by Sabre Rose
The sound of his voice vibrated through his chest as I leaned against his back. There was no way I could resist him. Not when he was standing before me broken and bruised. Not when the words on his lips were the very ones I had been dying to hear.
Snaking my other hand around his waist, I let it fall lower, dipping to the waistband of his jeans and fumbling with the button until it released and I was able to push his jeans over his hips. His boxers followed suit, falling to the ground, and I released my hold on him, once again trailing my fingers over his flesh until I stood facing him, looking him up and down as he had done to me so many times before.
His cock stood tall and hard, straining to get closer to me. But I stood still and let my eyes slide over him. He reached out to me and my body wanted to lurch towards him, throwing myself into his arms and crushing my mouth against his, but I backed away.
“Lauren, please don’t torture me like this. Let me touch you.”
Mimicking the wicked grin he had given me so many times before, I shook my head. “No touching.” And then I began to undress. Slowly. One item at a time sliding across my skin and falling to the ground. Tyler took himself in his hand, gently stroking back and forth as I undressed. His eyes danced over my body, watching my movements as my clothes fell away and I was left naked before him.
“Can I touch you now?” he asked almost reverently.
I stepped so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “No,” I breathed, running my lips over his with the faintest of touches.
Groaning, Tyler’s hands moved to the curve of my waist.
“No touching,” I scolded, batting them away.
A devilish desire had overtaken me. I wanted to torment him. I wanted to make him suffer. As I sunk to my knees, I let my breath fondle his skin, skimming over his chest, his abdomen, and down the valley that led to his erection. Letting my hot breath wash over him, his cock twitched under my attention, straining hard, almost throbbing in anticipation. I kissed the insides of his thighs and pressed my mouth to the tender flesh of his groin. Moaning once again, Tyler’s hands pushed into my hair, but I plucked them away, warning him with a daring look. Instead, he ran them through his own hair, pushing out his chest as he took in a deep breath, his cock surging towards me. Teasing and taunting him with my hands and my mouth, I carefully made sure I touched him everywhere but the place he wanted it most. I let my tongue swirl over his salty skin as he breathed and moaned, wanting to take control. But this wasn’t about his control. It was about mine.
Getting to my feet once again, I walked behind him and pressed the length of my body against his, my breasts crushing against his back, my hands again curving around his waist and dipping low until they found his hardness. A sharp hiss of air escaped him when I finally took him in my hands. His head rolled back as I worked him and a rush of desire soared within me. Wetness pooled between my legs. He was so hard, so virile. And he was all mine.
“Lauren, please,” he begged.
Lifting to my tiptoes, I held my mouth against his ear as I spoke. “I have missed you too, Tyler Thornton. I have missed the way you made me feel. The insane amount of desire that I felt every time I looked at you. I missed your mouth, your hands, your—”
“Now,” Tyler said sharply, all the begging and pleading of his tone long gone. “I need you now. I want you now.” He twisted in my embrace, my hands leaving his cock as he took my face in his hands and crushed his mouth against mine. His movements were urgent and demanding, despite his injuries. His hands feverishly explored every part of my body as though it were the very first time. They were knotted in my hair, clutching the soft flesh of my breasts, fondling the cheeks of my backside, slipping into my folds. His mouth joined the assault. He was everywhere.
My body turned to fire.
My breaths turned to pants.
My skin glistened with desire and sweat and longing.
“You feel so good,” Tyler growled. Spinning me around, his hard cock pressed against my backside, his hands gripped to my breasts. “You have no idea how I’ve dreamt of this. How many nights I’ve lain there and imagined being inside you again.”
Sliding himself over my entrance, I opened my legs, allowing him better access, urging him to take me. The time for teasing had gone and I was desperate to feel him. Not needing any further encouragement, Tyler thrust inside me, plunging in without preamble and sinking himself with a contented sigh. He withdrew slowly, allowing me to feel every inch of hardness until there was only the tip remaining pressed against my entrance, and then he plunged back inside again, causing moans of pleasure to fall from my lips. He felt so right. My body welcomed him, tingling with the sensation of longing that had built for so long.
