by Cara Wylde
“Cool. That sounds cool.”
“You?”
She started playing with her napkin. “I don’t… I don’t work anymore.”
“How so? I remember you loved teaching. It was like your dream job.” He thought back to those winter evenings when she’d come back from the school, tired and cold, take a quick shower, then log in and tell him everything about her day. “Every time you started talking about your students, I knew you’d be at it for at least an hour.”
Amber laughed. “Oh, I’m sorry. You must’ve been so bored.”
“Not at all. So, what happened?”
“The Castell family happened.”
Tyler let her tell him about the Castells and their weird family traditions. He saw no reason in telling her he already knew the Castells treated their mothers, wives, and daughters the same way they used to treat them in the Middle Ages. Old family, old habits. For those who could track their ancestors back to Medieval Europe, tradition was often stronger than social evolution.
Listening to her, he felt bad for not telling her everything, for not telling her then, ten years ago, what she should have expected from Stephan Castell. She had seemed so happy with Stephan; Tyler had been too in love with her to ruin her dreams. But it was over now, wasn’t it? She certainly didn’t sound like she still cared about her husband. Soon to be ex-husband, in fact. Maybe, just maybe, this was their second chance. He was still afraid, there were so many things she didn’t know, and even if Stephan signed the divorce papers and let her go, being with Amber was still dangerous. And now she had a daughter. Tyler had to think about Ava, as well. He had never met her, but he was sure she was just as amazing as her mother. Two wonderful ladies who were betrayed by the man who was supposed to respect and protect them. He had told Amber he would always be there for her if she wanted him. He would honor his promise even if it meant putting himself and his identity in danger.
Amber went to the restroom and Tyler paid the bill. When she came back, he helped her put on her light summer coat.
“So… I’ll drive you home?” he asked.
“No. I don’t want to go home.” She looked up into his eyes and immediately knew he understood.
***
Tyler’s apartment was way bigger than she expected. Probably bigger than Rebecca’s, which was weird given that he lived alone. Amber let him help her out of her coat, and she almost moaned when his fingers brushed her bare shoulders. He had held her hand from the parking lot up to his apartment, and she rather liked that he took things slowly. He made her feel safe. He made her feel like she could change her mind at any time and everything would be fine. They didn’t have to do anything tonight. They could just have another glass of wine and chat until morning.
He let her study her surroundings, inspect the books in his small bookcase, and the video games displayed in the niche under his TV. He took his time to admire her generous cleavage, round hips, and long legs. Wrapped in that tight dress, her body looked so inviting. He had been hard since he had first seen her, but now the pressure in his trousers was too much. No matter how sexy she looked in those back high heels, she couldn’t possibly be comfortable.
“So, what do you wanna do?” he asked.
“I don’t know…” She turned around. He was leaning against the back of the sofa, his arms folded over his chest. God, he looked so hot in that elegant white shirt, red tie, and rather tight dress pants! “We could watch a movie, I suppose.”
“What kind of movie?”
“What do you have?”
“Just about anything. Name a genre.”
“Umm… Action?”
“All right.”
He smiled and went to his stack of DVDs.
“Wanna change into something more comfortable?”
“I would, but I didn’t bring anything with me,” she giggled. “Had no idea this would turn into a pajama party.”
Tyler browsed through his movies for a few minutes, then gave her the DVDs so she could choose one.
“I’ll go change if that’s okay with you. I’ll find a T-shirt or something and leave it for you in the bathroom.”
“Sounds great!”
He disappeared into the bedroom, and Amber couldn’t help but stare at his wide back. Yes, this did sound great. When had it been the last time she had simply enjoyed a quiet evening with a friend, watching an action movie and talking about what was happening on the screen? She settled for “The Unusual Suspects”.
