Somebody to Hold (Tyler Jamison #2) - April Wilson Page 0,55
The bastard.
I groan with frustration. “Tyler, please.”
“Patience, baby.”
He reaches for the lube and a condom, which are on top of the nightstand, along with a towel.
As he holds up the condom packet, he says, “What would you think about us going bareback? After we both get tested for STDs, assuming we’re both negative—and since we’re exclusive—we could skip the condoms. What do you think?”
My eyes widen. “Oh my god, yes. I’ve never had sex without a condom.” The thought of his bare-naked cock in my ass… the thought of him coming inside me. Holy shit, yes.
He leans close and kisses me. “We can get tested this week.”
I grab his head and crush my mouth to his in a desperate, hungry kiss. “Yes, please. I want you inside me—just you.” The mere thought of it makes me so hard I ache.
I take the condom from him, rip open the packet, and roll it onto him, admiring every thick inch. He overwhelms me, both physically and emotionally, and it takes my breath away.
Tyler reaches out to stroke me, keeping me on edge. “How do you want me?”
I smile because he knows exactly how I want him. I roll onto my hands and knees, laying the towel beneath me, and he kneels behind me. His warm hands caress my ass cheeks, kneading them, spreading them. I feel his mouth on me as he peppers me with kisses, then soft bites. His breath is warm, his tongue teasing as he laps at me, lighting my nerves on fire. He gently tugs at my sac as he strokes my aching cock. The pleasure is overwhelming. I arch my back, moaning as he eats at me, driving me crazy.
My limbs are shaking. “Tyler, god,” I groan, my head dipping down. I’m breathing hard, my lungs billowing.
Suddenly a lubed finger slips between my cheeks and teases my opening, making my already sensitive nerves sing. He slides it in deep, then withdraws, and does it again, over and over as he gets me ready for him. Then I hear him lubing himself.
One of his hands grips my hip, holding me still, while the other guides his cock to my opening. He presses gently against me, letting his weight do the work as he pushes forward. I gasp, my breaths long and shaky as he sinks inside.
Damn.
I moan loudly into my pillow as he fills me. Once he’s fully seated, he grasps my hips, holding me firmly, pinning me in place as he starts to move. With each thrust, his cock drags against the sweet spot. My insides are tingling now with each graze, my breath catching in my throat.
His thrusts speed up, and soon he’s riding me hard, his movements forceful. His hands steady me, his thighs slapping against mine. I reach between my legs and stroke myself, pulling hard on my cock. His hoarse cries and rough grunts fill my ears.
I can tell when he’s about to come, because he reaches around me and jerks me off, his fist demanding. We come together. He shudders, his hips rocking into me with each spasm of his body.
My knees give out and I sink down onto the bed and onto my belly. He follows me down, still buried deep inside me, covering me with his body as he milks his orgasm.
One of his arms goes around my shoulders, holding me to him, and with his free hand, he turns my face to the side so we can kiss.
This is what I love—to be so wholly enveloped by him. To be surrounded by him and feel his strength and his power as he fucks me so perfectly.
I sigh when I feel his lips in my hair. One of his hands cradles my jaw, and we kiss. Our mingled breaths are rough, our lips hungry.
We roll to the side and lie still for a minute to catch our breath. I wipe my abdomen with a corner of the towel. Tyler climbs out of bed, taking the towel with him, and goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
Soon, he’s back, climbing into bed and drawing me into his strong arms. He covers us both with a sheet and blanket.
When he presses his lips to my forehead, I cling to him and try not to cry as reality comes screaming back and the ache in my heart becomes unbearable.
His lips settle on mine, and we both taste the salt of tears. “It’s going to be all right, I promise.”