by Sabre Rose
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this, about you,” he said breathlessly. He lay me on the bed before pulling his shirt over his head.
The sight of him took my breath away.
He was perfect.
Everything about this man ignited the desire within. Lowering himself to the bed, he pressed his body against the length of mine, propping himself on his elbows as he smoothed the hair back from my face.
“The things I want to do to you,” he said, bending to kiss me again. “The things I will do to you.”
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I ran my fingers over the smooth flesh of his back as he claimed my mouth. His hardness surged, straining against the constraint of our intertwined bodies. My head rolled back into the pillow as his mouth eagerly explored my skin, leaving moist trails in its wake. Rising up, he moved down my body until he reached the hem of my dress, sliding his hands under it and up my thighs. He watched hungrily as the dress lifted higher and higher until he eventually tugged it over my head, leaving me bare and exposed in nothing but my underwear. His eyes darkened as he explored my body. But instead of wanting to cover myself, the opposite was true. I longed to open myself to this man. I wanted him on top of me, under me, inside me.
Tyler placed his hands over the scar that crossed my lower abdomen and ran them over my skin, around my back, flicking the clasps that held my bra together and tossing it to the floor. Then he just stared. His eyes grew wide and dark, his breathing increasing as he watched me. Gently, he encased each breast with his hands, the excess spilling between his fingers. He lowered his mouth towards my chest but did not touch. His breath was hot against my skin. I wanted to arch my back and force my breast into his mouth. Squirming beneath him, ever so slowly, he ran his tongue over my nipple, lapping until I moaned with pleasure.
“I plan on making this last,” he whispered in my ear. “As much as I want to plunge into you right now and fuck you senseless, I also want to savour every moment.”
Then he bent his head again and assaulted my breasts, so slowly, so gently, I felt as though my chest would explode underneath his mouth. He sucked and licked and massaged, and just when I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, he moved to the other breast and started the process all over again.
I quivered with desire. The wetness between my legs was no longer just a burning sensation, it throbbed with longing. But Tyler was intent on taking his time. He moved down my body and started from the bottom, taking my toe in his mouth and running his teeth across the underside of the flesh. I gasped, shocked at how such a small—and what I had previously thought of as a nonsexual part of my body—created ripples of pleasure that tingled through every inch. He moved so he could kiss his way up my body. Lifting my leg, he bended it at the knee so he could kiss the tender flesh underneath. My breath came out in pants as he kissed his way up the inside of my thigh, running his hands over the outer sides, leaving me a trembling mess. My entire body tensed as his mouth came closer and closer to the apex of my thighs, but he stopped before he got there, sighing contentedly as he lay between my legs, the warmth of each breath hitting me where I wanted his mouth to be. Reaching out, he ever so gently ran his fingers over my underwear, inhaling as he did so. He brought his head closer so his lips pressed to the material and the sound of his voice vibrated against my sensitive flesh.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he said, the gentle movement of his lips through the thin and damp material driving me insane. I squirmed again and he reached up to trap me by pressing my hips firmly against the bed.
“Patience,” he demanded and the command of his voice froze my body even though my heart beat erratically. My whole body throbbed as Tyler’s lips met the inside of the thigh previously left unattended, and then he travelled back down my body, running his mouth over every exposed inch of flesh until his teeth ran over the toe of my other foot.
I sat up, reaching for him, but Tyler shook his head, forcing me back onto the bed. “I’m not done. Roll over.”
Without thought, I rolled over willingly even though all I wanted was to feel him inside me. Tyler began at the top this time, sucking on the tender flesh in the crook of my neck, working his way down until his hands ran their way up my sides, holding my arms above my head with one hand, while his mouth kissed every inch of skin he could reach, causing me to twist and turn, tormented by the sensations.
“Be still,” he said softly between kisses.
