by Nana Malone
The sounds of their moans and groans as they kissed reverberated on her walls. His kisses deepened, turning the heat up on their kisses to five-alarm status. His large hands gripped her tight, his tongue growing more demanding. They fell on the bed, and Tyson swore under his breath as the thick, pulsing length of him nestled at the juncture of her thighs.
He tore his lips off hers, then slid down the zipper of her skirt, before shifting to tug it over her legs. His eyes were half lidded as he crawled back up her body.
When he settled between her thighs again, the seam of his jeans met right where she ached for him, and the two of them hissed. He pulsed, and she bucked, neither one of them breaking their intense locked stares.
He broke first with the rotation of her hips. His eyes rolled up, and he clenched his jaw tight. “Fuck, Serena. I want you so bad.”
Feeling bold, she whispered, “Then do something about it.” She turned her head to the side, giving him free access to her neck. He sucked hard enough to make her gasp and then soothed away the bite with his tongue. They both fumbled and struggled to tug off his shirt. Hers followed as she gently slid it over her arms. And finally, he stepped out of his jeans. She held her breath and stared up at him as he hooked his thumbs inside his boxer briefs. The tight muscles in his abs rippled as he moved, and Serena licked her lips. Tyson’s lips tipped into a lopsided smile, and he lost the boxers.
Serena could only stare. Good Lord the man’s body was a work of art. He could have been chiseled out of smooth tab rock that warmed to the touch. She wanted to run her lips over every—
“Hey, beautiful, my eyes are up here.”
She giggled but didn’t bring her gaze up to meet his. Instead she kept her eyes glued to his erection gently bobbing in her direction.
“Oh, sorry. I got distracted.”
“You keep staring like that and he’s going to demand an introduction.”
“I think I’m going to have to demand one.”
“I think we can arrange for that to happen,” he whispered.
Serena could feel the fire under her skin everywhere his gaze landed, searing through her bones. She quickly unclasped her bra, bringing the cups down as Tyson leaned over her and knelt between her legs. A low, rumbling noise erupted from his chest as he pinned her against the mattress.
Serena arched her back, giving him better access to her breasts. When he rewarded her by clasping his lips around a hardened peak, she dug her hands into his hair. “Tyson.”
Gently, he sucked one nipple while he teased the other with his thumb. Serena rocked her hips along the heat of his cock, needing the friction, needing his touch.
God, he was torturing her. That was the only explanation. She tried to tug him up to kiss her. He didn't budge, instead just taking his time, laving her nipple, killing her slowly with pleasure. “Tyson, I need you to move,” she begged, as she ground her heat against him.
He chuckled low. “I could spend an eternity sucking your breasts. You make the best sounds when I graze my teeth against you like this.” He performed the action, laughing when she mewled. “And when I suck on you, you do this.” He took her deep, and as if operating on instinct, she moaned low. “See, I could do this all day. And bonus, they fit my hands perfectly, like they were made for me to suck and play with. Makes me wonder if you can come with me doing only this.” He licked his lips before brushing them over the beaded tip again. “Can you, baby?”
She loved how he talked to her, teased her with his words. She nearly wept in relief when he let go of her nipple and kissed down her body. She shuddered when he nipped her thong with his teeth, then dragged the flimsy fabric down her legs, inch by inch, revealing her heated center as her clit throbbed and ached for his attention. Tyson didn’t disappoint as he slid into position, pulled her legs up, adjusting them on his shoulders as he got to work.
Oh shit. Her back bowed off the bed when his firm tongue stroked her. His tongue probed and delved and licked her from clit to center and below, teasing her perineum with his tongue. “Tyson, oh my God.”
Serena dug her hands into his hair, twining her fingers through the silken dark strands. It didn't take much before she was moaning loud and screaming his name. Just when she stood on the edge of the cliff of pure bliss, he pulled back.
“Tyson, please, I’m begging you.” He had an evil streak, gently sucking on her clit, but not with enough pressure to make her come.