When he came back, Tyler was wearing a plain T-shirt that hugged his chest and abs in just the right way, and loose jeans. He was barefoot, his longish black hair was disheveled, as if he had forgotten to smooth it down after ruffling it while changing, and he looked absolutely delicious in a roguish, carefree kind of way. Amber swallowed hard and bit her lower lip. She was dying to know what was hiding under those loose pants of his, but she had to keep it together. Even though she had known him for such a long time, she had just met the guy face-to-face. She went to the bathroom while he put the movie on.
Tyler had left a long, loose T-shirt for her. She looked at herself in the mirror and was surprised to see it stopped right above her knees. She wasn’t, by any means, a tiny girl, so it was impressive that she actually felt small in his clothes. She wondered how she would feel in his arms. He was big and strong. He definitely looked like the kind of man who knew how to handle a curvaceous woman. Her phone vibrated in her bag and snapped her out of her thoughts. She rolled her eyes when she saw Stephan’s name. No way was she going to answer him now. She dropped the still vibrating device back into her bag, folded Becca’s dress neatly, took a deep breath and went into the living room.
Tyler was waiting for her on the sofa, remote control in hand, ready to hit “play”. He smiled up at her and she blushed. She looked even more gorgeous in his T-shirt. The simple fact that she had accepted to wear it gave him a nice, warm feeling inside. It was as if she belonged to him now, and the thought put him at ease. He patted the spot beside him and Amber sat down. She couldn’t quite relax at first, but then he encircled her shoulders with his arm and she had no choice but to give in to his embrace and place her head on his chest.
They watched the movie in silence, but she found it hard to focus on what was happening on the screen. Her body was pressed against his side, and she could smell his clean skin and the faint scent of wine. Her palm was pressed on his chest, and she couldn’t help the urge to move it around and touch more of his body. She massaged his chest slowly, absently, as if she didn’t even realize she was doing it. His breathing became heavier, and Amber couldn’t believe how quickly her own body started responding to his closeness.
Suddenly, Tyler turned his head to her, sat up a bit on his side to hover over her body, and kissed her in a hard, demanding way. Her small gestures and touches were driving him insane. He had promised himself he would take things slowly, but Amber had an unbelievable effect on him. Not only on him… on his beast, too. He could feel his bear growling inside him, stirring underneath his skin, struggling to get control of his body and pounce on the woman he had recognized as his mate. Tyler had been trying to keep the bear subdued for the past few hours, but now that Amber was in his arms, her body so soft and pliable, he feared he had lost the battle.
Amber’s hands flew to grab him around the neck and, to his surprise, she deepened the kiss. His tongue sought hers, she moaned and he took it as an encouragement. He left her mouth and started trailing hot kisses along her jawline and neck. He bit her skin lightly, earning another needy moan. Amber’s whole body was on fire, and all she could think of was how much she wanted him to take her clothes off and possess her in any way imaginable. Yes, a few minutes ago she had been thinking that they might not do anything at all, but who was she kidding? She hadn’t been fucked in months! Her body was about to explode with need and desire as her fingers were slowly discovering how hard his muscles actually were. He sat back down and pulled her over his lap. She nearly lost it when she
felt his long, hard cock pressed against her wet panties. That was it. She wanted their clothes out of the way.
“Easy now,” he said smiling when she bit his lips.
He pulled at the hem of her T-shirt and she raised her arms to help him get rid of it. He looked at her black, lacey bra and cocked an eyebrow.
“Why are you even wearing this? Doesn’t it bother you?”
Oh yes, it bothered her all right.
“Take it off,” she whispered against his lips.
He didn’t comply immediately. Instead, he encircled her waist with his arms and stood up, making her wrap her legs around him.
“Oh!” she yelped and giggled.
He started walking towards the bedroom, and she couldn’t believe he could carry her so effortlessly. She used her arms and legs to hold tightly onto him, but she was pretty sure there was no risk of ending up on the floor. His every movement and gesture showed how confident and in control he was.
Tyler placed her gently on his bed, then took a step back to admire her curves. The black bra and panties were in strong contrast with her milky skin. He would take them off soon, but he wanted to enjoy the view while it lasted.
