by Layla Hagen
"Why?"
"I want to touch you."
He said nothing for a few moments, and then he drew out his fingers and took away his mouth. For a split second, I thought he was carrying through with his initial promise to stop if I lowered my hands.
Then he flipped me around. I licked my lips, watching him take out a condom from his wallet and roll it on. Oh my! Tendrils of heat spread through my body. He moved his mouth from my pussy to my navel and then back down, putting one of my legs up on the chair by the entrance. He kissed my inner thighs slowly. I touched him, first tugging at his hair and then groping his shoulders. I loved his shoulders so much. I made a mental note to truly explore them tonight.
When he reached my pussy, I fisted his hair. There was nothing gentle about it; I wanted him so much that I was close to climbing on his face. I felt him smile against my folds before he pressed his tongue over my clit, and I pushed back against the wall, steeling myself. But the wave of pleasure was still crushing, and I cried out. The orgasm reverberated from my center throughout my whole body: my arms and legs, my throat. I blinked my eyes open, but I only saw black. I felt him kiss up my body, moving over my navel, between my breasts, and then finally up my neck.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful. I want to make you come all night and watch you."
"Mmm, I like that plan," I whispered.
He cupped my face with the hand he'd had on my thigh the whole time, drawing his forefinger and middle finger over my lips. His other hand was still between my thighs. Feeling his fingers over my mouth and between my legs at the same time was enough to bring me to the edge yet again in seconds. He knew just which buttons to press, where to kiss and touch to make me desperate for him. He knew my body even better than I did.
He looked at my mouth for a few seconds before sealing his lips over mine. At the same time, he cupped the backs of my upper thighs, brushing the tips of his fingers on my ass cheeks, lifting me. I propped my knees around his thighs.
He was still kissing me when he slid inside me, all at once, knocking the breath out of me. He was so damn huge. He stilled, not moving even an inch. I braced my palms on his shoulders, pressing my forehead against his chest and breathing hard until my inner muscles relaxed around him. The tightness I felt with him inside me wasn’t uncomfortable, just filling, and I shuddered with pleasure. The wall was cold and a bit rough, scratching my skin. His chest was so damn hot. He moved his hand on my ass to make a buffer between my skin and the wall, and I rolled my hips back and forth.
“Babe, are you okay? Was I too rough?”
“No, I love it. Please don't hold back."
He groaned, a loud feral sound, then slid in and out, and I knew he'd lost control. He was so in control of himself during foreplay and while he pleasured me, but once he was inside me, something unleashed within him, and that made me immensely happy. I clung tight to his shoulders, digging my fingers into his skin. I wanted to touch him with at least one hand, but there was no way I could support myself with just one palm.
"Tyler, I want to touch you. I need it," I said in a pleading tone.
He slowed his pace, and then he stilled, looking me in the eyes. God, this man was just so sexy. He put me down, and then we went to the living room. He kept kissing my shoulder from behind with an arm around my waist. We only made it to the dining table.
I lifted myself on it, spreading my thighs wide. He looked at me with a wry smile before thrusting inside me. "You're so fucking sexy, Kendra, and you feel so damn good." Then his words turned to grunts, and instinct overpowered again.
I was overwhelmed by pleasure. Every muscle screamed for release, every cell tight with tension, ready to explode. I felt him thicken inside me, and his grunts turned feral, his thrusts desperate. And then we both gave in to pleasure.
I clamped down on him, throwing my head back and crying out loud, not even bothering to cover my mouth. I felt free with him, free to express myself. Wave after wave of my climax spread through me. It was like my orgasm had mini orgasms, and I realized it was because he was still thrusting madly inside me.
Sweat dotted his forehead, and a few drops landed on my chest.
"You didn't finish?" I said in surprise.
He slowed down, bringing me closer to him.
"I told you I want to watch you come all night. That means I only get my release at the end."