He locked gazes with her when he suddenly applied pressure, sucking hard on her pleasure button. He clamped his hands on her thighs to prevent her from closing them. A lightning bolt of ecstasy snaked up her spine.
The edges of her vision went first, then her lungs seemed to fail as she couldn’t get in a final breath. And then sweet, violent oblivion as her body broke apart in his more than capable hands.
Fuck, Tyson never wanted to stop. He could eat her all damn day, she was so fucking sweet. He was never letting her out of this bed. Not now that he knew what being with her could be like. All he had to do was convince her staying naked in bed with him was the world’s best idea. Luckily he had a few thoughts on how to do that.
Her inner thigh muscles clenched and unclenched as he alternated between licking gently at her clit and fucking her with his tongue.
When she finally went limp in his arms, he shifted her up the bed and snatched his wallet from the floor, making quick work of the condom before settling between her thighs once more.
As he licked into her mouth, his cock nudged her slippery, slick entrance. God, he wanted to take her fast, sink so far inside that she never thought of anyone else. But she was so sensitive and soft, and he didn’t want to go too quick.
She flashed him a wicked smile, and he almost didn’t care about going slow, but he forced himself to. He rolled them over so she sat astride his hips. His cock nudged her sweet ass as she laughed.
Fuck she was sweet. His cock throbbed insistently. His brain helpfully offered the other ways he could have her in this position. Oh damn, so damn hot, but right now, he wanted her slick, wet heat pulling him in.
She shifted so she straddled his waist, the tip of his cock probing her clit, and she shuddered on top of him. She rocked her slickness over his cock, once, twice, and again, and Tyson was ready to come. He could feel the urgency, the fire snaking around his spine. His hands tightened on her waist. She leaned forward, kissing him softly, and with one uptick of his hips, she took him deep. Fuck. Holy shit.
Their tongues danced, and Tyson gripped her hips, guiding her movement as they moved together.
Tyson’s hands clenched and unclenched, his breathing ragged as he eased her down to take more of him. She sat up, bracing her hands on his chest, and she rode, taking control. He slipped his hand between them, using his thumb to stroke over her clit, and her eyes rolled back. A fleeting smile flitted over her lips.
“I love that face. I want to put that look on your face every damn minute of every damn day. So wet and hot for me,” he said, before he reached up with his free hand to tease her nipple.
She increased the pace, making those sexy mewling sounds deep inside her throat as she rode him. His hands tightened on her ass as he drove into her.
Tyson couldn’t look away. He didn't want to miss a thing. Not a single expression. She cried out, “Oh, my God, Tyson.”
He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. “God. You are so fucking tight, sweetheart,” Tyson growled into her ear.
Serena threw her head back, and Tyson steeled himself against the tight milking of her inner walls on his cock. Fuck. So good. So… Oh God. He came hard, his heart exploding and his body convulsing. Holy shit. Serena Bennett might be the death of him.
12
Giddy. That was the only way to describe how Ty felt every time he went to campus. Of course this could have to do with Serena too. He'd ridden his bike to campus and had that happy, excited feeling of a kid with a new toy. Except what he had was better. He had Serena.
You sure ab
out that?
He'd meant what he said. The two of them couldn't do casual. Especially not now that he'd had a taste.
You finally are back where you've wanted to be. He’d worked so hard to get back to school. It had nearly broken him when he had to leave. He just had to find a way to juggle everything. Would waiting have killed you? Yes. Because someone else would be touching her.
And the strip club? Not important. Besides, it might be a nonissue. That ordinance she was so worried about might take care of the problem. He didn't want her to lose her business, of course, but it would be better if she stepped back from it a little. Found her passion, pursued her original dreams, She'd see it eventually.
He'd been in a hurry this morning, but that hadn't stopped her from giving him a wake-up call to end all wake-up calls. His skin still tingled. He’d been distracted during his morning classes just thinking about seeing her again for lunch. The shadow of Xavier loomed nearby, but he shoved it away before it could dampen his mood.
