to blink away tears. Slipping from my embrace, he locks up as I watch, and when the room is darkened, he comes back over and scoops me into his arms.
I wrap mine around his neck and settle there as he carries me up the stairs, but I can’t help it, I kiss his neck. He freezes, almost stumbling. “Angel,” he warns. His voice is loud in the dark house, making me shiver in need.
So I do it again.
With a grunt, he leaps to the top of the stairs and slides me down his body, my arms still around his neck and my body plastered to his front. He grips my chin. I can barely see him, and for some reason, that has me nearly panting, my pussy clenching as I think about what’s to come.
“Angel, if you want me, all you have to do is ask,” he rumbles, his timbre dark and sexy as hell.
Leaning up, I kiss him softly before stepping back. “But do you want me? All the time? No matter what? Even now?” I murmur, as I keep stepping backwards down the corridor. For each step I take, he takes one forward, chasing me, herding me where he wants me.
He’s always in control, even when I think I am.
Justin’s bedroom door is open slightly, and I freeze, my eyes getting caught on the perfectly made bed there. Memories of a night similar to this slam into me.
Tyler grabs my shoulders and spins me, his hand going to my neck and pulling my head back until it hits his shoulder. His other hand holds my hip, letting me feel every inch of his hard body against mine. “Do you remember that night?” he growls silkily into my ear, his hard cock pressing to my ass.
“I do. I heard a noise and went to investigate, only to find you bouncing on my son’s cock. I couldn’t see him, only you. Your winding hips and curvy body, the way you rode him with your hair trailing behind you and your eyes closed. You looked like a fucking goddess, and then you turned, didn’t you, Angel?”
I nod, and he squeezes my throat. “Yes, I did. I heard you… I’d been imagining you listening next door, and then I saw you at the doorway.”
“Just like this, standing here,” he growls.
“Yes, I-I couldn’t look away, wondering if you liked what you saw.”
“I fucking loved it,” he rumbles. “I came so hard into my hand, I’m surprised you didn’t hear me. Visualising you bouncing on my cock, riding me like that, your curvy body in my hands. To taste and fuck.”
I can’t help but rub myself back against him. This is so messed up, but I’m wet as hell. He licks along my ear, making me moan. “If I reach down now, you’ll be wet for me, won’t you, Angel? Remembering that night… Did you wish it was me?”
“Yes, and yes,” I reply, and he chuckles as he slides his hand down to my thigh, stroking it before running his knuckles back up. He glides higher and higher, almost to my pussy, bunching up his shirt.
“I imagine it sometimes. I even stand here and remember it as I fuck my hand, wishing it was your pretty, tight young pussy. I felt so dirty wanting you, but I couldn’t stop, and I knew what you looked like then. The curve of your full breasts, your wide hips, and long legs…the way your ass jiggled as you dropped. The way your nose scrunched up as you came.” His hand slides higher until he grips my pussy in a hard, possessive grasp. “The way you flushed so prettily just before you came.”
“Tyler,” I gasp, pushing my pussy into his hand, dripping for him already. I need him to fill me. His dirty words and possessive hands have me on the verge of begging.
“I want you, right now, just like that. I’m going to make you ride me on his bed, just like you did that night, and you’ll love it, won’t you, dirty girl?”
“Fuck,” I moan, rolling my hips to grind into his hand, because hell yes I will.
He pulls his hand away and steps back. I spin, watching as he lifts his palm and, eyes on me, traces his tongue down the center of it, tasting my juices there before narrowing his eyes. “Get your sexy ass inside that bedroom. I want you on your knees on the bed, naked, Angel. Let me see that pussy