Picture Us (Turn it Up Book 3)

by Natalie Parker

  I line it up with her opening and rub it up and down her slit a few times as she holds my face and whimpers into my mouth while I kiss her and rub my tongue against hers. I start to push through her entrance and my mind almost explodes when I find out how fucking tight she is.

  “Aww, fuck,” I curse out as I get in just past the head. I have to stop and give us both a second to get used to the pressure. I drop my face to her neck and groan as I try to push in a little farther. She lets out a moan intermingled with a grunt as I feel her walls trying to stretch with my girth. I stop again and stroke in and out a little bit, trying to soothe us both before pushing in farther, repeating the motions again.

  “Ty-,” she gasps out as I get in farther. Her voice shortening my name like that, like we’ve known each other forever, is almost my undoing.

  “How are you so fucking tight?” My voice is a strangled whisper as I stroke out and push back in again, this time taking it all the way to the hilt as she drops her head back in a low groan. “Fucking amazing,” I add as I start to pump in and out at a slow pace. I pant and moan along with her, our voices filling the dead quiet of her kitchen. I’ve never understood the guys out there that think they have to be quiet and stoic and shit during sex, like they can’t give away the fact that they’re enjoying themselves. They should have their Right to Carry a Penis card taken away, if you ask me. I’m not afraid to let the beautifully hot woman underneath me know that she’s blowing my mind.

  “Ahh…” I hiss out as we get used to each other and I pick up the pace. This is unbelievable. I didn’t realize how stuck in a rut I’ve been until tonight. And I don’t just mean how Annie and are I having five-alarm-fire sex on her table. I’m talking about how her laugh caused a tingling in my chest I’d never felt, the way we moved together dancing, and most of all, how when she walked into my bar tonight after not seeing her in over three years, I felt like the universe had sent her there to find me, like it wanted to give me another chance at spending some time with her; a second chance I didn’t even know I was waiting for, and holy fuck, she just squeezed the ever living hell out of my cock.

  “Shit,” I drop my face to her neck, and stroke the skin just below her jaw with my tongue. “Do that again.”

  “This?” she teases, squeezing me hard again, her rhythm not even faltering as her hips move along with mine.

  “Fuck yeah, that” I urge her on. Her pussy is tight around my cock to begin with, but when she squeezes and grips me like that, it makes my mind want to self-destruct.

  “Oh my God, Tyler, harder…” she groans out. She doesn’t have to ask me twice; I immediately start pounding my hips into her harder, feeling my dick hit her sweet spot deep inside. Her moans turn to screams and a sheen of sweat starts to spread across my back. I lean down to give her shoulder a nip with my teeth before sucking on her sweet skin.

  I’m sure you’ve guessed by now, that sex is my thing, but this… this is fucking everything. How the fuck did I never know that it could be… this?

  Holy shit, we haven’t even finished yet and I can already say this is the best sex of my life. Don’t tell him, I think his ego’s probably big enough already. But seriously, Tyler’s grunts and moans, his dirty talk, the way he switches from rough to sweet and back again… not to mention the way he’s pummeling me with his seriously endowed cock. It all comes together to create the perfect storm of pleasure, raging inside my core.

  His thrusts have reached a hard, brutal rhythm, hitting me so deep with each punishing stroke. There’s slight pain mixed in with the pleasure, and I’ve never felt a better sensation in my life. It feels so good I can’t fucking stand it, and I give some of it back to him by squeezing his shaft again and clawing hard into the skin of his back, earning me a good long grunt from deep in his throat.

  He pulls one of the cups of my bra down to bring his mouth down over my tit, swirling his warm, wet tongue around the tip, making the fever climb and I buck into him harder.

  “Show me your eyes,” he demands breathlessly. “So pretty,” he says, when I look up to see the ecstasy burning in the dark depths of his. He lays a hand on the table while reaching behind me with his other arm to gather me close. With a few more hard hits from his cock, I explode around him, coming harder than I ever have in my life. My arms go around his neck, hanging on tightly as I get tossed around in the waves.

