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“What about after this trip?” I ask on a shuddered breath. Pleasure is a whirlpool in my belly. “What do we do then?”
Tyler curls his fingers, and I arch into him. My untied bikini top slips away, exposing my naked breasts. He drops his eyes to my chest and groans low in his throat. “We pretend this week never happened. I won’t ever touch you like this again.”
I shake my head. “No.” Not happening.
“Yes.”
He clenches his jaw and twists his fingers until he finds my G-spot. The sudden pleasure has my vision blurring and muscles tensing in preparation for a blinding climax. I chomp down on my tongue in an attempt to fight it but lose miserably when Tyler presses down on my clit with his thumb, rotating it over and over until I give in.
“Come for me, baby. Soak my fucking hand,”
I do. Holy shit do I ever. White-hot pleasure crashes into me harder than ever before as I come, crying out Tyler’s name.
My pussy thumps with the aftershocks, but before I have a chance to collect myself, the broad head of Tyler’s cock is nudging my entrance, covered in a condom I didn’t notice him put on.
His board shorts are gone, leaving him completely naked. I’m no better than a horny dog as I stare at all of him for the very first time. At the strong curve of his hips, the hard bulging muscles in his thighs as he holds himself up, and the deep lines of his Adonis belt. I’ve seen him shirtless countless times just in the past couple of days alone, but looking at him now is a completely different experience. Now I know for certain that the line of short dark hairs beneath his belly button does continue all the way to the base of his cock and that the tattoo that only ever peaks above the waistband of his pants is indeed as gruesome as I imagined it would be.
An exposed bloody heart wrapped tight in chains is inked on his left hip. It’s my first real look at what lies behind the steel walls of his soul, and before I know it, I’m reaching out to touch the design, my fingers gentle, cautious.
He flinches but lets me touch him, and I don’t dare question him on it.
I take my time exploring the ink before sliding my nails across his groin and then further down, letting them scratch at the curls at the base of his erection.
“Gracie,” he hisses. His hand covers mine, halting my movements. I lift an eyebrow. “You can show me how well you suck cock after I’ve been inside you, okay?”
Good Lord.
I nod and settle my hand on the dip in his waist instead, as if to give myself some control of what happens next. I learn quickly how naïve that thought was when his hips move, and the blunt tip of his cock brushes my entrance again, this time slipping inside, stretching me enough to invoke a slight flicker of pain. I gasp when he sinks deeper. He stills.
His voice is pained. “Are you okay?”
I wrap my arms around him and press the tips of my fingers into his back to gain leverage before twirling my hips and pushing myself further down his length. His eyes go wide before falling shut, pleasure tightening his features.
“Take that as a yes, then,” he grunts once I’ve taken the entire length of him inside of me. Opening his eyes, he holds my stare as he slides out and rubs his tip over my clit before slowly pushing back in. “Fuck you feel good.”
I whimper at the abrupt feeling of fullness that’s taken over me but revel in it at the same time. It’s satisfaction and pleasure stronger than I’ve ever felt, and when Tyler’s thrusts grow harder and faster, I lose all inhibitions.
“Kiss me,” I plead, looking into the dark pits of his eyes and growing more confident with each flicker of light I find. He falls to his elbows over me and brushes his mouth over mine. “Please.”
Our mouths collide, Tyler’s owning mine in a dominant kiss that only stokes the flames licking my insides. I moan against his lips when he lifts his hips and rubs my inner walls in the most addicting way.
He parts my lips with his tongue and reaches between our sweaty bodies to play with my clit. My toes curl as my climax builds and builds until it reaches its boiling point, bubbling over.
“Ty—” I cry before my climax steals my breath. My walls flutter around his shaft, and he shoves his face into my neck and exhales shakily.
He stops thrusting and growls, “Good girl, Gray. Good fucking girl,” as he hits his own high.
It takes a few moments for us to catch our breath, and when we do, an awkward tension fills the air between us, the kind that makes you want to run and hide. Only I can’t run and hide, not when I have a two-hundred-and-twenty-pound man hovering above me and jelly for leg muscles.
Tyler averts his eyes to the headboard above me as he pulls out and slides the condom off. He makes quick work of getting off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom, not sparing me a glance as he does.
I try not to let the panic I saw peeking through his calm façade hurt me, but I should know better than that by now. My feelings toward Tyler have been unreturned for so long now that although my head might know this didn’t mean anything, my heart refuses to listen. To the stupid organ crying out for the guy who’s hiding from me in the bathroom, what just happened between us was a love confession worthy of the big screen.
With a weighted sigh, I close my eyes and wait for him to finish in the bathroom, knowing damn well that I’ve lost him for now.
