“This is for her?” Her voice was breathless.
Tyler was done with the pretense. “This is for you.”
Her eyes burst into flame. “Ty.”
He let his hands rest lightly on her hips, giving her the opportunity to extract herself. If he had gone too far, she could call a halt, laugh it off.
No one stopped. No one laughed.
Tyler waited for her next move, then realized it was on him.
“I’d rub your thighs, stroking my thumbs inside, inching higher but never quite getting there.”
“Never?”
“That’s the fun part. Not knowing how long it will take for me to touch you right there where you’re burning for me.”
She moved slightly, a reminder that her fabric-shielded pussy was right over his sweats-covered cock. A little power play, he suspected. It wasn’t just her burning for him, it was him dying for her, and she wanted him to know that.
With light strokes of his thumbs, he moved along her inner thighs, each path taking him closer to where they both needed him to be. With each rub, he increased the pressure and listened as first she whimpered, then moaned, then…squeaked.
“Sorry,” she said. “I sound weird when I get excited.”
“Like a chipmunk?”
She swatted at his chest. “No, like a bird. A sexy, uh, lark.”
He chuckled. “Okay. Sing away, sexy lark.” He brushed his thumb over her panties, and she gasped, then shuddered.
God, she was so fucking beautiful with all that dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her hazel eyes wide and lust-stoked.
He drew his hands back.
“What are you doing?”
“I missed a step.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, we just talked about how I’d start. With kissing. And I feel as if we’ve jumped into the middle of this. Not that it’s a bad place to be but—”
She claimed his mouth, and his world lit on fire.
Chapter Six
With fireworks going off behind her eyelids, Evie had to ask herself this incredibly important question: why have I never kissed this man before?
Sure, they’d hugged and pecked each other on the cheek and had even exchanged light butt pats, but they’d never locked lips in a way that made her shaky and hot and, most of all, wet.
She was so ramped up that she could guarantee to Ty right now that the guy-coming-before-the-girl concern was not going to be a problem at all. Only one light brush of his thumbpad against her clit—and yes, he hit the target on his first try—and she was this close to going full-scale sexy lark.
And she had no idea where that came from. It was a new sound, fitting because this was all new and terrifying. Sex with Tyler, with her best friend, deserved its own ringtone.
The shock of that hit her full-on: I’m going to have sex with Tyler.
Unless…shit, was she pressuring him into this like her high-school boyfriend had turned the screws on her in tenth grade?
Don’t overthink it. There were only kissing right now. Sexy, deep, wet kissing. The best kiss she’d ever had, because it was centered on her. The man had actually backtracked from the part of the process where he was more likely to get his rocks off, returning to a slow, sensual start with their mouths exploring and their tongues doing all the talking.
“Do you taste this good everywhere?” he asked against her swollen lips.
“I—I don’t know.”
“Bet you do. Bet you taste like candy here…” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “And here…” His lips sought that perfect intersection of her neck and shoulder and bit lightly on the cord of muscle there.
“Oh God.” She needed his mouth on her, in every place his tongue could delve. Leaning back, she peeled his tee over her head and let him see her naked for the first time.
His groan cracked something in her chest. The reverence in his expression made her shake. No one had ever looked at her like this, like she was a goddess dropped from the heavens. Still blushing, too, and hell, was that hot.
His hand shook as he clamped a big palm over her left breast. “You’re so soft.”
“Taste me.” She squeezed her breast, a little in awe herself at how good that felt, and offered it to him. Something else that felt new. Rarely did she ever think of herself as a gift for a man.
“Suck me, Ty. Suck my tit.”
He licked first, the velvet nap of his tongue shiver-shocking her with its erotic heat. Her nipples had hardened to peaks, and now blood rushed through her veins to meet the sensation of Tyler’s mouth closed over her breast.
She ran her fingers through his copper hair, loving that she had the freedom to do that now after all this time. Over his cock, she ground her body, seeking friction. The closeness was unbearable because it wasn’t enough.
