour and it’s pretty warm out. Hydrate.”
Chapter 15
Grayce
I was starting to wonder what had happened to me. Was I in some strange, Twilight Zone situation where I had become a completely different person? One who had casual sex with near strangers and blew off work? What the hell was I thinking?
By the time Tyler got on the Palisades Parkway, my curiosity was off the charts. I couldn’t think where we were headed or what we might be doing.
I looked over at the gorgeous man behind the wheel. When Carter had betrayed me, I felt worthless. I’d wondered what could be wrong with me that I wasn’t enough for him. When I walked out of our house for the last time, I wasn’t sure if anyone would ever want me again, but I knew I couldn’t stay with a man who had proven he didn’t.
“Hey, you okay? You seem deep in thought,” Tyler said, reaching a hand over to stroke my cheek.
“Yeah, I’m good. I was just thinking what a nice day it is.”
“If this lawyer thing doesn’t work out, you probably shouldn’t go out on the professional poker circuit. You’re a terrible liar.” He laughed, but he let it go.
I wondered just how many women had shared his bed. How many had shared moments like this with him after having slept with him. How many had hoped it meant more than just a good time. I wondered how many had sat by the phone, waiting for the text or call that never came. At least I wasn’t so naïve.
“We’re going to be in the car awhile, Grayce. It would be nice if you actually talked to me while we’re driving, you know.”
I laughed. “Sorry, yes. Okay. So, what would you like to talk about?”
“Hmm, tell me something embarrassing,” he said, smirking.
“Really? You’ve seen so many of my finest embarrassing moments since we met. Let me think.” I tapped my lip with my index finger. “I know. My first day at Thomas and Thomas, the law firm I worked at before? They do a one-day orientation with all new employees. After lunch, I went to the bathroom and came back out. I had on my best suit, and I real
ly wanted to look sharp. Well, after lunch, all the partners came in to meet the new recruits. I mustered up all my confidence and sat down at the conference table. When I looked down, there was a toilet seat cover hanging from the back of my Italian leather pumps. I was mortified.” I sighed and looked over at Tyler, who was laughing so hard, he had to wipe tears away from under his glasses.
“That is phenomenal. Thank you for that. I haven’t laughed that hard in a while,” he said, gasping for breath.
“Okay, your turn. Although, I doubt you have any epically embarrassing things to tell me, so I’m certain I’ve won,” I said confidently.
“Well, I don’t have anything that good. But okay, there is something.” He cleared his throat. “I had a nickname for you before I knew your real name.”
“Oh Jesus, I’m afraid to ask. How dirty?” I looked at him expecting it to be something related to my tits or ass.
“Not at all, actually. I called you Lavender Girl.” He cast a look in my direction.
I thought he was trying to tell if I thought it was cute or weird. “And why Lavender Girl, exactly?”
“Well, the first time I saw you in the gym, you were wearing a lavender and black outfit. I thought you were gorgeous.” He paused. “Well, I mean, you are.”
I could feel the crimson rising in my cheeks, so I tried looking out the other window.
“See? That! That right there is why it is inevitable that I am going to kick Carter’s ass at some point. I don’t know why you let him make you feel like you’re less that you are. You’re incredible, Grayce. He’s the only one who can’t see it.” He took my hand and pressed it to his lips.
After a while in the car, I realized that we were heading up to the Peekskills. I hadn’t been up here in a long time. Carter and I had come to a cabin in the area when we first got engaged. He had been a big part of my life. The last couple of days, though, was starting to make me believe there would be a time when I didn’t think of him as often…eventually.
Tyler and I pulled into a gravel parking area and got out of the car. He walked around to the tailgate and I joined him. He pulled a small backpack out from the back and retrieved a can of bug repellent.
