Conklin's Blueprints

by Brooke Page

  The water was warm and refreshing and I instantly relaxed. Just as I was turning off the faucet Tyler came sauntering into the bathroom. He started to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. I kept my head low in the bubbles. He moved over by the door and flicked a few switches. The lights started to dim and soft classical music started to play in the background. It was quite the mood setting, and I wondered if he had swooned other women in this bathtub. I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind. He said he didn’t really have relationships, and he made it sound like he only had done ‘quick fucks’, so romance probably wasn’t a part of his usual repertoire.

  “Still okay if I join you?” he asked, pulling off his white undershirt. I nodded my head, hiding in the bubbles. He was going to undress in front of me. I had obviously seen parts of him, but not all at once in the open. He started to undo his pants, and I turned my head to the wall, looking at the intricate tile. I heard him let out a soft chuckle as he pulled his pants down.

  The water swooshed around the tub as Tyler sat down across from me. He reached for my foot and started to rub it. I finally turned my head to look at his grinning face.

  “You don’t have to be so shy you know,” he said, his face alight with humor.

  I bit my lip, trying to contain my blush. I didn’t know what to say to him. Here I was naked in a bubble bath with Mr. Secretive. Maybe now would be the time to try and dig a little deeper into what it was he was hiding.

  “So when I was talking to Nathan today he said your mom was hoping you and your brothers would come visit her more when she gave you the condos.”

  He rolled his eyes and took my other foot in his hands. “Yeah, I don’t know why. She wasn’t exactly mother of the year. She was more interested in keeping up with her social circle than being our mother.”

  My mother wasn’t always the greatest either, but we still got along. I still loved her, and I couldn’t imagine life without her. What could his mother have done to him that caused so much animosity?

  “How often do you see her?” I asked.

  He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, holidays, company parties.”

  “Does she call you a lot?”

  “Probably once or twice a week. I don’t always talk to her though.”

  “And you only see your dad at work?”

  “Mainly yes, and major holidays.”

  “Was your dad not around a lot when you were younger?”

  He set my foot down on the outside of his thigh and pulled my calves up so I would slide forward in between his legs. He put his hands on my hips. “Why all the probing questions?”

  Shoot, I had been caught. “I’m just trying to get to know you better,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. His hands ran to my back and pulled me closer to him, the inside of his elbows embracing my knees. It was surprisingly comfortable.

  “My mom is more enthralled with her wine than she is with me.”

  I tilted my head, “If she is calling you a few times a week I’m sure she wants to be in your life. Maybe you should give her another chance?”

  Tyler rolled his eyes and sighed, bringing his hands so they were behind his head. His biceps looked huge. He was so handsome even with a scowl on his face. I sat up and straddled him while putting my arms around his neck. He seemed startled by my action.

  “Hey, don’t be mad. Nathan just made it sound like you didn’t like your parents; I’m just trying to figure out why.”

  “Weren’t you the one avoiding your mother’s phone calls so you wouldn’t have to go to your family dinner a few weeks ago?” he said accusingly.

  “Yes, but I’m also the one who was willing to not come here with you unless I got back in time to go to family dinner.”

  He gazed at me as though he didn’t know what to think. Maybe he didn’t know what a normal family was? From what I had concocted in my brain, his dad didn’t make time for his family, and his mother was trying to cope with her husband not being there for her.

  “Come with me tomorrow.”

  Tyler furrowed his eyebrows. “To your parent’s house?” I nodded my head while biting my lip. He looked to be struggling with something internally.

  “Becca I don’t know…”

  He was worried about my dad. Not the normal worried for his approval, but worried about it getting out that we were seeing each other outside of work.

  “My dad won’t say anything. He understands how important it is to not mix your social life with your work life. Although I know there is more to it than that…” I trailed off. His hands were suddenly around me.

  “Stop it,” he spat. “Stop thinking like that. It’s my own issues, not because of you.”

