Grimacing, he yanked on her hair and dislodged himself from the sweet grip of her lips. He glanced down, seeing her blink in confusion, in arousal. Her wet lips, her dilated eyes . . .
“I have to f**k you now.” Tyler heard the desperation in his own voice and winced.
She gasped, then a kittenish smile curled the corners of her mouth. Tyler wished he could put that sexy, mischievous look on her face every f**king day.
“Yeah,” Eric interjected. “Do it, dude. Bend her over the sofa right next to me. I want to kiss her and play with her.”
While Tyler f**ked her. He gritted his teeth. This so wasn’t what he wanted with Del. He’d like a cozy bed at her back and hours on end to explore her. He wanted to suck her ni**les raw, taste that pretty bare cunt, get drunk on her flavor. But the driving urge to get deep inside her and pound away until she screamed his name was shutting down his good sense.
Reaching down to his discarded jeans, he pulled a condom from the pocket. Palming it, he helped Del stand, brought her against him, then brushed his thumb across her lip. No matter how badly his c**k ached for her, he forced himself to ask, “You’re sure?”
She gave him a shaky nod, then whispered, “Please.”
The little word damn near undid him. He thumbed her hard nipple, caressed the long, lean line of her belly, then slid his fingers back over her pu**y. Fuck, she was even wetter than she’d been just after her orgasm. Given how hard he planned to f**k her, she was going to need it.
“Face me,” Eric demanded.
Tyler didn’t want that. He’d give anything to stare into Del’s eyes, watch them widen, watch her lips part, as he sank every hungry inch of his c**k into her. He held in a curse. This wasn’t his show.
Before he let her go, he cupped her cheek and settled his mouth over hers. He ached to be inside her utterly, devour her whole. Instead, he curbed himself, reassuring her with a deep, slow stoke of his tongue against hers, showing her silently exactly how gently but thoroughly he planned to f**k her. When he finally lifted his head and stared into her eyes, she gripped his shoulders and stared breathlessly.
She understood him completely.
“Face Eric, angel.”
Del sent him a last glance, begging for reassurance. Whatever she saw on his face settled her. She nodded and turned.
As he donned the condom, Tyler couldn’t deny that the view from the back was every bit as luscious as the front. That firm, round ass . . . The long line of her spine bisecting the flawless, peachy-hued skin of her slender back . . . The exaggerated nip of her waist, and the graceful slopes of her shoulders . . . The long, silken strands of her hair brushing her back, then the curve of her ass as she tossed her head impatiently.
When was the last time he’d wanted a woman this much?
Never. And he wanted her so much because no one was like Del.
Tyler palmed her hips, gently guiding her to bend over the arm of the black leather sofa, bringing her face inches from Eric’s.
“You look hot, babe.” He brushed a kiss over her mouth, reached out to toy with her ni**les.
Fuck. Suddenly, Tyler didn’t like watching Eric touching Del. Over the years, he’d seen his buddy kiss her many times. He’d heard a story or two about the escapades of their honeymoon. But tonight, in this moment, Tyler wanted Del to belong to him.
He intended to claim every inch of territory he could. He’d feel like shit about it tomorrow, but right now . . .
Fitting his hips to her ass, he slid his c**k between her cheeks and laid his chest over her back. Del gasped. Yeah, the heat was intense. Tyler closed his eyes and let sensations wash over him. He should probably feel guilty for wanting her so much, but he refused to acknowledge it tonight. Del needed him—with any luck, half as much as he wanted her. The breast Eric didn’t fondle, Tyler cupped, toying with the engorged tip, rolling it between his fingers until she gasped.
“I’m going to f**k you, angel,” he whispered for her ears alone. “We’ll work and wriggle. You’ll gasp and tighten. But you’re going to take every inch of me. And you’re going to come for me. Understand?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I want to hear everything you’re feeling. Every second, every stroke. I have to know this is what you need and that I’m not hurting you. Stop talking, and I stop f**king. Are we clear?”
“Please.” She wriggled back against him, her voice breathy.
Perfect.
Taking himself in hand, Tyler fitted the head of his c**k to her tiny, slick opening and began pushing his way inside slowly.
Oh hell. What a constricting little vise of pleasure. Hot and tight. Sinful and so f**king necessary to his next breath. All attached to the woman making his blood sing like no one ever had.
As he shoved in the next inch, then another, she tensed, gasped. He gripped her hips tighter, forcing himself to pause.