  “God!” Tyler grunts into my neck as he joins me in this exquisite release. His body jerks and shudders against mine as his roars join my cries. I feel his cock pulse and throb inside of me as my orgasm rolls and rolls through my body. It seems to go on forever as we take turns moaning and cursing before I finally release him and let my body relax back on the table as he steadies his weight on both hands, hovering over me, trying to catch his breath.

  That… was epic. I’m not likely to forget that. Ever.

  We both stare at each other a moment, before each letting out a breathless chuckle. He lays his body down on mine and kisses my mouth, moaning softly against my lips. “I don’t think there are words for how fucking incredible that was,” he muses. When he straightens back up, he gently pulls out of me and starts pulling his pants the rest of the way… down? I draw my eyebrows together and run a hand into my hair as he steadies himself on the table, kicking off his shoes and then stepping out of his jeans.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, giving him a confused smile which he meets with that panty-singeing, cocky, sweet smile of his.

  “What’s it look like I’m doing?” he answers with an endearing tilt of his head.

  “Well, it looks like you’re fixing to stay longer which I didn’t think was part of your usual routine.” I really thought this would be a wham-bam kind of thing, and I’d already made my peace with it to be honest. Tyler doesn’t get attached, and taking off after the deed seems like the next logical step to avoiding that.

  He takes the material of my dress which is still hiked around my waist and eases it down my legs and off me before taking my hand and gently pulling me up to sit in front of him. He tilts my chin up with one hand while the other goes behind me to unsnap my bra.

  “You are out of your damn mind if you think I’m done with you.” I feel my eyes go wide as I look up at him, taking in what he just said. He grabs the other condoms and gathers me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. Before making another move, a sincerity falls across his eyes. “Unless you want me to be?”

  “Oh hell no,” I reassure him with a smile. He laughs and carries me down the hall to the bedroom.

  5

  I collapse back against the pillows on Annie’s bed, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath, a layer of sweat covering my body. I turn my head to look at her and find her in the same state that I am. She’s panting, her chest is flushed, and a couple of strands of her caramel hair are sticking to her neck. It’s the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen. She turns her head in my direction, her eyes are half lidded as she looks at me through her dark lashes. She doesn’t speak but I can see a million things going through her mind behind those hazel eyes of hers. I just don’t know what they are. I can only hope she’s replaying the last couple of hours through her head like I am. Like how good it was when we came together in the kitchen, and how it got even better once we got to her comfortable bed and could roll around on each other. The way I could smell the coconut in her hair and the way her boobs felt in my hands when I pounded into her from behind. The sound she made that was half moan, half cry when I pleaded in her ear for her to come for me again.

  Four times, and my condoms are gone. I wonder if she has any, and then I shock the fuck out of myself when I realize I hope she doesn’t, because it would mean she’s recently been with other guys. I don’t know where the fuck that feeling came from. Why the hell should I care? I shouldn’t. I don’t. Besides, that would be a whole pot-and-kettle thing. In the end, I decide not to ask. Instead, I turn onto my side facing her, resting my head on one arm and reaching my other to lay across h
er. Her eyebrows go up a little at the gesture, like she’s surprised, but she doesn’t push me away or anything. I wish she’d realize that just because I don’t like to get too deeply involved, doesn’t mean I’m a cold-hearted ass who can’t be affectionate.

  “I don’t have any condoms,” she quirks an eyebrow at me.

  What the fuck? How has this woman been calling me out on my shit all night? She’s definitely not the brand I usually end up spending an evening with. I try to play innocent again anyway, even though I know it’s useless.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask, acting like I really don’t have a clue.

  “Come on. If I’ve learned one thing tonight, it’s that you have stamina and we just used your last condom.” She smiles with her tongue between her teeth and it’s so fucking cute and sexy.

