by Sami Lee
How could Summer say no to that? She braced herself for his attentions, only to find the second his warm tongue traveled down to circle her entrance she nearly melted into the mattress. He slipped inside her, and Summer gasped, clutching the pillow either side of her head. He repeated the maneuver, again and again, dipping only a short distance into her channel.
Summer squirmed, loving the teasing contact but wanting more. Ty lifted his head, and she couldn’t prevent a sound of disappointment from escaping. He grinned. “You like it.”
“It’s nice.”
“You want me to go deeper?”
Summer’s pulse spiked. Her answer was breathy. “Yes.”
He gripped her buttocks and lifted her to his face. This time when he put his tongue inside her, he drove it in farther, filling her with warm wetness. She felt her own body’s response, cream seeping from her center and onto Ty’s tongue.
He groaned, the sound of pleasure vibrating through Summer’s pussy. Her stomach clenched, her nipples tightened. Summer fisted her hands tighter in the pillow as Ty continued to stroke inside her with his flickering tongue, lapping up the evidence of her arousal as though it were a delicacy.
“You taste so good,” he murmured, lifting his head so his mouth was once again above her. He covered her with his open lips, then sent that talented tongue out to bathe her eager clit in warmth.
Summer shuddered, felt herself beginning to climb. Ty inserted two fingers into her channel, their entry made easy by the slickness he’d created inside her. God, had she really thought she hadn’t wanted him to do this? He stroked her clit up and down with his tongue, syncopating the movements with the thrusts of his fingers.
When the climax washed over her, she wrenched her head to the side and bit the pillow, like some out-of-control creature. Ty pumped his fingers as she hurtled through it, holding her clit between his lips as the sensations peaked.
When they began to ebb he let her go, slowly pulling his fingers out. He moved over her, reaching to the bedside table for the box of protection he’d brought. Summer added her grip to his, helping him roll the latex over his straining erection. She opened for him, her legs lax from her orgasm. Ty grasped her thighs and parted them farther, embedding himself in one thrust.
“Yes.” It was all Summer could say. Yes to everything. He held himself above her with his elbows while he pushed inside her, drawing out the pleasure with the lazy movement of his hips. He brushed the hair back from her face, watching her eyes as he rocked into her. Then he bent and kissed her neck, finding that pulse point once more and nipping at it with his teeth.
As though the action had somehow infected her veins, Summer’s blood heated anew. Her muscles convulsed around Ty’s cock. She came again while Ty thrust into her harder, faster. He swore softly as he jerked his hips a final time and released himself.
Afterward, Ty rolled off her with a heavy breath and some muttered words Summer couldn’t hear over the pounding of her pulse. Panting, she asked, “What did you say?”
“I said, you win. Sex is better than surfing.”
Weak with exhaustion, Summer tried to laugh but couldn’t. “It wasn’t before?”
“It was a tie. But you…hell, you’re incredible. There’s never been anyone like you, Sum. I want you to know that.”
Rising dawn had spilled more light into the room. Turning her head on the pillow, Summer studied his profile. His eyes were closed, his arms thrown behind his head. Her gaze trailed downward to that mark of red ink, the cracked heart. Who was she, Ty?
Swallowing the question that wanted to burst forth, Summer rolled over and placed her closed mouth against the artwork instead. His heart thumped against her lips as she kissed around the design, marking his heart the way he’d marked hers long ago, with a scar that had never fully healed. Eventually she found her way to his flat nipple and worked her tongue over it, until Ty’s hand came down to spear through her hair.
Summer placed her forehead on his chest and tried to catch her breath. “I want to make up for lost time. I want to be with you as much as I can until…” she swallowed the lump in her throat, “…until you leave.”
“Yeah. I want that too.”
“When will you leave, Ty?”
His grip on her hair loosened, until he was slowly running his fingers through it. “Next weekend. My parents’ anniversary dinner is on Friday. I’d planned to leave right after that, but I can afford to stay until Sunday. It’s the latest I can leave it if I want to make it to Bells on time.”
