Picture Us (Turn it Up Book 3)

by Natalie Parker

  3

  I feel a sheen of sweat materializing across my chest and shoulders, my heart is racing, and my breath is heavy as I move along with Tyler. We’re moving at a fast pace, and every thrust, roll, and caress of my skin elicits a gasp from deep in my chest.

  The Latin beat of the music ceases and my feet stop moving, pleading with my shoes for mercy. Tyler wraps one of his manly arms around my back and yanks me close, bringing our faces centimeters apart, giving me a sensual smile with hooded eyes before releasing me.

  Not what you were expecting? Me neither.

  “Drink?” he suggests.

  “Please” I nod vigorously in agreement as he leads me back to our high table where I’m thankful to see that there are still a few ice cubes left in my water. I take a few grateful gulps through the straw before taking the hair tie off my wrist and pulling my hair up in a messy knot. I look up to find Tyler watching with interest before blinking and turning his attention to the server that has appeared at his side.

  “Margarita?” he asks.

  “Yeah, sounds great. Rocks and salt please,” I tell the server.

  “Same,” Tyler gives a polite smile to the man who returns it and walks away. “So, how’d I do? You having a good time?”

  “Yes, definitely.” I nod with my words. I seriously am. And I’m turned on as all hell. I had no idea Tyler knew how to salsa dance. The surprise, quickly followed by the reality grinding against me, sent my libido into hyper-drive. Zero to sixty. Okay that’s a lie, I started out at at least thirty but you get my meaning. And Tyler pulled, spun, and swiveled me around that dance floor for six songs straight. I’m sweating everywhere, including under my panties. Wait, that’s not sweat.

  With the way Tyler grabbed me, pulled me in close, let his hands guide my hips, and pressed his body against mine for the last half hour, all with the sexiest confidence I’ve ever seen, my vagina is falling over, waving a white flag, crying out “just do him already!”

  “I’ve never done this before,” I add, trying to divert the sexual tension that’s trying to declare war over my judgement.

  “What? Salsa?” he clarifies, leaning in close with his arm over the back of my chair to hear me better. He’s just breaking out all the moves tonight. “You’re a dancer,” he reminds me. “I remember that much.”

  “Doesn’t mean I’ve got them all mastered,” I point out, fanning myself with a napkin and blowing a breath out between my lips. “But you,” I turn to him. “What the hell?” I wave my hand out at the dance floor and back to him as he drops his head back in a chuckle. “I’m serious. Explain! How did you learn to do that?”

  “Did I surprise you?” he teases, bringing his head back down to look at me.

  “Yeah. You did. Now spill it.”

  “Alright,” he chuckles, leaning away to relax back in his seat but keeping a hand on the back of my chair. He gazes out at the dance floor and back to me as he continues, his voice elevated to be heard over the exhilarating music. “Growing up, I hated being in my house. My parents fought like ‘roided out cats and dogs, and it was non-stop. My best friend, Juan, lived down the street. His parents are Puerto Rican; huge family. Wonderful people. Always welcomed me. I was practically part of the family. They even took me along to weddings, family reunions, anniversaries, you name it.”

  “And they were big into dancing?”

  “Oh yeah. Dancing fools. They’d take it long into the night.” He’s smiling, I can tell, fondly at the memory as he shakes his head, looking out at the crowd again. “This was all through middle school, high school, and beyond. You don’t spend that big of a chunk of life with people like that without learning a few things.”

  And just like that, with a short story from his past, I get a small glimpse of Tyler the human, instead of the superficial front he usually shows people. The only other time I’d seen it show was once when he helped Jack bounce a douchebag out of the bar when he was harassing Mayzie. The feeling it gives me is almost eerie. I try to shake it off and get back to this fun night out. I slug more water and then switch to the margarita when they show up.

  “So, how’d you find this place?” I ask.

  He chuckles again, this time actually looking a little timid.

  “One of Juan’s three sisters was here one night. She’d had too much to drink and needed a ride home. Juan couldn’t get away from work so he called me to come get her. I stayed for a couple of dances, and I’ve been wanting to come back.”

