She accepted both. “And what will you be doing?” She paid special attention to his jean clad state and the bulge her hand tingled to reach out and mold itself around.
“I’ll be stroking my cock, imagining how wet and horny you are, wanting to suck your nipples until you squirm underneath me, needing to cover your body in love bites Wanting to suck and lap up your juices and eat you out until you come all over my chin.” His voice was a low growl that reverberated around her body.
She squirmed, causing the water to slosh around the tub. “And after that?”
“You get to have your way with me.” He placed his hands on the rim of the tub, leaned forward and glided his lips against hers.
“Mmmm.” For a moment her eyelids flickered then shut. His words penetrated her mind and a question formed.
She opened her eyes and leaned her head back to stare at him, watch his features when she said, “Hmm…I think I get more out of this than you do.”
He stood and walked over the toilet where he put the lid down and took a seat. “This isn’t about me. It’s about you.”
“Not going to unleash the beast, yet?” she teased. “And how is it about me?”
“Because I’ve gotten the honor of pleasuring you and making you come but now I want some intimacy with you, I want to show you how you make me feel, even if I don’t have as many fun places as you do.” He gave her a wink before he dragged his fingertips down the center of his body. She became greedy, yearning to see more of him, to gaze on his body once more and revel that, for now, he was all hers. Every inch her gaze touched, she mentally marked with the word MINE in bold letters. She followed his movements as he traced the treasure trail of golden brown hair, starting from his belly button to disappear through the opening to pause there.
She gritted her teeth, desire flared hot on her body as her nerve endings came alive. “Not playing fair.”
“Want it? Show me,” he urged as his fingers drifted up and down the line bisecting his lower abdomen before drifting across each abdominal ridge and valley and then up to circle his nipples and back down. He repeated his actions. Her hands came up without her true awareness. Mimicking him, she circled her breast with just the tips of her fingernails, the squared off ends dragged against her flesh creating delicious friction that sent ripples throughout her.
The water splashed against the sides and lapped at her chest as she trailed her hand down the center of her body to dip underneath the hot water. Her fingertips coasting over her stomach was a silken glide that added to the sensations circling within her. Her pussy clenched as her touch grew closer to her mound. The tingles increased, racing up and down her inner thighs and along her vulva.
“That’s it,” Ty murmured, the seat creaked as he moved.
She glanced over at him. He took hold of the tab of his zipper and yanked it down. The tearing sound caused her to freeze. Anticipation lapped at her veins as her blood heated. She counted the seconds, waiting for him to expose his thick length. He tucked his thumbs in his waistband and pushed, exposing a thick patch of neatly trimmed bronze curls. His movements stopped. A small high pitched cry escaped her mouth. At first she didn’t know who made the sound. It was me. She slapped a wet hand over her mouth, her faced flushed with embarrassment.
His chuckle drew her attention. Annoyed, she dropped her hand and splashed some water at him. He flinched away but didn’t move from his post on the toilet seat. “Don’t worry, baby, you looked sexy making that sound. Now, continue?” He raised a thick brow at her.
She pouted, though she didn’t feel the least bit put out. “Not sure I want to.”
“Oh, you want to, don’t you? If you don’t, you can’t do all those sexy little things you’ve wanted to do to me. Don’t think I didn’t overhear those times you brought your girlfriends into the bar and got so tipsy you spilled some of those dirty, filthy little thoughts you’ve had about me to them.” His eyes became as dark as fresh pine tree needles, with a heated need in them that branded her right through her skin, to sink so deep it touched a part of her she didn’t know existed until him.
“And,” he continued, drawing her attention back to him. “I won’t get to find out how you make yourself come when you’re all alone. I want that, baby. I want to have phone sex with you and picture you all alone in bed without me and what you’re doing to yourself that will make you orgasm when you use a toy. No, I don’t want it, I need it.”
“Why?” The single word came out on a gust of air. As her body lit up at his words. In the back of her mind, she wondered if he knew about the offer. His words pushed that irritating question away.
