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He all but ensures I ride this out, pressing the lace cups of my bra down, exposing my ample breasts and nipples. His gaze lowers, and he runs his tongue over his lips as if his mouth waters at the sight of me. I suck in air as he catches the puckered peaks of my nipples in his fingers. What follows is a rough tug and twist that both hurts and feels so good, so much so, that my knees turn wobbly. My sex clenches, and I’m slick between my thighs all over again, as I haven’t been for a man in a very long time.
Maybe not ever.
It’s the forbidden thing I assume, the reason I’m reacting to Tyler with such intensity. This is going nowhere good but the moment, and it has to end. I have to say no.
Chapter Twelve
Bella
I don’t say no.
In fact, I seem to have lost the ability to even define the meaning of the word no.
Tyler leans in and suckles my nipple, and there’s a spasm in my sex, a tease of an orgasm not quite there. I’ve never felt such a thing from nothing more than a man’s mouth on my nipples, but I have been hyperaware of Tyler for a lifetime, it seems. More so lately, for reasons, I don’t even understand. At some point, something shifted between us, and it’s how we ended up here. Wherever here is.
He abandons my nipples and I want to cry out in objection, even as he buries his face in my neck and drags the skirt of my dress up and over my hips. The rasp of his day-long stubble scrapes my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and he murmurs, “Where do you want my mouth now, Bella?”
I think he’s just talking, I really do, but then he’s pulling back, cupping my face, and staring down at me, even as he slides my panties aside. “Here?” he asks, gliding a finger along the slick line of my sex. “Because you’re so wet for me, I know you want me here.” His fingers just barely enter me, a tease that drives me wild. And leaves me desperate.
God, I don’t want him to knowhowdesperate.
My lashes lower and he squeezes my jaw. “Look at me.”
My eyes pop open, and he rewards me by sliding his fingers inside. I pant and bite my lip. “Where do you want my mouth, Bella?” he demands again.
“Everywhere,” I manage.
Demand lights his eyes. “I require more specific instructions.”
I laugh without humor because nothing is funny with his fingers inside me all but assuring his mouth will soon travel just as intimate a path. His hand closes around my panties and he yanks them away without warning. I gasp and my fingers dig into his upper arms. “Tyler,” I whisper.
Now he catches my upper arms, the only touch between us, when he asks, “Do you want me to lick your pussy, Bella?”
I can feel the rush of heat to my cheeks. “Can you just stop talking, please?”
“Please is a good word,” he says. “But not the word I want right now. Say it.Tyler, I want you to lick my pussy."
“No,” I say, appalled, and the minute I say the word and with force, I know it’s a mistake.
“Now you understand how to use that word.” His hands fall away from me, and he steps backward.
My heart thunders in my chest and I grab the lapels of his suit, halting his departure, my naked breasts between us. “No, I don’t want to say it. Yes, I want…” I wet my lips.
He arches a brow. “You want what?”
“Why must I say it?” I plead.
“Why can’t you say it?” he counters, and his hands settle on my hips, his body crowding mine, his powerful legs framing mine as he presses me back against the door.
I know the answer to his question, of course. Those words he wants me to speak feel dirty and awkward, unnatural to me, though I also admit that on some level he’s offering me a naughty escape from the good girl me. But he is also not a stranger, and a stranger who I could play naughty with and then disappear would be empowering. Instead, he ismy boss,who I will see tomorrow morning if I even still have a job. Maybe I’mfooling myself into thinking I’m not proving to him I will use sex to get what I want.
Only all I really want is him, and at present, his mouth.
He lowers himself to his knees and leans in and licks my clit. I gasp all over again, sensations twisting and turning inside me. His eyes lift to mine. “Say it, baby,” he says softly and there is the tiniest hint of tenderness in his voice, a reminder that we are more than this moment. “It’s just you and me and it goes nowhere else.Say itand I promise you one hell of an orgasm.”
I can feel myself soften like his words, and ease into the idea of being a bit more daring than I know myself to be, though, in contrast, my fingers curl into my palms. “I want…” I pant out a breath and rush through the entire sentence before I can stop myself, “I want you to lick my pussy.”
His lips curve, his eyes burning with satisfaction, but there is no shame or embarrassment in me to follow. He doesn’t give me time for such unimportant things. He licks my clit, twirling it, and then he’s gently suckling me. And then his mouth comes down over me.