He held me to him, bringing me down from the table and swinging me around. He fondled my ass cheeks, patting them. I was sensitive from the two orgasms I’d already had, but even so, I knew he was going to make me come again. My knees buckled at the thought. He didn't slide inside me straight away. First, he skimmed his fingers up and down the side of my body. When I couldn’t take the tension any longer, I pushed my ass back. One second later, he was inside me. And even though I liked his plan of focusing on me all night long, I wanted him to climax, to feel overwhelmed just like I was.
He kept a hand at my lower back, pressing me slightly into the table while he thrust inside me. My previous orgasms gave me notice, and I felt them forming in the pit of my body. But this one took me completely by surprise, and it hit me so hard that I clamped my mouth shut so tightly my teeth chattered.
But even through the haze of pleasure, I heard him cry out my name, finally lose control, and let go.
***
It took me longer to clean up than Tyler, of course. I loved his bathroom. It was huge and looked supremely elegant with black tiles and golden hangers. I used his shower gel and even applied a bit of paste on my teeth just to freshen up. After I stepped out, I wondered how the rest of the evening would go. I was so happy that he brought me here to his condo.
"Ready?" he asked, stepping in the doorway, startling me.
"Yeah."
He was waiting for me with a huge towel. I walked to him with my arms up in the air. His eyes zeroed in on my breasts. I cleared my throat, cocking a brow, and he immediately snapped his gaze up.
"Baby, you're beautiful. Of course I'm looking."
"I don't mind. I just find it funny."
He wrapped me in the towel before walking into the bedroom. Since the bathroom was en suite, I'd seen it when we went inside, but I didn't pay much attention to it. He had a huge bed with a gray headrest and a dresser. But other than that, the room was pretty empty.
He walked behind me, arms still wrapped around my waist. A boom of thunder startled me, and I realized it was raining furiously. I hadn’t noticed at all before. Tyler sure knew how to make me lose my head.
"Lie down on your belly," he said in a commanding tone, and my body immediately reacted. My thighs suddenly felt sensitive, especially on the inside. I lay down, putting my arms in front of me and my head on the backs of my hands. To my astonishment, he started massaging my calves.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Helping with muscle relaxation after all the sexy activity earlier."
I sucked in a breath when his hands reached my buttocks. He palmed my ass cheeks with both hands.
“Muscle relaxation is code for sexy time?” I double-checked. “I don’t have anything against it, I just want to be prepared.”
He laughed, and I closed my eyes, losing myself in the feeling of his hands on me as he went up to my back and then my shoulders, wondering how long I was going to have this wonderful man. My body tensed a bit at the mere idea of losing him.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Holy shit, the man can read my body.
I looked over my shoulder, playfully saying, "You're just so great at taking care of me. What are you trying to do? Make me fall for you?"
Even though my voice was teasing, I felt raw. I wasn't used to exposing myself like this. I couldn't believe I'd said that out loud, but he was so open and honest, and it made me want to reciprocate.
In a fraction of a second, Tyler lay next to me, propping himself on an elbow and turning me on my side. He drew the tip of his nose along the side of my neck.
"Tyler," I whi
spered.
He straightened up, looking me in the eyes.
“I’d tell you that that’s the plan, but I have no idea what I'm doing. I like you, Kendra. More than I’ve ever liked anyone else. I want you to know that."
Oh wow. My whole body seemed to react to that statement with an inner joy that just exploded through me.
"We can just figure things out as we go. I promise I'll make every minute of that ride delicious."
Licking my lips, I put a palm on his chest, feeling the muscles under my fingers.
"And you think you have no idea what you're doing, huh? This, right here, proves the opposite."
Chapter Twenty
Kendra
The next morning, I felt as if I was floating on a cloud. Sitting on Tyler’s fancy leather couch, I was drinking coffee while feeling my man up. I couldn’t help myself. He was sitting next to me wearing jeans and nothing on top, and those muscles were way too tempting.