“Because I want you to be comfortable enough with me to show me what you need, and want, and like.” He tilted his head. “Do you trust me enough to show me?”
She blinked as she took in his response. Trust. That single word crystallized the moment for her. Before making her decision she wanted to give him this.
“Let me show you.” She trailed her fingertips around her breasts, weighing the heaviness with one hand, lifting it up so he could see a bit of what she was doing while circling the mound until she got to the tip where she pinched the sensitive bud. A jolt of energy shot straight to her core. She bounced up for a moment before splashing down, the water spilling over onto the floor.
“Don’t stop,” Ty ordered.
She turned her attention to him, focusing on him as she continued to tease herself, stroking her breast, her fingers going faster and faster, adding in pinches and scrapes of her fingernails to change things up. When the peak became too sensitized, she moved to the other globe. Ty’s hungry gaze followed her every move, mimicking her ministrations with one hand while his other hand molded over the bulge tenting his jeans, squeezing and running his palm over his denim covered erection.
“Show me you want me, show me what will be all mine later,” she urged. Her hands dragged down her abdomen, until they glided under the water. The water lapped at her breasts, with teasing slaps. Her body hummed with desire as her need for him ramped up, her temperature getting hotter with each passing second. She spread her legs wide, wishing he could see her like this, open and ready for him. Her pussy lips had thickened, and each pass of her fingers over the sensitive flesh brought a shiver of flame through her body. Sweat slipped down her face, steam drifted up in smoky tendrils to fill the atmosphere as she worked her clit in front of him. Water splashed her chest and face, sloshed against the sides as her gaze, riveted to his hand, teased and circled the bundle of nerves, pausing to stave off the climb to orgasm by stroking her nether lips and circling her vaginal opening.
“That’s it, gorgeous, please yourself, fuck I wish…” He grunted but didn’t pull his cock out of his jeans.
“Come closer, watch me.” She pinched and tugged her nipple with her free hand, the vibrator forgotten for the moment, sitting on the lip of the tub with the lube.
“I can’t…” he panted. “I do, I get in the tub.” He gave her a wry smile. “Not big enough for two.”
“Then take your cock out, and show me how bad you want me,” she urged, wishing he’d come closer, to help her get out. Pleasure wrapped her body up in a swath of heat and desire but with it there was a kernel of awareness that his stare weighted every movement she made, the distance between them, the fact that he could only see her face and the jerking movements of her shoulders and the top of her chest rather than all of her ministrations. Frustration stacked up in her gut.
Ty shucked his jeans, grabbed the bottle of lube and settled down on a bench that sat at the end of the tub, his cock stood up flushed and proud. Ty squirted a dollop into his hand and wrapped his hand around the thick shaft and stroked himself up and down in a leisurely fashion, a single clear tear formed on the slit as he worked himself. He paused long enough to place the bottle back on the edge of the basin and returned to his earlier actions.
She picked up the device and the lube, flicking the top up and squirted out a dollop before slatherin
g it onto the dildo, flicked the switch to the lowest setting and placed it against her nipple. She sucked in a breath as pleasure coasted along her nerve endings, lighting up her body. The slick lubricant allowed the tip to move with ease over her skin. She took her time despite the rush of pure, toe curling delight that welled up in her body. When she couldn’t take any more she moved the vibrator off her nipple, dragging it down the center of body to trace the outline of her belly button before continuing onward to her mound.
“Ty,” she pushed her hips up. Despite the now cool water, her temperature climbed by slow increments. “Can’t…want…”
“Tell me what you want, baby. God, you’re gorgeous when you’re turned on.” His rhythm increased.
“I want you…inside of me.” She gasped when she touched the vibrator to her clit. A flash of lightning lit up her body, setting off a small orgasm that shook her from head to toe. Anticipation increased, sparks burst in her body. Her hips and chest pushed forward as her back arched.