Today was Sunday. They had a week. It didn’t seem like enough, but it was also too long. The more time Summer spent with him, the more it would hurt when he was gone again. Yet Summer said, trying for lightness, “Okay. That might be long enough for me to try everything I want to try, I suppose.”
“Oh really? What kind of stuff are we talking about here?”
“Nothing you’ve never done, I’m sure.” Satisfied that she had arranged her expression into one of suitable mischievousness, Summer lifted her head and smiled. “But I’ve been very prudent while you’ve been off taking on the world. I don’t feel like being prudent this week.”
His slow smile was as sexy as sexy could be. “In that case, babe, I’m your man.”
Chapter Eight
“But here, Ty? I don’t think so.”
“Come on.” Ty nuzzled Summer’s earlobe. “I’ve been very accommodating about the numerous places and positions you wanted to try the last few days.”
“That’s been a hardship, has it?”
“You know that’s not what I meant. I’m a huge fan of doing it in the shower and on the kitchen bench and with you bent over the dining table.” That last had been his favorite so far. Ty’s already stiff dick swelled and throbbed at the memory of Summer’s lithe little body bent over like that while she asked him pretty please to fuck her. “But I reckon it’s your turn to act out one of my fantasies.”
Summer looked out the windshield at the star-dotted night. “I can’t believe you’ve never done it in a car before.”
Was that an edge he heard in her voice? Ty tried not to enjoy the possibility she was once again displaying the nasty streak of jealousy she made such an effort to keep under wraps, but he couldn’t help it. He did enjoy it, even though he knew they’d agreed this affair was temporary. Summer wanted to do sex sixty ways til Sunday, and on that Ty could certainly accommodate.
Ty grinned and let his hand trail farther down, until it was almost touching her breast.
“I never got as far with you as I would have liked back then.”
“And you know why that is.”
And there it was, the reason she was freaking out in the front seat of his Monaro when they’d practically defiled every single piece of furniture in her apartment in the last three nights. “You have to let go of your guilt, Sum. We did nothing wrong that night. All we did was fall…for each other.”
He’d been about to say in love but he pulled back on saying the L-word at the last minute for reasons he didn’t understand.
“I did a lot of things wrong back then.”
The sadness in her voice made Ty look into her face. In the scant moonlight, she looked so fragile, like a beautiful ornament made of spun glass he could break if he didn’t handle with the utmost care.
Ty quelled the surge of protectiveness by reminding himself she hadn’t broken all those years ago. She got over him fine and nowadays ran her life the way she wanted to. Summer Campbell was tougher than she looked.
“We were young, too young to know what the hell we were doing. Let’s leave it at that and make out already.”
His suggestion had the desired effect. Summer laughed, the tension easing out of her. She tilted her head when he kissed her neck. “Like a couple of teenagers with nowhere else to go, huh? Whatever turns your dial.”
“Yours too, babe. I can turn your dial anytime I want.” To prove his point, Ty captured her sweet breast in his hand and started gently kne
ading through the cotton of her T-shirt. Looking into her face, he saw her eyelids grow heavy in response. Against his palm, he felt the hard jut of her nipple.
“You’re way too confident, Ty Butler. I can’t be the first girl you’ve brought down here in your car.”
He’d parked the car at Wilson’s Point, a secluded spot with a view of the beach that had been used by the local kids as a weekend hangout for as long as Ty could remember. Tonight being Wednesday, they were the only ones here. “Will you hate me if I say you’re not?”
“A little.”
Ty brushed his thumb over her nipple, increasing pressure until she arched into the touch. “Enough to get out and walk home?”
Her eyes widened in mock disbelief. “You wouldn’t make me.”
“I’m bad news, haven’t you heard?”
“Oh yeah. All the girls at school talk about you,” Summer said with a faint smile, surprising him by jumping into the role-play with both feet. “They say I should stay away.”
“So why did you come down here with me then?”