“You’re feisty this morning.”
“You inspire me.”
He chuckled and thankfully didn’t move even an inch away.
“And so does this place,” I continued.
“I like my space. Bought it a few years ago. It’s perfect for unwinding between games.”
“What do you usually do?”
“Just hang around here, or meet up with the family. Sometimes I have them over here, but we meet at Tate’s often because he’s got a yard.”
“Oh, that’s nice.”
“It is. But his house is one of those old-school mansions. You have to like it, I guess. I’m more of a modern setup guy.”
I nodded. “True. So am I. This condo is the perfect mix of modern and cozy. I like it. And I like the owner too. So sexy and talented in bed. And let’s not forget swoonworthy.”
He kissed my forehead, then got up from the couch. I pouted before realizing he was taking my empty cup, heading to his espresso machine.
“You look so hot in those jeans,” I remarked. “But just saying, you look even hotter without them.”
This didn’t feel like my life, but more like a dream. I was brought back to reality pretty quickly, though, when my phone rang. My new neighbor was calling. My stomach bottomed out. I’d given her my number for emergencies. She also had a spare set of keys.
“Morning, Diane,” I said. “Is anything wrong?”
“Unfortunately, yes, darling. It rained heavily last night. There’s water in your basement.”
“Oh no,” I gasped. “How much water is there?”
“Not too much, but all the boxes you had on the floor are half soaked. I’ll send you pictures.”
My phone chimed with several incoming messages. My insides twisted as I looked at the photos.
Shit. How much bad luck can I have? I just took the boxes there yesterday.
Why did I think that moving them to the house so early was a good idea? I didn’t plan to do any work on the basement floor, and I’d been so excited to get a start with the move. “Thanks so much. I’ll come as soon as possible and do damage control.” I was trying not to hyperventilate at the thought of what it would cost to drain the water.
Tyler turned around, watching me intently. The sound of the coffee machine drowned out most of my words, but judging by his expression, he’d heard enough to put two and two together.
As soon as I hung up, I rose from the couch, pacing the room.
"Kendra talk to me," Tyler said. "What happened?" He put both hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes.
"There’s a lot of water in the basement of my house. I’m going to have to find a company to pump it all out.”
He ran a hand through his hair, narrowing his eyes. "You know what? I'll call Luke. I bet he has some contacts to drainage companies.”
Taken aback by his offer, I felt my eyes widen. "You don't have to bother him with this. I'll just look up options online."
"Trust me, I wouldn't be bothering him. And why pick some company you know nothing about when my brother can probably recommend one he's been working with? Besides, not all companies will come in on a Saturday."
"Okay,” I relented. "Thank you."
Tyler immediately called his brother, and I listened to his side of the conversation.
"Okay. Thanks, man." He frowned. "I'll ask Kendra if she had anything in there." After hanging up, he said, "Here, he just forwarded me the number. He says they're great and reliable. And he's going to give them a call."
"Okay, thanks."
"Do you have anything in there?" he asked. “I heard something about boxes.”
"Yeah. I took them there so I could get ahead with the move. I have to take the boxes out.” I turned my phone, showing him the pics. “Sorry to bail on you today, but I need to go there and sort everything out.”
He looked at me like I'd just grown a second head. "We're both going there."
"What? Why?"
"You're probably going to need help carrying the boxes, and my muscles are very good for that."
"Wow. Really? Thanks so much." He chose to spend his day like this. Who was this guy? "But is that okay with your shoulder?"
"Yeah, I’m supposed to use it a lot. I just need to make sure I control the movements. There are a lot of boxes there. And from the picture, it looks like a steep, curving staircase, so you can’t put them on a handcart. We have to carry them out one by one. I’ll call my brothers and see who’s got time to drop by and give us a hand."
For the second time today, I was stunned. It took me a few seconds to shake myself out of my stupor. "No, wait a second, Tyler. I've got this. I'll call my sister. Oh no, wait. She isn’t in town. But you don't have to call your brothers.”