Releasing the grip around my wrists, he pulled my underwear down and threw them to the ground beside my discarded bra. I was now completely naked and exposed as he sat on top of me, only his chest bare. His hands moved to my backside, his legs either side of mine, the material of his dress pants pressed against the back of my thighs. I tilted my head so I could see his reflection in the large mirror on the side wall. His hands massaged my backside, his eyes dark and stuck on the sight of my pale flesh caught between his fingers. I felt his body tremble, quivering with need. Pressing a single finger against me, he moaned when he brushed the wet flesh, ready and eager for him.
Getting up from the bed, Tyler stood with his eyes fixed on me as he undid the zipper of his pants and let them drop to the floor along with his boxers. He stood before me completely exposed, and I rolled over so my eyes could roam his body freely, locking in on his cock, hard and ready. Tyler walked to the end of the bed, completely comfortable with being naked and having me watch him. There was a confidence to his movements that both excited and relaxed me. Everything about him was sure and controlled. Like he was exactly where he was supposed to be. Like he knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Naked on his bed.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked. “I don’t want to use a condom. I want to feel you. All of you. And I want you to feel me.”
I nodded, ignoring the words of truth that I knew I should utter. Now was not the time. And right now, I didn’t care.
“Open,” he said.
When I didn’t respond, too distracted by the sight of his beautiful body towering over me, he grabbed my legs and tugged me down the bed, pulling them open and leaving me exposed. Sinking to his knees between my legs, he pushed them even further apart to gain better access. Rubbing his finger over my clit, he brought it to his mouth. His eyes closed, as though savouring the sensation, and then, lowering his head, his tongue finally pressed against me. It felt like velvet and fire. Like ice and silk.
I gripped onto the cover of the bed, twisting the material between my fingers as his mouth delivered wave after wave of pleasure. When I finally gained some control, I propped myself up on my elbows, wanting to see him between my legs, his mouth pressed to my sex. He latched onto me, sucking as his grey eyes lifted upwards and met mine over the mounds of my breasts.
The sight of him was almost too much for me and my breathing quickened, my head fell back against the bed as the desire to come rose within. As if he sensed the intensity of my need, Tyler removed himself and stood. Feeling a little dazed, I sat up, my legs still dangling over the edge of the bed and was greeted by the glorious sight of his enlarged cock dangerously close to my mouth. Tyler grasped his hardness in his hand, stroking it a few times as he stood in front of me. Stepping forward, he ran his hand down the side of my face. I grabbed it and brought it to my mouth, placing my lips over one of his fingers, sucking it in until I reached his knuckle.
“Careful,” he growled. “You don’t know what I want to do to you.”
I withdrew his finger only to take in two at a time, sucking them into my mouth as far as they would go. Tyler looked down, mesmerised as he pulled his fingers in and out of my mouth, his chest rising and falling and his cock twitching as I gently ran my teeth over his fingers.
He sucked in a sharp breath of air. “I told you to be careful,” he warned. “I want to be gentle, but if you keep up this sort of thing I may not be able to keep that promise.”
Again I drew his fingers into my mouth, gagging slightly as they hit the back of m
y throat. Tyler cursed quietly and pulled them out, placing his hand around my neck, rubbing the flesh, before twisting his fingers into my hair.
Gazing up the length of his body, I met his eyes. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel the fullness of him inside my mouth, but Tyler’s hands came to rest under my armpits, gently pulling me to my feet. Then he simply kissed me. His hands cupped my face, his cock pressed against the base of my stomach, and he kissed me. His lips were soft and full and I had never been kissed so sensually. He used lips and teeth. His tongue was gentle and soft. Moans of pleasure trembled up my throat and the more that escaped the more intense his kiss became. I lifted my hands and ran them over the toned muscles of his chest. He pressed closer, inviting me to touch him further. Inviting me to explore his body as he had mine. His skin was smooth and soft and hard. My hand ran over the dips of his biceps, the ripples of his stomach, the wide expanse of his shoulders.