He'd deal with the Xavier question later. Things were too new—he didn't want to ruin it with X. There was no way that Serena would be happy if her twin brother was breathing down their necks.
"Hey, stranger."
Tyson looked up and around for the familiar voice. He was waiting for Serena, but that certainly wasn't her. Then a familiar blonde approached, and he had to suppress his surprise. "Amber? What are you doing here?"
She rolled her eyes. "What, you're the only one who can go to school?"
"No. I just meant I'm surprised to see you. You've never mentioned you were a student at American."
"That's because you never take me out or make time to talk to me. I can do more than just take my clothes off, you know."
Land mine up ahead. He skirted around that. "What are you studying?"
"Poli-Sci. I'm a senior. What about you?"
"Freshman technically, but I did online classes for most of the gen-ed stuff, so I'm more of a junior. I figured I'd finish my business degree."
"That's cool." She took a seat next to him. "So, since you won't ask me to dinner, I guess I'll just join you for lunch."
He squirmed. "Look, Amber, I'm sorry. I'm meeting someone."
She frowned and nodded. "Someone you didn't mention you had a couple of weeks ago."
"That's because I didn't. And it's new."
"So when you said you didn't have time for anything, you meant me?"
Damn. "I'm sorry. Things have been brewing for a while, and I was trying to let you down gently."
"Next time you should try some honesty, it does better." She shrugged. "Besides, I'm not stupid. Anyone with eyes can see you have a thing for Serena."
"I—I—uh, what do you mean?" He was pretty sure Serena still wanted to keep everyone out of it for now. The last thing she needed was gossip. Not like Jerome hadn't told the whole club by now.
"Really? Come on."
Keeping the lid on the two of them was going to be a lot more difficult if he had to contend with an annoyed girl. "Listen, I'm sorry. You're gorgeous, but it wouldn’t work."
She glowered. "Because I take my clothes off?"
Oh look, another land mine. "Because I'm in love with someone else."
That shut her up. Her lips formed an O shape, and she sagged. "Sorry, I guess I just became the stalker type right now. Won't happen again." She stood and picked up her backpack.
"I'm sorry, Amber. Dozens of guys would love a shot."
"It's fine. A word of advice, though. You and her might not be the best idea. My guess is one of the reasons you won't date me is I'm a stripper. She owns the joint. I doubt you’ll get over that. The Italian guy, Antonio, is more her speed—"
He narrowed his gaze. "Are you sure about that?"
"Yeah. I am. You'll crash and burn." She walked away fluidly, her gait speaking to her dance training.
The tiny voice he'd been silencing since he'd first kissed Serena surfaced. He shoved his thoughts aside and plastered a smile on his face when he finally saw Serena coming, dark tresses flowing in the wind. In the meantime, he wanted to spend his free couple of hours with Serena.
She beamed a wide grin as she approached. He knew then he'd do anything to see her smile like that at him. "Hi."
She paused right in front of him. "Hi, yourself."
He stood before pulling her in for a kiss, savoring those seconds of connection. This morning had been hot but hurried, and he wanted more.
"How does it feel to be back on campus?" he asked.
"I got hit on by a teenager, so I guess that's an ego boost."
Tyson growled, "And you mentioned that you wouldn't be needing his inadequate skills, right?"
"Absolutely. I have a very, very skilled boyfriend, so I don't need his fumbling ways." She looked around. "Who was that girl you were talking to? She looked familiar."
He took her hand. "Nobody. Now how about you and I pretend we're just a couple of kids for a bit, enjoying the fall day."
She nodded, the sunlight glinting in her dark hair. "You got it."
13
Three whole weeks of dating Ty and Serena was on cloud nine. Sure it was crazy with his school schedule and her work schedule, but they were working it out. With sex, lots and lots of sex. Lost time to make up for. Or you’re avoiding looking to closely at the relationship. They never talked about her job. Though, he brought up the idea of her opening her own accounting firm from time to time.