  “That doesn’t mean I can go all night,” I protest, even though I totally could. With her, definitely. Still, I try to throw her off. “I’m not a machine, woman.” I give her a smile and stroke my thumb across her hip.

  “Sure you’re not,” she flashes me a smile back, totally patronizing me. “But,” her expression turns slightly serious. “Maybe that’s our cue to call it a night?”

  Dammit. She’s probably right. While I treat the women I go out with nicely, I don’t do overnights. They’re too intimate and can send the wrong message. Annie knows how I operate. She sees it and she’s expecting it. She’s probably been down this road before with some other guy that does things the same way. And now I want to punch that guy in the face. Which means I should punch myself in the face… fuck, my head is so messed up right now.

  All I know is I’m having a great time, and I’m amazed to realize I don’t want it to end. Plus, Annie’s bed is really fucking comfortable. I decide to divert with a little teasing.

  “What, big plans tomorrow? Because you know you don’t need beauty sleep, right?”

  “Why thank you,” she responds, humorously batting her eyelashes. “And yeah, big day tomorrow. I blew off some work to go out tonight, and I think I’m going to have to add shopping for a new kitchen table to the to-do list.”

  “Why? That’s a good one in there,” I say hiking my thumb over my shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. “It’s nice and sturdy.”

  “Yeah, but after what we did on it, I’m going to have to set fire to it.” Oh… yeah.

  “Well, I’m honored to be the last one to eat at it.”

  A laugh escapes from between Annie’s lips before she throws her head back and lets it out all the way. It’s a full-on laugh that I can tell is coming straight from her belly. It’s warm, genuine and infectious. The girl is laughing so hard, making the tingling return to my chest again as I start to laugh with her, unable to help myself.

  When we both settle back down, she draws in a sigh, looking resigned. “So, I guess you should-,”

  “Yeah, I should get going,” I gently cut in, so that she doesn’t have to finish the sentence; also to align my actions with her expectations. “Soon. I just need a few minutes to recover.”

  “Okay.” She looks a little unsure, but still smiles. I reach down and pull her sheet up over us and settle back down close to her. I just need a few minutes to bask, reflect, and get my strength back. That’s what I tell myself as I close my eyes.

  My bladder wakes me up a couple of hours later. It’s still dark out and I try to look at my bedside clock but I can’t see it. Because it’s behind Tyler. He’s still here. He’s close to me, with a hand still on my hip. Shit. I mean it’s nice, but this can’t happen. Him staying wasn’t supposed to happen. He’s not a relationship guy. I, on the other hand, am looking for someone to spend my life with, and this could get messy if we don’t make a clean break of it.

  First thing’s first; I have to pee. I walk on stiff legs to the bathroom and back before finding one of the big t-shirts I like to sleep in and slipping it on. Able to see the clock now, I note that it’s almost four in the morning. I reach out and gently shake Tyler’s shoulder.

  “Tyler,” I whisper, giving him another shake. As much as I just want to climb back into bed and stay there with his heavy arm over me, that’s a rabbit hole I can’t go down. As good as it felt waking up to the pleasant surprise of him there next to me, making me feel connected to him… I must not feel connected to him. Physically was one thing, but this could get really emotional, really fast.

  “Tyler… Ty,” I whisper a little louder, shaking him a little harder. Finally, he grumbles and blinks up at me.

  “What’s going on?” he whispers, his voice thick with sleep.

  “You fell asleep.”

  “Mmm… oh, shit. I did.” He sniffs and rubs his eyes. Oh dear lord, he’s adorable when he wakes up. He seriously needs to go.

  He finally gets up and walks back toward the front of the house where our clothes lie discarded in various places around my table. I sit on my bed and wait for him to put himself together and make his way back to my room. He walks in with his jacket zipped up, probably because I wrecked the poor guys’ shirt earlier. It happens.

  “Do you want to exchange numbers? We could do this again…” he trails off and shrugs his shoulders.

  “Oh, no. That’s okay. Once, remember?” I tilt my head, trying to remind him gently.