Stepping forward, Tyler pushed against me until I felt the edge of the bed against the back of my knees. Placing his hand on the small of my back, he lowered me to the covers of his bed, once again.
My hand snaked between us. I wanted to feel him.
He was hard like steel and he froze and closed his eyes when my hand wrapped around him. Before lowering his mouth to mine again, he took a few deep breaths as my hands worked him up and down, my mind imagining what it would feel like to have him inside me. A slick sheen of sweat covered our bodies. Our breathing was heavy and feverish and when he finally guided himself to my entrance, I held my breath. He moved slowly, pushing his hard length inside me one inch at a time, his eyes locked on mine, the faintest of smiles playing at the corners of his mouth.
I couldn’t help but cry out when he entered me fully. With his hardness pressed against my insides, we were still locked together, him kissing my mouth, my neck, my breasts, as I adjusted to the feel of him. Pressing a little deeper, he groaned into my shoulder and began to rock back and forth. With his arms wrapped around my body, my arms wrapped around his, and our mouths locked together in a feverish and lazy blend of kissing and panting, his movements began to become more forceful. He plunged deeper and harder, each time pulling me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me as though he couldn’t bear for any parts of our bodies not to be connected.
We were wound together like that as the desire mounted inside me, trembled through my every cell and finally erupted as his hardness surged and he came inside me.
He didn’t withdraw. He lay on top of me, his body warm and heavy and content as he ran his lips over my collarbone, gently placing kiss after kiss until our breathing returned to a steady and even pace. Then he rolled off, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling.
When he turned his head, a smile danced on his lips. “That was worth the wait.” He held his arm out, inviting me to roll closer. I shuffled closer to him, placing my head on his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart beat, and watching the gentle rise and fall of his stomach as he breathed.
I was happy. I was content. Until I started to think. About Gabe. About the rest of his family no doubt still back at the unveiling, no doubt wondering why we had disappeared.
I lifted my head. “What are we—”
“Shhhh,” he said quietly, laying my head back against his chest. “Don’t ruin this with thinking.”
I closed my eyes and listened to the gentle thud of his heart. It seemed to beat in time with mine. Thud. Thud. Thud. Gentle and steady.
Until the creaking of the elevator sounded.
We both sat up.
“Fuck,” Tyler said. “I’m supposed to introduce Dad before his speech.” He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed his pants, fishing his cell phone out of the pocket to glance at the time. “I’m sorry,” he began. “But we’ve really got to get back. I’m on in thirty minutes. I got carried away. I didn’t want things to end like this.” Tyler pulled his shirt over his head and placed a hurried kiss on my lips before someone pounded on the bedroom door.
“Tyler!” Jake yelled. “Dad is getting more pissed every second you make him wait.”
Tyler ran a hand through his hair, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt at the same time as scanning the bedroom floor for items of my clothing.
“Give me a minute,” he yelled back.
“Is she in there?” Jake said, quieter this time.
Tyler looked at me, one eyebrow cocked, before bending down and holding my underwear out so I could slip my legs into them. Sliding them up the sides of my thighs, he pressed another kiss to the soft flesh of my stomach, before standing, a question held in his expression. I leaned forward, rising to the tips of my toes, and kissed him hungrily. Tyler’s hands wound behind my back as mine threaded through his hair, deepening the kiss.
“Well?” Jake asked through the door.
Tyler broke away. “Yes,” he said. “She’s here.”
27
LAUREN
Tyler took the bra hanging over his arm and turned me so he could loop it under my breasts and attach the clasps behind my back. Lastly, he held the dress over my head so I could shimmy back into it. I ran my fingers over my hair cautiously, certain that I must look exactly how I felt. Freshly fucked.
“You look stunning.” His eyes darkened and he took a step towards me.
“Tyler!” Jake shouted, somewhat impatiently. “I’m not standing here while you two finish fucking. Gabe turned up. And he’s drunk. Dad sent me to get you. We need to go.”