“Earth to Serena, are you here?”
She cursed under her breath then dragged her attention back to class. Sweat dripped in her face and her hair matted to her scalp with perspiration. Shit, this was so much more difficult than earlier classes. She tightened her core as she sat suspended on the pole, held up by nothing more than the skin behind her knee and her abs.
“That's good. But, Serena, try not to look like you're constipated, okay?”
She couldn't help it. The laugh bubbled out, and she lost her hold. Shooting out a hand, she gripped the pole so she didn't fall. “Sorry, I'm concentrating.”
Cara laughed too. “Yes, but the idea we're going for is sexy concentration.”
“Sexy, right.” Serena arched her back. “I can't believe you want me to perform that trick. Let me be clear, I do not have the kind of core strength it takes to hang upside-down.”
Cara waved her off. “You'll be fine. You're stronger than you think. But you have a reprieve. We need to put off the showcase for a couple of weeks. There’s some construction happening, so we can't use the studio or the stage that weekend.”
What? She'd been mentally preparing for weeks. Not when she might chicken out. “Why don't we use the club?”
“You'd let us do that?”
“Of course. You should have mentioned it earlier. I mean, we'll close it to members and staff that night. Invite only, but we can do it.”
Her friend beamed. “Fantastic. That's great. Now I just have to notify the others and their guests. Speaking of which, did you have anyone you wanted to invite?”
Ty. But could she really dance in front of him? “I don't think so.”
“Oh come on. The Italian? Or Hottie McHottie with the tattoos and that intense stare?”
Serena flushed. “If I did invite someone, it would be Tyson, but the thing with Ty is still new, so not sure about that. The idea of dancing for him makes me feel really exposed.”
“Showing off your hard work is part of the process. I'm sure he'll love it. He cares about you, so he'll want to support you.”
Maybe Cara had a point. Even before they’d spent all their spare time naked, they were friends. He'd want to support her.
“Okay, way to twist my arm. I'll ask him.”
“Excellent. Now let's practice.”
If Ty was going to see her strut her stuff, she'd need some more practice. Like a lot more.
14
Serena snuggled into Tyson's arms. There was nowhere else she wanted to ever be except right here. It felt too good. He
held her tighter, his hands trying to cop the occasional feel as they watched a movie on his couch. She finally took his hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. He was trying to distract her. And she wanted to be distracted. But something was up with him. He’d been quieter than usual and every time she tried to get him to talk about it, he distracted her with sex. Like now. The dynamic had shifted somehow, and she didn't like it. They still talked about everything under the sun. Everything…except her job. If she had something bugging her, they’d discuss it, but the ins and outs and day to day, those were a silent mine field the didn’t go near.
"What?" he asked softly.
Serena turned in his arms so she could look up at him. "Have you never spooned before?"
He blinked those moss-green eyes at her, full of innocence. "I have. I'm a very good spooner." He nodded.
"Oh really? Is that why you're trying to cop a feel?"
He grinned. "Not my fault your tits are in my way. If they weren't so damn full and soft, I might be able to keep my hands to myself. But honestly, baby, I’m helpless against your charms." She jabbed him in the ribs, and he laughed, bending to kiss her. "I really can't help myself. You've put me under a spell. I'm an addict. What can I say?"
He bit his bottom lip as his gaze dipped to her breasts. Gently palming one, he ran his thumb over the nipple. In an instant fire doused her body. She arched her back, and he chuckled low. "My beautiful girl, always so responsive. All it takes is a touch."
She shivered when he nuzzled her just behind her ear. "Tyson." He really was too good with his hands. And a very bad boy. Too damn good with the distraction. With the avoiding of talking. Well, two of them could play at that game. She reached between them and palmed his rigid erection through his jeans.
He released her nipple and froze. "S-Serena. Fuck."
"Hmmm. What were you saying about responsiveness?"
"That's not... Oh God."
She pumped him slow as she nibbled at his chin. She liked having him under her control. It was fun.