As Tyler dove into me, somewhere at the back of my mind, I became aware of the sound of keys jiggling in a lock. Then the familiar creak of the front door sounded and Sadie’s cheerful voice floated down the hall and into the bathroom. I had forgotten that she was due home.
Tyler froze, his cock still hard but his movements stilled. “Fuck,” he cursed, withdrawing. “What’s she doing here?”
With the sweat and lust of our encounter still covering my body, I laughed as he fumbled around the floor, looking for his clothes.
“She lives here.”
Holding his shirt to his chest, Tyler quickly pulled me to him. “Let’s go to my place.”
I bit the lobe of his ear, sending shivers through his body, all the while being aware that the bathroom door was still open. Sadie could appear at any second. “No. Let’s get dressed,” I replied, pushing him away.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Look at this? There is no way this is going down.” He peered at his erection still standing strong as I gathered clothing off the floor and hurriedly tried to pull it on. “Let’s sneak into your room before she sees us,” he suggested.
“There you are,” Sadie’s voice greeted us at the doorway. “Oh my!” Her voice rose an octave. “Oh my,” she said again, covering her eyes. “I did not want to see that. Tyler is that your naked arse in my bathroom?”
“You wouldn’t have to see it if you walked away.”
Sadie moved her fingers, peeking through the gaps. “But where would the fun be in that?” She winked at me, barely able to control her laughter. “Oh, please tell me you two were not just about to have sex in my bathroom.” Then she added, “And what happened to your face?”
Tyler, having covered the indecent parts of himself, grinned wickedly. “Not just about to. Already—”
“Stop!” Sadie shrieked. “Okay, you win. I’m officially more embarrassed than you now. I’m going to the lounge. I don’t care what happened to your stupid face. Join me when you’re finished.” Her eyes flew wide. “Not finished, finished. Finished as in decent.” She let out an exasperated sigh. “Just get dressed, okay?”
As soon as she left the doorway, Tyler’s clothes dropped to the floor again and his lips were on my neck. “I think we should finish before I explode.”
Laughing, I pushed him away. “I am not having sex while Sadie is out there waiting for us. She’ll know exactly what’s going on.”
“And?” Tyler asked, still attempting to convince me.
“And nothing.”
Dropping his head into his hands, Tyler groaned. “I can’t walk out like this.”
“I can still hear you guys,” Sadie yelled out. “Remember the walls are paper thin in this house.”
“This is not the reunion I was expecting,” he sighed grumpily. “How long until—”
I folded my arms and glared at him teasingly.
“Okay,” he said. “I get it. It’s not happening right now. Curse you Sadie Anderson!” he yelled. Sadie’s laughter drifted down the hall. “But as for you.” Tyler wrestled with his jeans. “I will be dealing with you later if my balls haven’t fallen off by then.”
Tyler sunk glumly to the couch when we finally made our way into the lounge. His displeasure was not lost on Sadie and I th
ink she enjoyed the torment she was putting him through. Picking up a cushion from the couch he placed it over his crotch.
“So I take it you two are back together?” she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes innocently but not waiting for an answer. “Well there needs to be some house rules if you are to be spending time here, Tyler. First of all, no having sex in places that I could possibly walk in on. I do not need to see that pale, naked arse again. Got it?”
That brought a grin to Tyler’s face. “Sure thing.”
“And no making sex noises, you know? Keep things quiet. I don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to hear Tyler grunting and groaning as he—”
“Okay, okay.” I laughed. “No more details. I think we get it.”
18
LAUREN
Sadie insisted on hanging around the house with the sole purpose of pissing off Tyler. He could barely concentrate, his hands slipping to my body every chance they got, but then Sadie would notice and clear her throat loudly until he pulled himself away and then she would laugh until she was breathless.
By the time evening faded into night, Sadie had had enough of her teasing and left to go out for dinner with some friends, but not before listing off rules of where we could and could not have sex in the house, grinning wickedly the entire time.