“Can’t…” The single word came out on a gasp. Her toes curled as she closed her eyes, clinging to the delicious sensations coasting along her limbs. Her heartbeat kicked up. Her lungs burned. For a single crystalline moment she hung in between pleasure and lassitude. Her arms and legs grew heavy.
“Vanessa…”
His strained voice drew her attention. She turned her heavy head toward him, as the sweet rush of pleasure drifted in her veins. “Come for me, Ty,” she whispered, voice hoarse and low.
The veins in his neck stood out, a red flush spread across his chest, up his throat and covered his face and ears. Face strained, eyes shut, his hand moved faster as he came, dribbles of creamy seed spilled over his hand and jets flew into the air to land on the rim and in the tub.
The vibrator sat the bottom of the tub, having rolled out of her limp hand. She laughed at the muted sound of the device shaking against the porcelain.
“Give me a few minutes and then we can take a shower.” He leaned over the tub and rinsed his hand off, his breath coming out in soft pants.
She stood up, legs shaking and allowed him to help her out. Goosebumps broke out on her skin. She moved to the shower and turned on the spray, allowing the water to heat up as she waited for him to recover. Ty unplugged the tub and let the water drain while she watched through dark lashes. “We’ll make it, don’t worry.” He got up and shuffled over to her, slower than his usual gait.
She snorted. “How do you have any energy right now?”
“I snuck some of your fries.”
She wanted to smack his hand but couldn’t get up the energy. “You owe me more fries.”
“How about homemade French Fries for Sunday night dinner?”
“Deal.”
When fog billowed over the door, Ty helped her to stand and shuffled her toward the cubicle, ushering her in. She sank down on the little bench and allowed him to pamper her. “By the time I leave, I’m gonna be a prune.”
“A gorgeous prune.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.
Emotions filled her chest as she became warm for a whole new reason. By the time he was done with both of them, he turned off the downpour, left and returned towel in hand, drying her with gentle strokes before doing himself. He then scooped her up and carried her to the bed. His hold on her body strong and sure. “I’ll bring back the food. You just rest.”
“Okay.”
As soon as he was gone, she rushed back to the bathroom, took care of business and got back into bed. Once settled against the pile of pillows and the desire had died away, the email rose up like a serpent to remind her that once this weekend was over, she would have to decide whether to stay or go and how to explain it all to him. She could rationalize that Ty wasn’t her jerk of an ex or her parents who would see her quitting the bar as another reason she was a failure. Unease dampened the mood.
A small voice reminded her of all the kindness she’d seen over the last year but that didn’t mean he would be happy if she left him. Her ex had always had an issue with her being a better programmer than him. She slumped down against the pillows. What am I supposed to do? The more she tried to figure it out, the more muddled things got. Thuds drew her out of her thoughts. Focus on the happy for now, worry later. She told herself, pasting a smile on her face at the sound of Ty's footsteps.
Chapter Four
Ty woke up with a start. A dull buzzing reached his ears. For a second his blood pressure spiked and his heart pumped hard as he struggled to breathe. Nessa grabbed his arm. He peeked over his shoulder. She lay on her side, facing him, eyes closed, breathing slow and steady but her hand clasped him with strength but without clinging to him. He shut his eyes and focused on breathing in and out, slow and steady. She gave him a squeeze but didn’t withdraw her touch.
“You okay?” her voice came out muffled by the pillow.
He nodded his head and opened his eyes. “Yeah, bad dream.” He ran a hand over his face, his palm scraped over his stubble.
The sheets moved next to him and she sat up on her heels, naked, exposed and gorgeous. Her breasts hung heavy, dark nipples tightened due to the cool air. Her curls a mess, tangled around her face but they still called for him to sink his fingers in and hold on tight. His gaze swept over her, taking her all in. All of her, his for the taking if he’d ask. He just wished she belonged to him heart and soul. Despite their usual banter and the incredible act of openness in the bathroom last night, he couldn’t help but sense a distance had risen up between them recently.
