I Pucking Love You (The Copper Valley Thrusters #5) - Pippa Grant Page 0,72
and this Tyler are two different people.
This Tyler is sliding his hands under my hoodie while he does a magic trick with his teeth and his tongue on a spot below my ear that I didn’t even know existed.
It’s like I’ve been dipped in a pool of straight pleasure.
Everywhere he touches, my nerves explode in exquisite joy. My panties are wet. My nipples are pebbled so hard, my breasts have goosebumps.
I want to explore his body, but it’s all I can do to cling to his shoulders, the heat of his skin seeping into my hands and leaving my palms itching for more but completely ignorant of how they’re supposed to work.
He guides one arm out of my hoodie and the T-shirt underneath. Then the other arm.
He doesn’t catch my chin on the fabric when he pulls it all over my head like I do half the time, and when my hair frizzes with static electricity, an honest, unguarded smile blooms over his face. “You are the sexiest kind of fucking adorable.”
He smooths it all down, kisses my forehead, then down my nose, brushes my lips with his, setting my entire face aglow with the combination of hot lips and tickling beard, and then he’s guiding me back onto the bed, nibbling on my neck, crawling between my legs, and worshipping my breasts with his mouth.
I’m still in a bra—a massive, white, double full coverage granny bra—and I’ve never felt sexier than I do with Tyler thumbing my nipples through the fabric and licking my cleavage.
“Good?” he asks.
I grunt out an incoherent response, grab his head, and push it back to my breasts while I fling a leg around his back.
Would it be wrong to rub myself against his abs to get off?
Nope, I decide.
He slides a hand under me, unhooks my bra, and tears it off with his teeth.
“Oh my god,” I gasp.
He gathers my breasts in his large hands, thumbs still teasing my nipples, pushes the girls together, and licks the underside of my breast.
My hips buck.
He does it again, going all the way up to my nipple and sucking it into his mouth hard enough that I feel a jolt of lust ping from deep in my breast and straight to my throbbing clit.
“Oh, god, Tyler.”
“Delicious,” he murmurs, his words tickling my overly sensitive skin while he licks and kisses and sucks on the very neglected part of my chest, pinching and teasing and sucking on my nipples while I fling my other leg around his ribs. My clit is tingling and begging for the attention it’s not getting with this angle. My vagina is aching. He could probably make me come just by telling them they’re both beautiful.
I’m chanting his name.
He shifts, his fingers trailing lightly down my ribs as he kisses a line from my breasts to my navel.
I try to suck it in, but does it matter?
His tongue dips into my belly button while he gently unhooks one of my legs, and then he’s tackling the button on my jeans.
I’m still gripping his hair.
Are these my tight jeans?
Is this about to get awkward?
Does he— “Oh my god,” I gasp again.
It’s like he knows when I start thinking too hard, and he knows my nipples are my brain’s off button.
Nothing else matters.
Not that he has to tug to get my jeans off.
Not that I’m suddenly exposed and bloated and I can’t remember if I shaved my bikini line.
All that matters is that he’s kneeling above me, parting my knees, spreading my legs to gaze down at my most intimate parts, his eyes hot and dark and hungry while he licks his lips.
Tyler Jaeger wants to eat me out.
He bends to capture my lips in a searing kiss, like he’s claiming me, like he’s saying you are my prize and I am here to collect every last drop.
He strokes me from my opening to my clit, and I whimper and almost come off the bed.
“Tell me what you like,” he orders, and then his mouth is on me again, but this time, he’s licking me between my legs, his hands on my inner thighs, holding them open while he draws lazy patterns with his thumbs, his tongue going places no man has gone before.
Sure, I’ve touched myself.
But getting myself off and trusting someone else with my body are completely different.
I didn’t trust him that night at the club.
But tonight?
Right now?
I would trust him to guide me across a tightrope while I’m blindfolded.