Under Your Influence

by Jaxson Kidman

  “Yeah, well here I am,” I said.

  “Here you are,” Tyler said as he stepped toward me.

  My right hand shot out and I touched his chest.

  I told myself do not squeeze or rub his chest muscle…

  But I did.

  The palm of my hand eased down to feel the curve of his chest muscle. My fingertips gently squeezed.

  Thick muscle. Strong muscle.

  Muscle that was earned through his job.

  Protective muscle.

  I licked my lips, my cheeks burning hot.

  I hated Tyler.

  He scrambled my brain and my thoughts. He was the reason why I ended up married to him.

  “What’s for dinner?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” I said. “I don’t cook.”

  “That’s not very wife-like.”

  “Welcome to the year twenty-nineteen.”

  Tyler grinned. “Why were you waiting for me here, darling?”

  His eyes caught my attention. They were dark. Almost evil looking. That total bad boy look that any decent mother would warn their daughter against. Yet if I stared long enough, I could see beyond it.

  The eyes of a man who helped someone in need today.

  That guy who stole the boots… he should have been in jail. But instead Tyler talked to him. Something made Tyler buy those boots. Which was crazy, right?

  “I didn’t come home from a long day of work to play fucking games, Harper,” he said.

  “Then don’t,” I said, no idea what I was saying.

  Tyler made his move, his hands latching to my waist, pulling me toward him. My feet swept across the floor as though I were a magnet, sucked into his forcefield. My body collided to his, my right hand sliding up to his face.

  “Shit,” I whispered.

  Tyler dipped down and kissed me.

  There was no such thing as a soft kiss with him. He was too big and strong for that. His lips covered mine and he pulled away a second later, to give me a second to breathe, but was right back there again.

  His tongue parted my lips, his hands slid to my ass.

  He lifted, and I jumped, wrapping my legs around him.

  I broke the kiss.

  I shook my head when he tried to kiss me again.

  He held me with ease, making me feel like I never felt before.

  “Shit,” I whispered again.

  Tyler just chuckled.

  He already knew how much trouble I was really in.

  As he placed me on the bed, I pulled at the back of his shirt. He moved back off the bed and stood up, taking his shirt off for me. I hurried to sit up and touched his chest again. My hands moved down with speed, touching the top of his jeans. It was as though I needed to stay ahead of my brain. Because once my brain caught up and realized what I was doing, I would stop.

  Tyler touched my jaw, forcing me to look up at him as I opened his jeans.

  His other hand touched my cheek, stroking.

  I had his jeans pulled down enough to reveal the thick burrowed root of his cock. My fingertips even touched him for a split second before he stepped back and reached down, taking hold of my shirt and lifting. My arms shot up in the air, almost desperate. He leaned over me, smothering me with his hard body as he twisted the clasp of my bra, snapping it with ease.

  I smelled his clean skin and kissed his shoulder.

  It was like a fucking boulder.

  I tried to bite at him, but he had already pulled away.

  Tyler reached down again and touched the sides of my body.

  My skin tightened, and I shivered. My nipples ached from being so hard.

  With commanding force, Tyler pulled me to my feet.

  His hands inched up and moved over my breasts.

  I stared up at him, captivated by his looks, crude attitude, and bold moves that played through my memory.

  His hands broke apart, one hand staying at my breast, the other moving down.

  He opened my pants with one hand and wasted no time in dipping down the front of my panties, sliding against smooth skin, seeking wet skin. Two fingers pressed against my tender clit and I jumped to my toes and gasped. Right on cue, Tyler closed his pointer and middle finger against my nipple and gently pulled. I thrust my hips and my chest, somehow at the same time. I probably looked like I was convulsing, and Tyler hadn’t even really started yet.

  Oh god…

  He pulled my nipple until I grabbed his wrist and hissed from a strangely welcomed pain. I spread my fingers across the back of his hand, barely able to cover half of his hand. I pulled his grip back to my breast, where he squeezed so tight, I groaned and shivered.

  I put my head back as his fingers curled against my clit. He flicked to make my hips buck forward. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, realizing what was happening. I was giving myself to Tyler. I was giving myself to my husband.

  My husband…

  Tyler kissed my neck.

  I jumped again, and this time almost fell.

  Tyler moved fast though.

  A hand swept across my lower back to keep my balance.

  My body smashed against his.

  Skin on skin.

  His fingers eased from my clit to my entrance, plunging into me. He drove with force as his teeth grazed the skin of my neck.

  “Fuck,” I whimpered.

  His fingers turned and twisted, testing me, before sliding out.

  My knees bent, wanting more.

  Instead, Tyler slid his fingers up over my soft mound, up to my belly button, leaving a wet trail of my own self.

  His hands settled to my hips one more time.

  A man finally with hands big enough to grip the curves of my waist the way I had always dreamed of.

  He lifted me, and I cried out.

  Tyler had me eye level as he walked me across the room.

  I couldn’t speak even though I had a hundred questions.

  He sat me on the dresser, my ass to the wood.