She leaned forward, reached out and cupped his face. Her thumb brushed across his bottom lip, a soft smile on her mouth. “Anything I can do?”
He shook his head and kissed the pad of her finger. “Nope, just an old recurring dream. I’m late for practice and get cut from the team, oh, and I’m naked. Do programmers have dreams like that?”
She chuckled. “We have coding hell or clients that change their minds last minute.”
“Heh, I think I can relate when I’m hosting parties and the customers want fancy food or decorations or they invite more people than we can handle, but then again you know that.” He grinned, pleased to be able to share something in common with her.
He reached up and molded his palm around her hand, just holding it there. She lifted her head, watching him through the thick fan of her lashes. “Yeah, which reminds me we have to discuss what we still have left to do. But I think I’d rather help you move past your bad dream.”
“Oh yeah?” He scooted closer to her. “How would you do that?”
“Well,” she moved toward him but stopped just short of touching him. She pounced on him, pushing him down onto the mattress, straddling him before he could figure out a way to counter her. “Well, I’d start with your chest.”
She traced sneaky fingers over his pectorals, outlining his nipples like he had last night before pinching him. A shot of lightening zipped to his groin, setting him on fire as it went. His half-hard cock thickened as heat flooded his shaft. He bucked. She grabbed onto his shoulders and held on until he settled once more.
“Careful, honey.” He gripped her hips tighter just in case.
“I know.” She pushed back and bent down to lick his nipple with quick flicks. “Now sometimes I find myself so caught up in how strong you are, reminding me of all the times I’ve kissed my way across this strong…wide…chest,” her words were interspersed with kisses as she traced the tattoo of prowling storm clouds down his side. He tried to keep still and not pull away but failed when she got to the part of his chest where the ribs ended. He let out a yelp and laughed.
“Whoa, there, baby. I’m sorry.”
She chortled and placed her hands on his chest, drawing his attention to the way her breasts plumped together. “I’m sorry, I did it on purpose. Ready for more, or do you need a minute?”
He shook his head. “Keep going, baby.” Even though he wanted to stop her, lift up her breasts and suck on her nipples until he could have her squirming and
panting for him.
Their phones buzzed; his from the nightstand and hers from the purse. Annoyance rose up. He glanced at the clock, seven in the morning and sent up a silent prayer it wasn’t his mom warning him of one of his aunt’s impromptu drive-bys. This was not the way he wanted to start off his day.
He reached over and grabbed his phone while she scrambled off the bed. They answered at the same time.
“Hey pumpkin, sorry to call you so early, but your Aunt Patty is coming by.” The doorbell rang, drowning out his mothers words. Aw hell!
“Mom! Shit!” Ty leapt off the mattress only to fall, hitting his head on the floor as his legs got tangled up in the sheets.
“Tyler Alexander Smith, don’t you take that tone with me. I am your mother and I will not hesitate to drive all the way from San Antonio to come whoop your butt with a switch.”
Shame burned inside of him, setting his face aflame. “Sorry, Momma,” he muttered.
“I didn’t hear you.” Her tone brokered no argument.
“I’m sorry, Momma.” His voice came out low and pitiful as the bell pealed again.
“Apology accepted, now go answer the door for your Aunt Patsy. She brought over some fresh biscuits with that awful fake butter. Lord, knows she needs to lose weight and all, but really? Subjecting us to that health stuff they call butter.” His mother snorted. “Anyway, I just called to warn you. Have fun with Vanessa.”
“I will, Momma.” He hung up, tossed the phone on the bed, grabbed his pants and pulled them on.
Vanessa paced on the far side of the room, head down, conversation in muted tones. She glanced up. “I’ll join you in a second.” Worry creased the corner of her eyes and formed brackets at the end of her mouth. It was too early in the day for her to be this worried. She must be talking to her family, he thought. It was the only reason he could think of to put her in so foul a mood this early. He rushed over and, pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll rush right back and make that frown disappear.”
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