  I nod, my smile turning complacent. I look away and scan the dance floor as my mind goes somewhere it doesn’t want to. I’m not naïve. Tyler’s been with a lot of women. It’s a known fact he doesn’t try to hide. But being reminded of it isn’t conducive to cutting loose and having a good time with him tonight.

  “I see where that pretty mind of yours is going,” his deep voice breaks through my fog, snapping me back to the moment.

  “What?” I ask defensively.

  “The answer is no. It was my best friend’s sister. Believe it or not, I have some boundaries.”

  “Of course. Sorry,” I roll my eyes at myself and feel the flush come back to my cheeks.

  “Forget it,” he replies with a gracious smile. “Let’s get back out there.” He finishes his drink and hops off his chair. I take a few quick slurps of my drink before letting him pull me off my seat and back towards the floor.

  I have to give props to my date. She may not have danced salsa before, but her background definitely helps her keep up. And while I know I was assertive earlier back at The Cedar, I can tell she’s here because she wants to be; that she doesn’t feel coerced. Annie’s always come off strong and confident to me, and I can tell by her smile and the way she carries herself through every move on the floor that she doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to. And with every song she gets more comfortable, touching me more, leaning into me, and throwing more into it.

  Only problem, well, I wouldn’t call it a problem necessarily, is that my jeans are getting tighter by the minute. Watching her skirt flare when she rocks her hips, the strands of hair that have come lose and are falling around her neck making me want to put my lips to the skin there, the way her flowery scent is coming off of her with the rise of her body heat and washing over me; all of it is making my cock strain against the denim.

  “Let me out!” I can practically hear it yelling. “Just for a minute! Just let her see me! Let me touch her!”

  But I make him endure the torture. The thing is, she doesn’t do the one-nighter thing. I know it, and I can tell my dick knows it too, and it’s what’s making it so painful. What’s further messing me up is that I’d put us both through this every night if it meant I got to hang out with her. The feeling is an unfamiliar one and I’m trying to push it to the back of my brain, forbidding it to take over this moment.

  I spin her out before yanking her back in to me. I’m blown away by how she’s breathing hard but not hard enough to keep her from dropping her head back in a laugh that I can’t help but laugh back at. I wrap an arm around her and we work our way down and back up, rotating our hips together as one unit while I try to pin her with bedroom eyes, hopefully searching for any hint of arousal in hers. I see it there, alright. Just not in the way I expected to, like she’s helplessly giving into desire. More like she’s daring me to act on mine.

  Holy fuck.

  I give her hip a nudge, half spinning her so that she’s facing away before pulling her back against me. That look threw me off my game for a split second and I need to regain my bearings. When I’m with a woman, I don’t need to be in control of her or what transpires, but I damn well need to be in control of myself, and I was in danger for a second there. When my head’s back where I want it, I let my hands travel down the soft skin of her arms before gripping back onto her hips. There’s a hint of dominance in the touch, and I bring my face close to hers to gauge her reaction. My blood warms a few more degrees when she drops her head back on my shoulder.

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sp; I pull her against me, her ass flush with my crotch as I keep my hands on her hips, guiding us in a figure eight motion, the move making my dick want to cry. I steel myself and decide to push my luck, leaning in close to ask, “so what do you want to do after this?” low in her ear. She turns her body so that she can show me those bourbon eyes of hers.

  “I want to keep having fun.”

  4

  Women. Have. Needs.

  Just like men have needs, and they have no qualms about going out and satisfying those needs with no strings attached. So why the hell shouldn’t I? I decide, as Tyler presses his body against mine against the brick wall outside Caliente, the club we just came out of. His finger traces along my bottom lip as he looks down at me with hooded eyes.

  “Thought you don’t do guys that don’t do relationships,” he reminds me.

  “Yeah, well, I’ve gone without long enough to make an exception. Once,” I say, holding up a finger. “So,” I say trying to move the conversation forward to the part where we get it on, keeping my voice at a soft and seductive level. “Where’s your place?”

  He looks uncomfortable for a second, so brief, I almost miss it before he answers me.

  “Nah, my place is a mess right now, let’s go to yours.”