Tyler froze with his hands on my shoulders. As we stared at each other, dread settled in the base of my stomach.
“Don’t regret this,” Tyler growled. “Don’t,” he said more softly. “Don’t regret this.”
Jake’s slightly muffled voice continued through the door as Tyler pulled me to his chest. “Dad’s fucking fuming, Ty. I’ve never seen him this pissed at you before. What the hell were you thinking?”
“This will all work out,” Tyler whispered, his lips pressed to my hair. “You’ll see.”
But I couldn’t help the sickness that had welled in the base of my stomach. I never meant for this to happen, but now that it had, I knew there would be no turning back. I knew I was drawn to this man in ways I couldn’t resist. But that still didn’t mean I wanted to face Gabe.
Jake was in the middle of a tirade when Tyler threw the door open and stormed past him. “It is an introduction, for fuck’s sake. Anyone could do it.”
Jake’s eyes slid over me but he didn’t say anything, just nodded briefly as though I were little more than a random girl he had stumbled across in Tyler’s bedroom.
“You know Dad,” Jake said, directing his gaze back to Tyler who was busy knotting his tie.
“We’ll meet you there.” Tyler dismissed his brother.
“I think it would be better if she came with me,” Jake said.
“Is Gabe going to be there waiting when we pull up?” Tyler snorted. “I will drive her back.”
Jake shrugged. “It’s your funeral.”
“You okay?” Tyler asked as soon as we were on our way.
“We shouldn’t have done this.”
Taking my hand from my lap and pulling it to his mouth, Tyler shook his head. His lips brushed over my fingertips, sending shivers of pleasure into the base of my stomach. They mixed together with the butterflies of dread, dancing and floating until they reached my chest. I pulled my hand away.
“You can’t say anything,” I begged.
“I’m not hiding you,” Tyler replied.
“Please,” I insisted. “Not yet. Just give it a little time.”
“You said you two broke up weeks ago.”
“We did. But this is the first time I've seen him in a long time. The first time he has seen any of his family. Telling him now would only make things worse.”
Tyler sighed. “Fine,” he agreed. “But just this once. I don’t want to hide. And if he places even one finger on you, all bets are off.”
Jake wa
s waiting at the elevator door when we arrived. He held me back when Tyler entered, shaking his head. “I think it would go down better if he arrived without you.”
Jake stepped into the elevator with his brother, leaving me alone in the foyer as the metal doors closed on them. I decided to take the stairs instead, allowing enough time for them to enter before I did. Tyler was already on the stage at the front of the room, slightly bent forward, speaking into the microphone, calm and controlled, and looking nothing like he had only minutes before, tousled hair and gloriously naked. The crowd broke into thunderous applause when he introduced his father and Tyler stepped to the side, allowing Hamish the limelight.
He caught my eye across the crowd and started walking towards me, only to stop when Gabe broke the line between us.
Gabe’s hair had grown out fully since I had seen him. It was no longer kept in the scruffy, grown-out mohawk style left over from when Billie had insisted on it for the fashion show. The reddish tinge had all but disappeared, but his boyish smile was still firmly in place.
“Lauren.” Gabe engulfed me in an embrace, Tyler staring daggers at his back. “It’s good to see you.” His words were slightly slurred. “I was hoping I would run into you here.” He leaned close, so his lips brushed against my ear when he spoke. “I had to have a little Dutch courage before I made an appearance. I might be the littlest bit drunk.” He held the pads of his fingers together and squinted at the distance to emphasise his point. “You look good.” His eyes travelled over my outfit, resting on the swell of my breasts just visible over the neckline of my dress. “You look amazing.”
“Gabe,” I said, my voice softening as he drew his gaze up to my eyes. “How have you been?”
“Good.” He nodded emphatically. “Great. Couldn’t be better.” He lifted one eyebrow. “You?”
“Good,” I replied quietly, my eyes flicking between Gabe and where Tyler leaned against the wall, arms crossed and eyes like steel, behind him.