“As I’m sure you know, I seem to have trouble saying no to you.”
Ty knew his smile must appear wolfish. “Music to my ears, babe. Let me touch you under your shirt.”
Summer bit her lip. “I shouldn’t. It’s wrong.”
“Which is why you want me to do it.” Ty was already slipping his fingers beneath the hem of the black cotton top, skimming the flat planes of Summer’s stomach, gradually inching higher.
She shifted in the passenger seat. Ty could smell her arousal, a musky aroma that filled the car. Still she played the role of the reluctant innocent so well Ty’s dick strained against the seam of his cargo shorts. “Ty. I’m scared.”
“Don’t be. This will feel good.” Ty at last closed his hand over Summer’s breast, only the flimsy lace of her bra between them now. He held the material in his thumb and forefinger, shifting it back and forth so it gently abraded the distended tip of her breast.
“Oh.” Summer’s spine arched off the car seat. “That feels so…”
“I told you it’d feel good. You can trust me, babe.” Tugging the fabric of her bra aside, Ty molded her naked breast in his hand. “How’s that?”
“Oh, Ty.”
“Will you show them to me?”
“You mean…take off my top?”
“Yeah. I only want a peek. I bet they’re so pretty in the moonlight.”
Ty saw the raw desire, the flaring heat in Summer’s eyes, and was amazed she was managing to keep up the pretense of innocent uncertainty. Hell, Ty had no idea how he was keeping from jumping on her and feasting, other than the possibility he was bewitched by how hot this playacting was.
“Come on. Please?” God he even sounded like a kid desperate to cop his first feel. Not that he remembered having to work this hard for it. From the time he was fifteen, girls had seemed to make a direct beeline for him.
Right now, he’d trade in all those easy lays for one glimpse of Summer’s gorgeous little tits.
“Okay,” she finally said, making Ty’s cock jerk and swell. “Only for a minute.”
She grabbed the hem of her shirt and drew it over her head, a slow strip that brought Ty’s rapidly thumping heart to his throat. With a shy dip of her head, Summer reached for the front clasp of her bra and released it too, shrugging out of the garment and dropping it to the floor.
“Oh my God, Summer.” The awe wasn’t faked. Although he’d seen her naked several glorious times now, seeing her sitting here in his car in nothing but her short denim skirt, with the moonlight casting a glow over her flesh was somehow the hottest sight of his life. “You’re beautiful. I’m going to have to touch you. I can’t look at you and not touch you.”
“Wait.” Summer held up a hand when he advanced. “What about you?”
Working out what she meant through the fog of lust clouding his brain took a minute. Then Ty made quick work of shucking his own T-shirt, tossing it in the back seat. The way she looked at him turned up the heat. “You’re so strong.”
Ty choked out a laugh that was half amusement and half insane pleasure. Summer screwed up her nose, the playful act dropped for the moment. “That was too cheesy.”
“No, no, no,” Ty assured her as he captured her mouth in a series of impassioned kisses. “Keep going, you’re making me so hot.” Not even during the years when he really had been a teenager fumbling around in cars with girls had any one of them gotten him this tightly wound.
Not a one of them, except Summer.
The exploratory touch of her fingers to his chest made his pectorals twitch like the muscles of a thoroughbred before a race. “I love your muscles,” she whispered.
“I love these.” Ty lifted his hands and cupped both her breasts. “I have to play with them. Is that okay?”
She did that sexy lip-biting thing again. “Okay.”
Ty lifted their slight weight, gently massaging. When he added the sure stroke of his thumbs over the gem-hard tips, Summer’s head dropped back against the reclined seat, a long moan escaping her lips.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Ty asked, knowing he wasn’t.
“It hurts when you stop.”
“Here?” Ty took one of her stiff nipples between thumb and forefinger and tweaked.
“Oh! They ache so much.”
“I can fix that.” Ty dipped his head and placed a soft kiss on each jutting peak. “Better?”
Her breathing was ragged. “No,” she complained.