  “What issues?” I said, sounding angry.

  He tilted his head back and groaned. “It’s my dad, okay; I don’t want him to know we are together.”

  There it was in black and white. He didn’t want his father to know. Not wanting him to have a sour mood the rest of the evening I decided to drop it. I could drill him on why another time.

  “Okay. But will you come with me tomorrow? I promise my family won’t say anything.” I rubbed my nose against his, trying to get a smile to cross his face. My pleading seemed to work because his arms held me tighter and a half smile came across his lips.

  “Okay I will go with you. Can we please enjoy the bath now?” he said, moving his hands from my shoulders to my behind giving each cheek a gentle squeeze. I giggled and squirmed.

  “Why did you want to take a bath anyway?” I asked, pressing myself against his chest.

  He swiftly laid me back against the tub wall and took a washcloth from the built in shelf. He put some body wash on it and rubbed it together and started to wash me everywhere.

  “What, you wanted to wash me? I did this an hour and a half ago. I could have saved you the trouble.” I giggled as his hand brushed against my side.

  “I want to kiss you all over,” he said moving his hands in between my thighs. I sucked in air as his hand made contact with my most intimate place. “I want you to feel comfortable.”

  I closed my eyes and took in a breath. The texture of the washcloth felt so different. Then my eyes popped open and I realized what he meant by kissing me all over. He had a sexy smile spread across his face. I grabbed his wrist and he furrowed his eyebrows at me.

  “What?” he asked.

  I bit my lip, afraid to tell him how much of a wimp I was for not wanting him to kiss me there.

  He shook his head smiling. “I think we are clean enough.” He lazily climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist then grabbed another towel and held it out for me to step into. My legs wouldn’t move under his stare. He rolled his eyes then closed them. “I won’t look,” he said, trying to hide his amusement.

  I carefully climbed out of the tub into the towel he held open for me. Keeping his eyes closed he helped me wrap it around my body, rubbing my shoulders with his hands. He slowly opened his eyes, his lips still containing the same amused smile. Tyler leaned in and kissed me gently.

  “I’m glad you came with me this weekend,” he said against my lips. I grinned into his mouth. “Now let me pay you back for when I left you hanging earlier.” My grin quickly faded as I looked at him wide eyed.

  His sexy smirk spread across his face as he ushered me to the bedroom. “Why don’t you lie down?” Tyler couldn’t contain the excitement in his eyes. I sat down on the bed holding the towel around my body. Tyler went over by the dresser and pulled out a remote that dimmed the lighting. I was half expecting music to start playing like it did in the bathroom. He pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed and urged for me to climb in. I kept the towel around me and scooted over to the other side of the bed where he had pulled the red covers back. He leaned over me, causing me to lie down underneath him as his lips found mine. They were so soft and welcoming. I ran my hands down his chest. He was still damp from the bath water. “What are you going to do to me, Tyler?” I whispered in
to his mouth.

  “Oh baby doll, I’m going to kiss you all over,” his voice was so low and intense, I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest.

  His lips grazed my jaw down my neck and to my chest. His hand was on mine, slowly moving it away from its tight grip on the towel. He pulled the towel to the side exposing my breasts. I tried to stop my body from quivering, but there was no use. The second his tongue touched my delicate skin I gasped.

  “Relax please,” Tyler’s words were muffled from entrapping my skin between his lips. I didn’t know where to put my hands so I settled for grasping the sheets.

  He traced his tongue down to my navel and then trailed kisses to my hipbone, drawing a line with his lips to my other hipbone. His breath was ragged now. He trailed his lips down my hip to the top of my thigh, getting closer and closer. My body started to tremble, whether it was from anticipation or fear, I wasn’t sure.

  “Tyler…” I whispered, gently grabbing a fist full of his hair. I tried to pull him up, but he fought me and kept creeping closer to my intimate area. I yanked a little harder, my nerves taking over. He grunted and looked up, grasping my wrists from his hair.