She felt herself being lifted off—no!—and placed on her back on the sofa.
“Tyler, please—” She reached for his cock, needing to keep that connection between their bodies.
“Hush, city girl. Farm boy’s hungry.”
That made her giggle, but it died abruptly when he curled a finger in her panties. She watched the bulge of his throat, the hesitation in his eyes.
“Tell me to stop.”
“No.” Her voice had never sounded more assured. “I want this. I want you.”
He pulled them down, his gaze fierce on her exposed pussy, bare but for a little strip.
“Look at you,” he said, again with that shocking reverence. He palmed her inner thighs, spreading her wide for his viewing pleasure. “Look at how pretty and pink you are.”
Catching her eye, he murmured, “Gonna need a moment or two here. To explore.”
She nodded. Explore away. And then his fingers were in her folds, stroking, parting. Completely and utterly maddening. His head was tilted as he studied every inch of her, and throughout this examination, she turned wetter and wetter. Avidly, she watched as he discovered her like previously forbidden country, an ancient explorer treading a new frontier. His focus never wavered, his gaze unerringly erotic as he traced his fingers over that part of her she thought she knew pretty well. Seeing herself through Tyler’s eyes was awe-inspiring.
His thumb brushed over the hood of her clit, revealing it swollen and ready.
“You touch that and I’ll—”
Come!
Oh God. Just a glance of his thumb and she bucked, the orgasm taking hold and flinging her into the stratosphere. She opened her eyes to find him panting over her, his expression one of shock.
“Are you okay?”
“Better than okay.”
“That happened—uh—faster than I expected.”
“Hair-trigger clit.”
He looked…disappointed? And perhaps torn. “But…I wanted to taste you. Could I still—?”
“Get in there, my good man. Eat away.”
Grinning like a horny schoolboy, scooping her ass in his big hands, he positioned her for his suckling pleasure. First, a pass of his tongue that made them both groan. She was sensitive, and he seemed to know enough to stay away from her clit. Instead, he feasted on her plush tissues, spearing his tongue inside, sometimes soft, sometimes hard, always designed to wring more of those sexy lark sounds from her.
By the time he’d mapped every single pore between her thighs, she was ready for her clit to be touched again. She didn’t even have to ask. A quick, cruel suck and she came for a second time, screaming so loudly Mrs. Novak would likely appear with her broom at any moment.
…
Tyler thought that might be two orgasms. Not that he was counting or anything, but still. Two. From Evie.
He couldn’t believe she was here, letting him touch her like this. Letting him love every inch of her body. After all these years, he finally had her where he wanted her: wide-eyed and vulnerable, completely at his mercy, yet utterly aware of her power over him.
With one hand splayed over her mound, he drank her in: the breathless hea
ve of her pretty tits, the sheen of exertion over her olive skin, the trust in her eyes. So he’d confirmed that he could get a woman off—just—before he was likely to lose it himself. Now he wanted to revel in this moment.
“You going to get weird on me?” Evie asked.
“Too proud of myself.”
She laughed, big and boisterous. God, he loved her dirty, delicious laugh. “I’ve created a monster.” Leaning up, she curled a hand around his neck and kissed him, licking the taste of her come off his lips. She trailed a hand down his chest then pulled at his waistband. “Now let’s see what other monstrous things you have in store for me.”
He trapped her small hand in his big one. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?”
“The pity fuck.”
Shock flared in her eyes. “You think that’s what this is?”
“You were helping me out, showing me that I might have a few moves if I could ever persuade a woman to let me get her naked. But it’s not your responsibility to pop my cherry, Evie.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? My responsibility?” She sounded pissed, and a pissed Evie was a force to be reckoned with. “You think I’m doing this as a favor to your virgin penis? That I’m going to come this far and not reap the benefits? No way in hell is some other chick having you.”