  “Oh. My. God,” I say incredulously, my smile amused. “You want to go to my house so that you can just go and spare yourself the awkwardness of asking me to leave when we’re done!” I finish with a chuckle. His mouth drops open but smiles and he stammers, I’m sure trying to find the right words that would convince me I’m wrong, but I cut him off. “You know what? It’s fine. My place it is. That way I can just go to sleep and you can just go. No walk of shame for me.” I smirk and tilt my head in a teasing manner.

  Tyler just smiles down at me, shaking his head.

  “Wow. You are one sassy smart ass,” he muses as he strokes my chin with his thumb. “And it’s extremely fucking sexy,” he finishes as he leans down and presses his lips to mine with the perfect combination of gentle yet firm. His lips are warm and move against mine before he glides his tongue against them, coaxing me to open my mouth so that we can take the kiss deeper. And we do. It’s the deepest anyone has ever kissed me. The way his tongue sweeps through my mouth and how he reaches behind me to pull the tie out of my hair, letting it fall loose so that he can thread both hands into it... The kiss gets harder and hotter until our need to lose clothes is inevitable and he leads me to his car.

  Fifteen minutes later, Tyler and I crash through the front door of my house, our lips continuing to grab on to each other as we both try to shrug out of our jackets at the same time. We let them fall to the floor and I immediately kick my shoes off. With my heels gone, I have to go up on my toes to give my mouth better access to Tyler’s. He bends down, meeting me halfway as his hands roam from my hips, up my ribs and around to my back. We’re grabbing, kissing, stumbling, until my ass comes in contact with the first flat surface we find, which is my kitchen table. The legs scrape against the floor, startling me, but not enough to break my mouth from his. Our legs have stopped, but not the rest of our bodies as we lean into each other, hands still exploring.

  After a moment, Tyler leans back just enough to look in my eyes. They bore into mine, and I’ve never seen a man’s eyes blaze with so much want. For me. He doesn’t look away as his hands come up to my shoulders, grip the material of my dress, and fiercely yank it down my arms. The fast and hard movement surprises me, but I keep my eyes locked on his, trying not to show it as he yanks hard a second time, completely shucking the garment down to my waist, leaving me naked from the waist up, save for the purple bra my boobs are pushed together in. It’s rough and dominant, and the shock of it revs my motor even more. So does the slight confusion that follows when he changes the pace, taking my face in his hands and kissing me more sensually instead of the hard and frantic manner from seconds before. And then again when he takes my bottom lip between his teeth and lets his tongue dart out to lick it better… Oh man. Our rhythm picks up again and following his lead, I reach down and pull his shirt out of his jeans before bringing my hands up to pull it apart at the opening, sending buttons flying, just barely registering the pinging sound they make when they bounce off the wood floor.

  Tyler shrugs his shoulders out of the shirt and pulls it off, and holy mother of all that is holy, he may have dialed back the body building some, but he has certainly not let himself slide. Abs, guns, they’re all here.

  He immediately brings his hands back to me. One arm goes behind my back as if he’s trying to anchor me where I am, while his other hand travels down my stomach and up under my dress, groping around for the sensitive spot between my legs. He rubs on the outside of my panties, almost in a soothing way; as if he knows how much I’m aching for his touch and he’s trying to make it all better.

  With the one arm he has around me, Tyler hefts me up to sit on my table, before reaching past me to sweep the fruit basket off. It tumbles to the floor; the oranges it was holding thudding on the hardwood floor before rolling in different directions. He gently presses me to lay back and hovers over me to press his mouth to mine again, letting his tongue dive inside as his other hand works its way inside my panties, finding the wetness that has begun to make its way out of me. He pulls away to kiss down my neck, letting his tongue peek out again to swirl around the hollow of my throat, eliciting a desperate moan from my lips.