  My legs were open, but I spread them wider, making my intentions and needs known too.

  His right hand slid up my back to the back of my hair. He ripped the hair tie out of my hair without the romantic grace you’d see in a movie. It was messy, but that seemed to be our trend.

  When he kissed me, it made my toes curl.

  I heard the sound of him shoving his jeans down the rest of the way.

  I broke the kiss and looked down, needing to see him.

  When I did, I gasped and bit my lip.

  His cock curved up, looking right at me. An engorged head with a beautiful cut tip that lead to a thick and hard shaft. Seeing how far his cock pointed made my inner thighs tremble, wondering how he was going to take me to the hilt.

  I swallowed hard as his hands pulled at the sides of my pants and panties.

  I lifted up to let him strip me.

  My eyes refused to look away from his cock.

  All I could do then was grip the edge of the dresser and hang on for dear life.

  Something told me that was just how things were going to be married to Tyler.

  16

  (Tyler)

  I kissed her, pushing her back until her head touched the mirror.

  My right hand teased between her legs, playing with her curled folds, rubbing around the throbbing center of her pussy. She tried to clench against my fingertips when I touched her, and I would quickly pull away, leaving her begging for more.

  My left hand quietly opened the drawer next to Harper, so I could get a condom.

  I wasn’t going to play any fucking games here with her. I was taking her. I was fucking her until I filled that condom to the max. I was so pent up right now, it felt like I hadn’t fucked in years.

  Nobody had ever made me feel this way before.

  I rolled the condom down my cock, my body already moving as though I were inside her.

  She was deadly sex dressed in nice clothes. And now those clothes were on my floor. The only thing left on her body wa
s the wedding band we picked out together when we were dead drunk. Minutes before confessing our new love for each other, laughing as we spoke our vows, and then promising to be together forever.

  I touched her waist again, which was in a tie for my favorite spot on her other than her full tits and her soaked pussy. She had curves that only a few women had and knew how to handle. Something told me she didn’t realize how perfect her body was. And that wasn’t her fault. That was the fault of any person who called themselves a man and had the chance to touch her but had no idea what to do with her.

  Fucking losers.

  I pulled her to the edge of the dresser.

  Her head and upper back rested against the mirror. Her body was at an angle, her tits resting against her chest, looking delicious.

  I put my mouth to her left breast, nuzzling my nose to her nipple.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whispered.

  I positioned my cock to her entrance and pressed just enough to show her how much she’d have to open to fit me. My tongue swirled around her nipple as I entered her, feeling her tight cunt squeeze against the ridge of my cock. I pulled back, almost fucking up the entire night right there because that sensation of her rubbing against me was enough to make me want to fill the condom instantly.

  I sucked in a breath and opened my mouth, engulfing her breast.

  I drove forward, not taking any chances to go slow and fuck around.

  I was here to fuck her.

  Nothing else. Nothing less. Nothing more.

  Just fuck Harper.

  Her nails scratched against the wood of the dresser as she cried out.

  I was halfway inside her when I paused.

  My teeth came together at her nipple and I pulled back.

  “Tyler!” she yelled for the first time of many in our marriage.

  I went for her breast again as I pulled my cock back, ready for another hard thrust.

  Harper moved her hands from the dresser and reached for my ass.

  She pulled.

  She wanted more.

  That was enough to get my attention from her breast.

  I eased away and stood tall, towering over her.

  The way her arms reached for my ass made her breasts press together in a sight I would never fucking forget.

  I started to fuck her.

  Each thrust adding an inch into her.

  And with each inch, her face became more shocked and flushed.

  I knew within seconds I was the biggest she ever had. I was the one who had been the deepest. I was the one who left her the fullest.

  When I had myself all the way inside her, I stopped.

  Her hips kept moving though, grinding against me.

  Her face looked hopeless as her mouth opened. Her lips quivered in a speechless motion.

  She shut her eyes for a second and bit her lip.

  Her nails scratched to the front of my legs.

  She pushed but I wasn’t giving in.

  I pressed harder against her. I lifted as I did so, forcing her an inch off the dresser only to let her crash back down. It only took three of those motions before Harper slapped her hands back to her dresser and cried out with a whimper.

  Her back arched, her tits thrust forward at me.

  I kept going, so fucking deep inside her.

  She throbbed… clenching, releasing, clenching, just seconds away from climax.

  My thumbs pressed against the front of her hip bone as my fingers wrapped tight around her hips.

  I pulled her and pushed her as I started to fuck her again.

  Her eyes went wide as she stared at me, realizing that she met the one man who knew exactly how to fuck her. How to fill her, bring her within an inch of climax, and then fuck her so her orgasm would ripple head to toe.

  Her legs wrapped around me as she began to shake.

  “I’m coming,” she announced in a breath voice as she put her head back, letting out a series of noises.

  “I know, darling,” I said to her. “I’m making you come. “And I’m just getting started.”

  She threw her head back and let out another cry as my hands kneaded into her ass.

  I was now behind her, taking her faster by the second.