Tyler swallowed at the ferocity he heard in her voice. “You mean having me first?”
She was panting, whether from desire or anger he wasn’t sure. “Right. First. No way am I letting another woman be your first, not when I’m right here dying for you to sink that cock inside me, deep and true. Not when I need to be filled and fucked to within an inch of my life. So, you’d better think again about who needs pity here. Because it’s me! I’m—I’m pretty desperate, and you’d better show mercy.”
Desperate? She didn’t know the meaning of the word.
No longer wanting to second-guess any of this, he stood and scooped her up, so her legs were wrapped around his waist and the heat of her pussy was right over his abs.
“Here’s fine,” she said.
“Condoms are in the bedroom.”
“Bedroom’s fine.”
On his bed, he laid her out like an erotic buffet, then yanked open his drawer, looking for protection. Thank God he’d been prepared. He placed two on the nightstand, not because he had high hopes of a repeat performance, but because he expected he’d probably do something dumb, like rip the rubber or put it on backward. Standing before her, he cupped her jaw.
“Still time to back out, city girl.”
Her response? She pulled down his sweat pants. “Oh, farm boy.”
“What? Is something wrong?”
“No, not at all.” She angled her head and shifted so she could get a better view. “You’re perfect.”
His cock leaped with joy, his heart with it. Perfect.
He handed her the condom, shaking like a fool. “You do it, Evie. I want your hands on me.”
She circled his shaft and ran her palm along it, squeezing to produce a leak of pre-come. No one’s hands had ever felt so good, not even his own.
“Jesus.”
“Evie,” she insisted. “I’m your God for tonight. Mine will be the only name on your lips.”
“Evie,” he said, her name a prayer, as she pumped him. “I need—inside—I need—Evie.” He could barely speak for the sheer pleasure rolling through him.
Must hold on. Don’t blow it, you fucking idiot.
Evie released him for a moment to tear open the condom packet, then smoothed it on, her hand giving a long, rough stroke. How did she know the right amount of pressure to apply? The perfect touch to make his cock stand up and beg? She’d been with a few guys. That didn’t bother him, except insofar that he might disappoint her with his greenhorn ways.
She lay back on the bed, her hand still wrapped around his dick, leading him to her like a…cock to pussy. He knelt on the bed between her thighs and waited. And waited. And—
“What’s taking so long, Ty? Don’t you want to get inside me, get snug and deep?”
“I—I—” Yes. That’s exactly what he wanted. But he needed her to know something before he slipped in and made her his.
“Evie.” He claimed her mouth, gratified when she returned his kiss with interest. “Thank you.” And then he nudged, notched, and plunged into pleasure. Fuckfuckfuck. So tight. So wet and tight.
“Oh!” She moaned so loudly that for a moment he thought—
“Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head and grasped his ass, urging him on. Evie has her hands on my ass… Pay attention, shithead. You’re inside her. Inside Evie. Having sex for the first time. You’re no longer a virgin!
“Ty?”
“Yeah?”
“That’s step one. Now you need to, well, do that about fifty more times.”
Fuck if he wasn’t already screwing up.
She cradled his jaw and leaned up to rub his nose with hers. “Relax, baby. You’re doing great. Just a little bit more—oh, yeah. That!”
He withdrew a couple of inches, then thrust again, this time ensuring he stroked her clit on the return.
“This better? Tell me what you need, Evie. Tell me how to please you.”
“J-just keep it steady, find that rhythm, and—” She bit her lip.
“And what?” He continued fucking her, just like she asked, but hell no if he’d stand for her holding out on him. “What, Evie?”
“Sp…”—something muffled—“me.”
Nah. Did she say what he thought she’d said? “What?”
“Nothing.” She turned her head, hiding from him.
Which was when he smacked her hard on her cute, heart-shaped ass.
“Ty!” she moaned, and her eyes went wide, directed right at him.