  “Would you relax?” he groaned, his eyes wildly looking into mine. “I’m going to do this, and you aren’t going to want me to stop.” Before I could further protest his mouth was on me and I gasped. The warmth of his breath combined with the smoothness of his tongue caused me to shiver.

  Tyler grunted into me, causing my skin to vibrate, it was so hot. His hands were wrapped around my thighs holding my legs opened. I felt so exposed, but at the same time I didn’t want him to stop.

  “Tyler, please,” I begged, grabbing another fistful of his hair. As good as it felt, I wanted him to be inside of me in other ways. He slowly shook his head, his tongue moving from side to side, causing a completely different sensation to unfold. I groaned loudly and arched my back. He moved his tongue up higher and made a circling motion. My breathing became erratic, and if it didn’t feel so amazing I would be embarrassed. I found my hands pushing him down versus pulling him up. He grunted again, “Do you like that?”

  His muffled words turned me on. Instead of circling me with his tongue, he started to suck and my whole body quaked. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he moved his finger in and out of me ever so slowly. I couldn’t contain it anymore, I had to let go. I never thought I could shake from my insides out. Tyler continued to move his tongue on me while my body simmered down, except the simmering was turning back into a boil.

  “Tyler, please, I want you to be inside of me,” I pleaded.

  I gasped as he entered me, but it wasn’t with what I originally wanted. His tongue was a tease, and I couldn’t take it anymore. His hands and mouth switched places as he gently caressed where he was sucking early with his fingers. My skin was boiling again, and before I knew it, the water was going to be all over the stove.

  I moaned again, digging my nails into his shoulders. I didn’t think I could come again so fast. He clearly knew what he was doing. The need for him grew so strong. “Ty, please,” I begged. Finally, he crawled up my body, and his mouth was on mine, kissing me passionately. It was weird at first because I could taste myself, but the need in his kiss made the awkwardness fade away. I ran my hands across his back, urging him inside of me. I could care less about a condom at this point. All I wanted was the closeness. He fought against me though and reached over to the end table drawer. I heard the familiar sound of foil. He ripped the top off with his mouth. His eyes were as wild as mine. His self-control was beyond me, and I’m sure afterwards I would be grateful for it. He quickly rolled the condom on and was inside of me before disposing of the wrapper. I could hear it crinkling in his fist as he thrust. I pulled him into me, feeling as though I could never get enough of him. He wrapped an arm underneath my back as I moved my hips higher, trying to reach that magic spot once again. He slowed his speed down knowing that was what I needed if I was going to come again. I didn’t care if I would come again. All I wanted was him to fill me, our bodies entwining. He pushed inside of me and stopped moving. The anxiety of waiting for him to move was making me mad, and the familiar pull was starting to rise to the surface again. I moaned into his mouth and pushed my hips up trying to create some friction. His breathing became ragged, “Becca slow down… ahh,” his voice turned raspy and needy. He was about to lose his control and that was what I needed to tip me over the edge. He pushed into me one last time, his body twitched, and I lost it again. My eyes rolled back and I let out one last moan. Tyler’s body relaxed on top of mine, his breath slowing in my ear. My hands were shaking as I tried to lay them on his biceps.

  Tyler rolled over on his back and pulled me to his side.

  “You’re still shaking baby,” he said holding me close. He pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly as my fingers trembled. “Are you going to be okay?”

  I nodded my head into his shoulder.

  “I think I proved my point,” he smirked.

  “What point is that?”

  “That you weren’t going to want me to stop.” His smile was smug as I blushed under his stare. His eyes softened at my embarrassment. He picked me up so I was on top of him, holding my face so I couldn’t hide in the nook of his shoulder.

  “Are you okay?” His face was serious.

  “I’m wonderful,” I said all doughy eyed. His serious expression turned back into one of amusement. “I don’t think I can move my legs.” I sighed, laying my head down on his chest.