When she yelled her goodbyes and the door shut behind her, Tyler stood from the couch, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, firmly shutting the door behind him. Spinning me around, he pushed me against the back of the door, his hand either side of my face, caging me with his body. He didn’t speak. He didn’t do anything other than stare at me for a very long time. The intensity of his gaze sent sparks of desire fizzling under my chest and down to the depths of my being. I didn’t move though. There was something challenging and demanding in the way he looked at me. Something so scorched with lust, I was frozen, trapped by the demand of his eyes, waiting for the command of his mouth.
Tyler’s chest rose and fell as he reached out and trailed a single finger over my cheek, down my neck, between the swells of my breasts under the fabric and then toyed with the hem of my shirt, lifting it just high enough for a strip of flesh to be exposed. He lowered himself, eyes locked on mine until his mouth found the exposed skin and left moist trails of desire in its wake.
I drew in a breath of air as his mouth worked across my belly. His lips danced along the waistband of my jeans, before moving upwards, no flesh left unattended until finally, he found my breast. Taking as much of the soft flesh in his mouth as he could, his tongue swirled around my nipple, and I caught my lip between my teeth, breathing deeply as the sensation overwhelmed me.
“My god, Tyler,” I moaned under his attention.
At the sound of my words, his mouth moved away and he tore at my clothing, suddenly desperate. He fumbled, my t-shirt getting tossed over my head and floating to the ground and my jeans following suit. He moved quickly and fluidly until I was naked before him, and he was naked before me. I didn’t even see him remove his clothing, but there he stood, still encasing me with his body as I leaned against the door.
“Kneel,” he commanded.
My body trembled as I obeyed, all the times he had used that tone, that voice of command with me before, racing through my head. But there was something different about this time. It was a command and a question. A wish, not an expectation. I knelt before him, heart beating rapidly, excitement pooling as I waited to be told what to do next. I loved how he could do this to me. I loved how one movement, one word, could demand so much and have me quivering to please him. I missed pleasing him. I wanted to please him. I ached to please him. It was a physical need, an emotional longing.
Tilting my chin so I looked into his eyes, Tyler bent down to kiss me gently and softly. “You are the most beautiful thing in the world.”
A million emotions ran through me. Excitement and terror. Pleasure and torture. Lust and longing.
“Tell me you want me, Lauren. I need to hear those words come out of your mouth.”
His finger was still under my chin as I spoke. “I want you, Tyler Thornton. Only you. Always you.”
Submitting to the pressure of his finger, I rose from kneeling on the backs of my legs and lifted as his mouth found mine. His hand dipped between my legs and he groaned against my mouth when he discovered how wet I was.
“What will you do for me?” he asked.
“Anything,” I replied. I was under his spell, ready and willing to do whatever he wanted. Anything. Everything.
He cupped his hand to my cheek, then dragged his fingers over my jawline until he gripped my chin between his fingers. “Open.”
I did as asked, and Tyler guided himself into me, his hands knotting in my hair as I took him in my mouth. I squirmed as I bobbed up and down, the desire welling inside me so strongly, I felt the need to quell it before I came without him even touching me. Tyler’s hands moved to the back of my head, pulling me to him, suffocating me on his hardness. He held me there for the briefest of moments before releasing, letting himself fall from my mouth as I gasped for air. But it only made me eager for more. I moved to take him in my mouth again, but he pulled me to my feet, his mouth claiming mine as he turned me and walked me backwards until the bed hit the back of my knees and I fell onto the soft covers. Gripping my thighs, Tyler pulled until my backside was perched on the edge of the bed. Then, with the pressure of his hands on the inside of my thighs, he opened me, his eyes darkening with lust when I was fully exposed. Hot breath teased my flesh. The stroke of his tongue was as light as a feather at first, teasing and toying before applying pressure and diving into me. It was almost too much. My body had been on alert since our encounter in the bathroom, longing for him as we sat on the couch, trying to keep our hands to ourselves, and now, finally, after all the build-up, I was afraid I was about to explode and shatter all over him after a few masterful strokes of his tongue.