“Trust me. They won't have anything against it." I seriously doubted that, but Tyler called before I could protest any further. “Luke, it’s me again. What are you doing today? There are like a million boxes in that basement.” A few seconds later, he nodded. “Thanks, man.”
“He said yes, just like that?” I asked when he lowered the phone.
“Yep, and he's going to call the rest of the clan. Whoever's got time will pop up at the house. The family motto is ‘Don't outsource anything you can do well, and that can count as a family activity.’”
“I... Thanks.”
I fiddled with my thumbs, hunching my shoulders. I’d never had this kind of support before, and although I was pleased, I wondered how I’d ever repay them.
“You look nervous,” he said.
I shrugged, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “What kind of impression will I make if the first time they meet me, it’s because I’m asking them for help?”
Tyler chuckled, kissing my forehead. “Don't you worry about the first impression. I like you, so they'll like you. Come on, babe, let’s go."
He interlaced our fingers, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand as we left the condo.
Was I dreaming? I had been in a crisis mode not five minutes ago, and now everything seemed doable.
Fifty minutes later, we arrived at the house. It was in a sleepy neighborhood on the outskirts of Chicago. The street was lined mostly with bungalow-style homes. The draining company was already there, unloading the gear from their vehicle.
I opened the basement door carefully. Oh God. I had clothes, books, and bedsheets in the boxes on the floor, and I was sure some of them would need replacing. If I didn’t have Tyler with me right now, I’d probably be a basket case, but he grounded me.
The draining company came in a few minutes later, and they immediately started to work.
“My brothers are gonna be here in about an hour, and Reese too.”
I seriously couldn't believe this was happening. I’d prepared myself to slog through this the whole day, but now my sexy man and his family were going to help me.
"Let’s grab something to eat while they’re draining the water," Tyler suggested. “No use getting in their way, okay?”
"Sure. Why not?"
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nbsp; We had pancakes at a small coffee shop two blocks away. When we returned to the house forty minutes later, I was surprised by how much progress had been made. The floor was a bit soggy—the previous owners had put in carpet, which I’d have to replace—but at least we could walk on it without getting water in our shoes.
"I'm going to start taking boxes out." Tyler declared, and for a few seconds, all I could do was stare at him, leaning down in all his perfection and picking up a box. His muscles flexed with each one.
Oh my, this is going to be a hugely fun day. There were perks to having this mountain of a man helping me.
“Where do you want them?”
“Huh?”
He smirked. "Kendra? Work first, ogling later."
"But why?" I asked, quickly checking the area. The guy overseeing the pump was at the other end of the room.
Tyler winked at me, nodding at the box.
“Oh, let’s put them outside. I’ll need to check the contents and see if I can keep everything. And some stuff will need drying. I’m going to call the company where my sister stored some stuff last year. They offer a pickup service.”
I was already making a plan in my mind. I could go to a laundromat to wash and clean my clothes and bedsheets. As for the books, I didn’t have an idea yet. Maybe I could put fans in the storage room. The important part was to take them out.
I called them right away, explaining the situation. The woman who answered told me to call again once we were done taking the boxes out of the basement.
After that, Tyler and I got to work. We realized we had to tape the bottom of all the boxes; otherwise, they’d just break. That took considerably longer than we thought because they were wet, and it became a challenge for the tape to stick.
Half an hour later, Reese, Travis, and two hunks joined us.
“Hey, I’m Luke,” one of them said as they descended the steps.
Declan also introduced himself; he was nice but much more subdued than the others.
Luke didn't look anything like Tyler, except the fact that he was also tall and muscular. Travis and Declan were tall too, though only Declan came near to the stature of Tyler. Luke and Travis were both more slender. Travis had slightly longer hair that brushed his shoulders, and Declan looked crisp and serious, like someone you wouldn't want to cross.