Another thrust—ohGodohGod—she felt like a hot fist, and then he did the unthinkable. Applied another slap to his best friend’s ass.
“You like that, city girl?” His voice didn’t sound like it came from innocent, just-off-the-farm Tyler.
Surprise lit up her expression, maybe at the turn of events, or maybe because his tone was one she’d never heard before. Knowing this baby kink about her sent his pulse rocketing. Did other guys do this for her? Find out what turned her on, rocked her world?
Moving his hand down her body, he squeezed her breast and watched the red mark his fingers left behind. Mine.
His journey took him to the top of her mound, and a dip to the cleft of her pussy found her clit, popping out and waiting for him. He pressed it lightly, then applied more pressure and a few strokes to bring her off.
“Tyler!” On her scream, her pussy muscles convulsed, tightening around his cock. With his next thrust, he pushed deeper, knowing he couldn’t last, loving that he couldn’t, and that he wouldn’t last with her.
With Evie.
He could feel his balls filling, the sizzle in his spine, and then one last squeeze and her barely whispered, “Tyler,” and he let go, emptying himself into this woman he loved. He couldn’t stop pumping, stop fucking, stop coming. It felt like every moment in his life had been building to this, to the moment when he could finally join, body and soul, with his best girl.
Chapter Seven
Evie unpeeled her eyelids and slowly bloomed to consciousness. She knew immediately where she was, what she had done, and who she’d done it with. Regrets? None that jumped to mind. If anything, she regretted not seeing Tyler sooner. Really seeing him.
She’d punched that boy’s V-Card like a ticket taker at Six Flags. Enjoy that roller coaster, young man. She bit back her chuckle, amazed she was feeling so happy about what had occurred. Probably because she was due a little happy since Paolo had screwed her over.
The joy leached from her like air from a deflating balloon. Paolo did not deserve a spot in her head right now, polluting this wonderful experience. But now he was here, and his presence as a zit on her mind made her second-guess what had happen
ed with Tyler. Was she so desperate for comfort that she’d turned to her best friend to get it?
A warm slab of muscle shifted behind her. Tyler curled his arm around her torso, leaving his big palm over her breast. As if it belonged there. Had always belonged there.
“Morning.” He nuzzled against her ear, inducing a God’s-honest shiver. Knowing he had this effect on her body was mind-blowing. He turned over his hand, his knuckles in a graze over her breast, and her nipple perked up with a howdy-do.
“Morning,” she mumbled, pulling away. “I need to use the little girl’s room.”
She slid out from under the covers, still naked, feeling more exposed than she’d ever felt when leaving a man’s bed. What was wrong with her? She knew how to do this. But doing this with Tyler meant the rules of the game had changed. Possibly for the worse.
“Hurry back,” he said. “I’ve got plans.”
“Oh yeah?” She laughed it off and scurried to the bathroom like a frightened mouse. In the mirror, she took a good look at herself. Tyler was the one who’d lost his virginity, yet why was she the one feeling new and different?
Like a virgin. Touched for the… (Oh, shut up, Evie.)
She’d never felt so cared for. Being the focus of Tyler’s regard was the ultimate turn-on. No doubt he wanted to get it right so he went the extra mile. Give him a few more shots on goal and he’d morph into the typical guy who hurried you along so he could get his rocks off and roll over to fall asleep.
She shook her head, amazed that her cheer had shifted to cynicism so quickly. Tyler didn’t deserve that.
More like she didn’t deserve Tyler.
Still feeling raw, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body. Back in the bedroom, she found a smiling Tyler lying with his muscled bicep behind his head, his gleaming chest on full display, the fine-haired goody trail arrowing down to below the edge of the sheet.
Oh, mama.
“You look cold, Evie.” He patted the bed. “Let me warm you up.”
Panic made her skin itch. “Um, I probably should get going. My dad will be worried and—well, this was wonderful.” She searched for the right words and landed on, “You were great.”
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