  He laughed. “Good thing we don’t have to go anywhere, and it’s only a little after 7:00pm.”

  I took a deep breath , closing my eyes and feeling utterly content with Tyler stroking my back ever so gently. His chest smelled wonderful, like the oils I had poured into the bath. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, not thinking of anything that was complicated or taxing. Just as I was beginning to doze, Tyler’s phone started to ring from the bathroom. He grumbled and squeezed me. “I should go get that,” he muttered, lazily moving me to the side and climbing out of bed.

  I grabbed a pillow and hugged it as I watched him in the dim light, for the first time seeing him in all his glory. Wow. Now I really never wanted to stand in front of him completely naked. I watched him bend down to pick up his phone out of his pants pocket. He stared at the number with his head tilted to the side as though he was contemplating answering it. The phone stopped ringing before he picked up. He took a deep sigh and sauntered back into the bedroom, pulling out a pair of gym shorts and slipping them on.

  “Who was it?” I asked.

  He glanced up at me then back to his phone. “My mother.”

  “Are you going to call her back?” I tried not to sound too hopeful as I sat up, still holding the pillow to my chest.

  He bit his lip and shook his head no. I let my shoulders fall. “Well, I need to call my mom. Give her a heads up that I won’t be attending dinner alone. I should probably call Jamie to see if she is going to come. My mom is a big planner,” I said rolling my eyes. Tyler smiled and leaned over to kiss me.

  “You wouldn’t be willing to get my phone for me, would you?” My voice was small as I grabbed the pillow closer to my chest.

  His mischievous grin spread across his face, “If I say no will you get up and get it?” I frowned and cocked my head to the side. I didn’t want to roam across his condo naked in search for my phone. Knowing him, he would follow behind me with his greedy blue green eyes.

  He let out a low hum, “Fine… I will go get it for you.” He kissed my forehead and left the room. Once he left a smile of triumph spread across my face. I jumped out of bed and grabbed a T-shirt out of his drawer and went into my suitcase to put on one of the lacy black boy short panties Jamie packed for me. Just as I was getting somewhat dressed Tyler came back with a frown on his face.

  “Why did you put clothes on?” he asked with confusion in his voice. I shrugged my shoulders.

  “I don
’t know. Why did you put shorts on?”

  He smirked. “I had to get up and get your phone. I do like these though,” he said caressing the curve of my behind that touched the top of my thigh. “These look familiar.”

  I looked at him quizzically. I don’t think I had worn these in front of him before?

  His mischievous grin came back as he spoke. “The first night I brought you home when you were too drunk to take your pants off yourself, that’s when I saw them on you... but there is only one way to make sure,” he said, his grin expanding.

  Before I knew it he lifted me up, causing me to squeal. He threw me on the bed and lifted my shirt up so he could examine the lace. His eyes widened as he crawled on top of my legs.

  “Oh, yes… these are the ones,” he said, making way to rub his nose along the fine lace.

  I giggled and squirmed underneath him, “Tyler, stop!”

  His eyes were filled with amusement as he dipped his head down to kiss my intimates over the black lace. “Yes, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how good you must taste since I saw you in these.” He kissed me again. “Ever since the scent of you entered my nose from that night I haven’t been able to think straight.”

  Before he could kiss me again, I pulled on his hair. This time he came up to my face right away, his face glowing with mirth. “Are you kidding? You could smell me?” I was mortified. All night I had been dancing and sweating. That must have been why he wanted me to take a bath before he assaulted me with his mouth this evening. How embarrassing!

  It was as though he could read my mind. “It took everything in me to not start kissing you that night. My head was in such a fog because of how awesome you smelled.”

  I whipped my head back into the bed. “You have to be joking?”

  He shook his head from side to side, brushing his nose against mine. “You denying me has been torturous. Did you have a bad experience with it before?” He asked.