“You taste so good.” His mumbled words vibrated over my sensitive flesh.
His finger joined the assault, slipping inside me, back and forth, slick with my arousal.
“Tyler, careful,” I moaned, not wanting the sensation to push me over the edge just yet.
“No,” he said, inserting another finger and increasing the pressure. He put his mouth over the apex of my sex, sucking as his fingers worked inside. Looking down at his dark and mussed hair between my legs, his mouth latched to me, and his eyes flicking up to meet mine was too much and I cried out loudly as an orgasm ripped through me.
“Tyler!” I panted as the waves of pleasure crashed over me.
Rising from his position on the floor, Tyler climbed over me. “I love hearing my name on your lips like that.”
Grabbing himself, he rubbed his cock back and forth over my clit, the softness and the hardness contrasting in a way that made my body jerk and twitch, overly sensitive. And then he guided himself in, moaning delightfully as he sunk in deeply. My walls clamped around his hardness, the feeling almost too much after my recent explosion, and I gripped his hips with my thighs, preventing him from pushing in any further.
“Relax,” he said, increasing the urgency of his penetration.
“I can’t,” I panted. Every cell was on edge. Every nerve tingled.
Tyler’s hands wove into my hair, knotting themselves and jerking my head backwards so he could kiss my neck. When he reached the tender curve, the dip of my neck he loved so much, the feeling of his mouth melted my body and Tyler sunk in deeper, sighing as he pushed in all the way. Moving back and forth slowly, he allowed time for me to recover as our bodies pressed against each other with each rock and thrust. When all resistance had left me, when my body was warm and subdued to his touch again, Tyler sat back on his knees so he could watch where our bodies joined.
“Play with yourself,” he said.
Needing little encouragement, I moved to the wetness, toying with myself as he rocked within me, his eyes trained to where I pleasured myself. His movements
became harder, faster, sharper as he thrust into me, giving little heed to the way my bed rocked and banged against the wall.
“You’re getting tighter,” he said as the pressure inside me built. “Come for me, Lauren. Let me feel you.”
And I did, panting out his name once again as he held his hand over my mouth, releasing his essence into me until he was finally spent and lay over me, our bodies slick with sweat.
Having excused myself to the bathroom, I slipped back under the covers, relishing the warmth of Tyler’s body. I snuggled into his side, one leg splayed across his, arm draped across his stomach and head resting on his chest. Placing a kiss on the top of my head, Tyler squeezed, his arm crushing me closer to his side.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
The light from the lamp on the street shone through my window, casting strange shadows across the bed.
“For what?” Sleep was pulling me into a lazy haze of comfort.
“For taking me back. For understanding. For forgiving me.”
“I would have waited forever,” I said. And in that moment I knew it to be true. There would be no other man for me. Tyler was my everything. All I ever wanted. Even though I had broken up with him, I knew I would never be able to stay away from him forever, but I was still glad we had that time apart. Time for me to reflect on what I wanted, what I needed, and time for Tyler to do the same. Gabe was merely a brief part of my past, one that we needed to accept, but one that no longer mattered. Both Tyler and I knew what we wanted.
And what we wanted was each other.
“She’s telling him tomorrow.” Tyler didn’t need to say who. The revelation of his news was never far from my thoughts.
“When are you going to meet him?” I whispered.
Tyler shifted under me as he reached for the floor, pulling his cell phone out of his jeans lying discarded on the ground. “Claudia wants to give him a bit of time to wrap his head around this new development in his life. I’m going there next weekend. That will give him a week to adjust to the idea. Part of me wonders if he would want to wait that long. I know if I found out that the father I previously thought was dead was suddenly announced as alive, I wouldn’t want to wait that long to meet him. But it’s Claudia’s decision. She’s been there for this kid his whole life. I’m just an unexpected interruption to it.”