  “Right,” he says, nodding. “You sure? It was a pretty great time we had.”

  “Yes,” I agree, blowing out a breath as I reminisce on just how great. “We definitely did. But in the long run, I’m looking for permanent and you’re not. Us doing this again,” I sweep my hand between us, “could really confuse things. It’s probably best if we aren’t together again. Like this.”

  “Like this,” he echoes, squinting his eyes and tilting his head. “But you’re still going to come photograph the bar, right?”

  “Oh, yeah,” I give him my serious eyes. “I’ll be there. And we can still see each other… around. We can be friends.”

  He hesitates a moment, but finally says, “Alright,” attempting a half smile. He leans down and kisses my cheek, his lips lingering for just an extra second before he backs away and heads for my front door. I follow behind to see him out and lock up behind him. We exchange one more look before I tell him to drive safe. He tells me he will and turns to head for his car. When I close the door and throw the lock, I feel a sense of finality. There. Done. That was for the best, even if there is a tiny part of me that kind of wishes it wasn’t.

  I walk into my apartment, drop my keys on the small table and hang my jacket by the door. I amble straight over to my tiny bathroom, intent on a fast shower before flopping on my bed and crashing out again. I blink against the harsh fluorescent light when I flick it on and start the water. As it warms up, I start losing my clothes. My shirt comes right off and I chuckle to myself at its missing buttons. Once I discard my pants and boxers in the hamper, I turn to climb in when I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, more specifically, the edge of my back. When I turn to examine myself over my shoulder, my lower jaw and my eyebrows shoot in two different directions in amazement at the deep red scratches I see on my back.

  Annie left me a souvenir. Damn, that was so amazing, the way I’d give and she’d give back. Being with women that just go along with what I want is starting to seriously get old. But with her, whether it was rough or tender, she matched every one of my moves, kisses, or touches with one of her own. Like I’d found my equal, my counterpart.

  Fuck. I can’t think like that. The truth is, I’m feeling something. It’s a small something, but it will only grow the more I think about her. Feelings lead to more time spent together and eventually joining lives, and what was once great turns into a fucking flaming disaster like my parent’s relationship, and the next thing you know, you’ve bought real estate in Hell.

  And I almost headed down that road tonight when I fell asleep next to a woman who shifted my world in one night. She was right; that should probably only be a one-time thing, I convince myself under the spra
y, flinching slightly when the hot water hits the claw marks on my back, but enjoying it when I think back to how it felt to have her dig into me so hard in reaction to how good I was making her feel.

  After toweling off, I throw on fresh boxers and collapse into my bed which feels cold and rock-hard after falling asleep in Annie’s.

  I toss and turn for a while until finally pulling a pillow close to my body. It’s then that my eyes thankfully drift shut.

  6

  Thank. You. Tyler.

  This is what I think to myself as I stare back at my reflection in the bathroom mirror the next morning. My hair is in poufy disarray, there’s a hickey on my shoulder from when Tyler sucked on the skin there, and am I glowing? Is that what it looks like to glow? I ask myself as I smile at the sight. I look good and thoroughly fucked, and I’ve never been more satisfied in my life. The entire night was just what I needed to reset. The connection, the conversation, the flirting, the laughs, the fun, the touching… all of it.

  There’s an extra bounce in my step for the next few days as I go about my routine of photo shoots and getting some dances in at the studio. I seem to have gained a newfound appreciation from Mrs. Gallagher, my next-door neighbor. Ever since my romp with Tyler the other night, whenever I’m heading out to my car to leave and she happens to be out on her porch smoking a cigarette, I get a conspirators grin and an eyebrow raise. Great. Happy to entertain.

  On the following Wednesday, I get a message in my inbox on my Facebook business page from Cliff, the owner of The Cedar. Sure enough, Tyler made good on his offer to hire me to take photos for their webpage. A couple of messages later, Cliff and I decide on ten on Sunday morning, before the place is open, for me to come in and get some photos.