  Another rush of arousal flows like molten lava to my core from the sensation of his fingers rubbing my clit, combined with the anticipation of where his mouth might be headed as I feel that amazing tongue of his dip inside my cleavage, stroking the sensitive skin. Another moan escapes me from deep in my chest as Tyler kisses his way down my stomach while he works the skirt of my dress up around my thighs. Oh fuck, what panties did I put on tonight? Please match my bra. Oh yeah, I wore the black, flowery satin ones, thank God. He pulls his hand away to grab on to either side of my panties and pulls them roughly down my hips, tossing them to the side. His hands caress up and down my thighs a few times before grasping my knees and lifting them into position over his shoulders. Pulling a chair behind him, he looks at me with hooded bedroom eyes that dominate, yet ask me permission at the same time, before he closes them and runs his tongue down the inside of the left thigh, leaving a trail of wetness. My eyes close and my head tilts back when I feel it swipe up through my folds. That, along with a gentle vibration from the moan Tyler makes when his mouth comes in contact with my skin, makes my entire body hum. It’s as if he’s waited a lifetime to taste me, and it’s ten times better than he’d hoped.

  It’s slow, and soft; teasing. And then he does it again with slightly more pressure, making me gasp. Each sweep of his tongue against my clit is harder and wetter than the last, and my hands reach down to grip the edge of the table as Tyler continues to lick me and groan against my skin, driving me fucking insane. I’m a moaning, panting, whimpering mess, letting it all out; everything he’s making me feel. His hands alternate gripping hard to the skin of my thighs, and soothing it with a caress as his tongue moves swifter and harder against my clit, occasionally diving and thrusting inside of me. He latches onto me, going back and forth between sucking and licking, his tongue pushing me closer to orgasm. My moans get louder, sounding desperate. It feels too good. I want to hit the pause button and stay in this blissful euphoria forever, yet I can’t take it anymore.

  “Tyler… oh my God… Shit!” My nonsensical cries of ecstasy earn me another moan against my pussy, bringing me up another level.

  I arch my back, pushing into his mouth, and with a few more flicks of his tongue, the world turns bright white behind my eyelids as a monumental orgasm crashes through me, making me cry out; and while I can barely hear it over the blood roaring in my ears, I’m pretty sure I can be heard all up and down my street. I swear I feel my soul leave my body and explode into millions of tiny particles that hang suspended in the air around us. As I come down, they gravitate back towards each
other, slowly reconnecting until I’m whole again and it rejoins my body.

  Still trying to catch my breath, I open my eyes and chance a look down at the man who just rocked my world and turned it upside down. His eyes are on mine again, with a blend of satisfaction and awe dancing in them. My throat is dry and my chest is heaving as he begins to kiss up my leg towards my hip, speaking to me in a sexy rasp between kisses.

  “Your… pussy… is so… fucking… sweet,” his deep voice murmurs against my skin as his lips reach my stomach. My hands come up to thread themselves in his black hair, holding on as he brings his face up to mine and starts kissing me, sweetly at first, and then with an urgency. I reach down and palm his cock that has steeled inside his jeans, and sweet lord… I don’t think that will fit inside me.

  Tyler groans into my mouth and reaches down to fumble with his belt. My arousal starts to wake again when I hear the clinking of the buckle, followed by the pop of the button on his fly. He reaches back to pull his wallet out of his back pocket before pushing his jeans down below his ass, taking his black boxer briefs with them. He pulls out a folded strip of condoms, maybe three or four, and tears one off. I look down to watch him pump his massive cock with his hand a couple of times before rolling the latex onto it, while he looks at me with eyes that say they’re about to own me.

  “You still want to do this?” he asks in a gravelly whisper as he comes down to hover over me.

  “Yes,” I tell him with a frantic nod.

  “Yeah?” he taunts as I continue to nod. “You want me?” He presses the tip of his rock-hard dick against my entrance. While I’m worried whether I can accommodate such a thick beast of a cock, I sure as hell want to try.

  I never thought I’d meet a girl that could go head-to-head with me the way Annie does. The flirting, the dancing, the foreplay… and the hot-ass sex we’re about to have. Most girls seem to just submit to what I want, I think to please me in the hopes I’ll keep coming back for more. But Annie isn’t afraid to go after what she wants, and fuck, the sounds she’s not afraid to make. It’s making my blood run hotter than ever and my cock is aching to get inside her, to see what other sounds I can make come out of her.