“How about this?” Ty took each nipple into his mouth for a long, wet suck that drew a moan from Summer’s throat and his.
When he lifted his head to gaze into her eyes, they were filled with the anguish of thwarted lust. She said, a pleading lilt in her voice, “It’s not enough.”
“I’ll give you more.” Would he ever. “If you take off your panties.”
“Oh, Ty. I can’t.”
Releasing her breast, Ty moved a hand up her leg until it slipped under her skirt. Her inner thigh was wet. “They’re all hot and sticky. You’ll feel better with them off.”
“I’m…I’m a virgin.”
Her faux admission hit him in the chest like a hammer blow. Once upon a time, she had been that pure and untouched, and he’d been so close to being the one she gave the gift of her innocence to. Ty hadn’t realized until this moment how deeply he’d lamented not being Summer’s first.
“Let me show you what it’s all about,” he husked. “I’ll make your first time feel so good, I promise.”
“I really like you. A lot.”
“I like you too, sweetheart.” Ty touched her face, a little daunted by how much of an understatement that was. “I won’t do anything to hurt you.”
“I know.” She smiled, a slow curve of her lips that melted his heart. “I trust you, Ty. I want it to be you. I always have.”
The words had an air of veracity to them that made his chest constrict. He rasped, “Climb in the back seat.”
Her body was so slight it was easy for her to worm through the front bucket seats. The first-class view her actions gave Ty of her white-cotton-covered ass made him groan aloud. Not being small enough to fit through the gap himself, he got out the driver’s side and hurried to open the back door and get in.
Summer was way over on her side, one arm modestly covering her breasts. Ty wasn’t sure if she was acting that part or actually being diffident. Summer still wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable with parading around naked in front of him.
Ty reached for her arm and pulled it away from her body. He slid her across the seat toward him. “You should never be shy, Summer. You’re so perfect.”
He cupped her cheek and kissed her full on the mouth. She melted to him instantly, her still-hard nipples scraping his chest. Her hands traveled downward, until her fingers brushed the stiff pole of his cock. The touch sparked his impatience, and in moments he had her on her back on the seat with her panties off.
When he wedged himself between her legs and started tonguing her pussy, Summer cried out. “Oh, God. What are you doing to me?”
Ty lifted his mouth and inserted a finger into her channel. “Getting you ready for my cock. You’ll need to be slippery to fit me in without it hurting.”
She squirmed. “I’m wet. I feel ready.”
“A little bit more.” Ty inserted a second finger, plunging them in and out while he licked at her lips and clit.
“Oh my…I’m going to…”
Ty stopped what he was doing, eliciting a loud complaint from Summer. He loved making her come, but he wanted to make her do it with his cock. Rising to his knees on the seat, he ripped open his shorts and pushed them down, taking a moment to pluck a condom from his back pocket and roll it on.
Quickly, he aligned himself above her again, the tip of his erection nestled against the wet folds of her sex. Forgetting to play the clueless virgin, Summer grabbed hold of his ass and tried to pull him farther inside her.
Ty held back with a Herculean effort. “I have to go slow, babe.”
“Damn it, Ty.” The twenty-eight-year-old woman was back, the one who’d recently discovered what an adventure sex could really be and was greedy to experience all of it at once. “I don’t want slow.”
She never did. Since he kind of enjoyed being contrary with her, Ty renewed his determination to string this out. “It’s your first time. You have to let me do it my way.”
She muttered what sounded suspiciously like a curse word and lifted her hips. Ty let her draw him in a little farther, holding his position with all his willpower. She was so hot, as tight as a fist. He was itching to plunge all the way inside in one swift move, but he inched in gradually, exactly as he would have done had he been given the privilege of taking her virginity.
Halfway to heaven, Ty brushed hair that had gone wild from Summer’s face. In the shadows of the back seat, he couldn’t see much, but he wanted her to look at him anyway. He needed the connection. “I’m the only one who’s ever made you feel like this, Sum. Remember that for me.”