  Her hands were flat against the bed as she pushed up and looked back at me.

  We were sweating, and I wasn’t quite ready to finish yet.

  Harper reached back and touched my stomach. Her fingertips flirted down my abs muscles before she pulled my hand away from her ass. She cupped her own cheek and pulled, pumping back at me.

  Her breathing was as wild as mine.

  Her hand lasted only a few thrusts before she put her hand back to the bed.

  She lowered her top half down, lifting her ass even higher for me to have.

  Every inch of her body was a thing of perfection. Her body was shapely, the way a real woman was supposed to be. Her ass was round and perfect to hold. Her legs were made to pump back at my thrusts. At one point, I stopped fucking her and let her use me like I was a toy. I was there on my knees, watching her move herself against me. The way her rich pink folds clung to the sides of my cock, guiding me and in out of her.

  But right now, I was in control again.

  My hands raced up to the sides of her body.

  I leaned forward and fucked with force, making her move all the way down to the bed.

  I put my chest to her back as I thrust at her.

  I moved the sweaty hair out of her face as she took me over and over, groaning each time.

  My speed increased as I tasted her breath.

  Her eyes looked to mine and I needed to kiss her.

  I needed to taste her mouth… and other places.

  She turned her head and I met her for a wild kiss.

  Our tongues were fucking sloppy, battling for control and space.

  I devoured her as I fucked her faster.

  There wasn’t much time left for me to hold back. There was no need either.

  I could rip this condom off, roll a fresh one on, and keep going.

  We kissed like crazy fools, her ass pumping back, trying to keep up to me. We weren’t in a real rhythm, which made the entire thing even hotter.

  My right hand slipped to small of her back and when she lifted up, I pushed her down and then fucked harder at her.

  It was so fast and so wild…

  Harper reached for the headboard and I saw the glittering of her engagement ring and her wedding band.

  I broke the kiss and hissed as my cock began to spill into the condom.

  Harper sucked in a breath and shut her eyes as she felt the pumping deep inside her core.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispered.

  I shut her up by kissing her again.

  Sloppy as before.

  When my balls stopped throbbing, I gently fucked.

  Easing my way out of her.

  I moved my lips down her back, right between her shoulder blades.

  My cock fell out of her and I hung there, throbbing.

  My right hand touched the back of her leg.

  She shivered and groaned.

  I made a trail of kisses down her entire back, the length of her spine.

  My hands touched her ass and I wasn’t done yet.

  My tongue playfully moved around to her hip and I rolled her to her side.

  “Tyler,” she whimpered as she touched my hair.

  I left her leg and could smell her sweet honey as it trickled from her body.

  I kissed her inner thigh and growled.

  I was suddenly hungry.

  17

  (Harper)

  His tongue rolled forcefully against my center and I thrust up at him. How the hell I still had energy for him was beyond me. I had lost count of how my times I came already but I knew that Tyler now held the record for most times making me come. It was an endless supply of orgasms, like a factory just pumping them out.

  And speaking of pumping, I looked down and watched the way he
tasted me.

  My jaw dropped as that deep rolling sensation attacked me again. My core tightened, and my breath became shorter as his tongue darted in and out of me. He licked up, curling his tongue against my clit. Then he moved right back down. It made me whimper, wanting him to stay at my clit. I was sure he knew that though. He was just being Tyler, this rough and tough asshole that I somehow married and I now had my left heel against the middle of his back, bouncing it up and down with the motion of his tongue against my wettest skin. Tyler was in complete control of my pleasure, yet I was in complete control of my body. Being slightly on my side, my leg lifted up, the way certain parts of my body and my curves looked, it made me want to feel self-conscious. But as another peak of pleasure attacked me, I managed to groan.

  I hated to admit it - but Tyler made me feel pretty.

  It shouldn’t have been up to a guy to make me feel pretty, but there was something about him. The ravenous way he came after me and touched me. The look in his eyes and the little grins. The movement of his body and his hands. And it also helped that his cock was a piece of artwork and his tongue just the same.

  I managed to lift my ass off the bed as I rocked up and down against his mouth.

  His hands slipped under my ass, cupping me, holding me there.

  He eased his tongue up to my clit and latched tight. As he suckled, I lost my breath again. I made a mental note that if I was going to continue this kind of sex life with Tyler, I would need an oxygen tank to survive it.

  Yeah right. There was no continuing anything. The sex would end. The marriage would end. This would be a mem…

  I cried out and slammed my ankle to the middle of his strong back.

  Tyler popped off my clit for a second as he groaned.

  I looked down at him again, thinking I hurt him.

  He carefully moved his hands to back of my legs and pushed, bringing my legs into the air, opening me even wider. My legs started to shake wildly as I ached and throbbed between my legs.

  Tyler came forward again and kissed my clit without anything that resembled gentle and tender. He was fast and rough. The tip of his tongue raced in all directions. His lips closed around my nub and tugged enough to make me groan. He loudly popped off with a wet noise that made me blush. But it also made me want more.