Amber moaned in slight frustration, grabbed him by the T-shirt, and dug her nails in the soft fabric. She yanked it off him and took a few seconds to touch his chest, marveling at the black, curly hair covering it. She ran her fingers through it, and her pussy throbbed in anticipation when she realized his hair would be just as smooth and pleasant down there. She couldn’t wait to explore that part of his amazing body.
Tyler pushed her on her back and climbed on top of her. She shuddered when he got back to nipping at the tender skin of her neck.
“Come on,” she whispered.
What she really meant was “faster, please move faster”. She wondered if he could remember the long chats they used to have about sex so many years ago. It had felt normal then to talk about kinks and fetishes with a stranger who wasn’t exactly a stranger. She had always considered Tyler her best guy friend, and the fact that they only interacted online and never had to look into each other’s eyes had made it easy to talk about oral sex, different positions, and the fact that she liked it hard. As he was inching closer to her breasts, she wondered if he still remembered the things that she liked.
He finally removed her bra, and her small, perky breasts bounced freely, right in his face. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hungrily, making something in her stomach twist in anticipation. She was already soaking wet, and all she wanted was to touch his cock. She could feel it hard against her leg, but she couldn’t quite tell how thick it was. Had she ever told him that she liked big, thick cocks? She couldn’t remember. She realized then that the last ten years of her life were more of a blur. Actually, what was happening right now was a blur. It seemed like her thoughts had turned into a soup of emotions and sensations, desires and uncertainties. As he was massaging her breasts and licking his way down to her navel, she could feel her heart thumping like mad. “What am I doing? Am I really doing this?”
He stopped for a moment to take a gulp of air and whisper “You’ve got such a nice body”, and all she could think of was that she wanted him to go faster, rip her panties off, and stuff her full with his tongue, his fingers, or his cock… anything. But then… “Oh, God, am I really doing this?” And she wanted him to go slower, or maybe even stop, so she could catch her breath and take a minute to think. Think straight and decide if she truly wanted him to fuck her.
Tyler took her panties off and Amber suddenly found herself naked before him. He looked at her body with hungry eyes, and his warm, soft hands traveled up and down, massaging her from her breasts to her swollen mound and back again.
“So gorgeous…” he said.
“Take those off,” she asked him, pulling lightly at his jeans.
He complied, stood up, and took his jeans off. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and his cock bounced freely. Amber swallowed, wanting to feel that hard piece of flesh in her mouth. He was way bigger than Stephan, and she was almost sure it was going to hurt having all of it inside her. Also, she had never been quite able to deep-throat, so that was probably going to be even more of a challenge.
“Come here…” she ordered him.
He wasn’t sure what she wanted him to do, so Amber took the lead and sat up, facing his crotch. She took his cock in her hand and massaged it lightly, moving her fingers up and down. She cupped his balls, satisfied at how round and heavy they felt in her palm, then she flicked her tongue on the tip and tasted the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there. Tyler threw his head back and moaned deep in his throat. To her ears, it sounded more like a growl. She had always loved giving blow jobs, and the big, thick cock in front of her was just the perfect toy, but she tried to restrain herself, to take her time to enjoy every minute of it. There was still a faint voice at the back of her head singing the same mantra: “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. I’ve just met him.” She ignored it.
She took him in her mouth and she couldn’t help but moan around the hard piece of flesh. She pulled her head back a little and swirled her tongue around the dark head, relishing the soft noises he made. He was quite vocal, and she loved it. His moans were letting her know exactly what he liked. She used her hand to pull the foreskin completely off the tip, and dipped her head for another taste. This time, she bobbed her head up and down his cock, twirling her tongue around the head as much as she could. Her hand was pumping the base, as it was impossible to fit all of it in her mouth. When Tyler grabbed her hair, she grabbed his butt with her free hand, encouraging him to move his hips and fuck her mouth.
“Mmm… stop,” he said.
She listened to him and ceased her hungry attack on his marvelous rod. She licked it up and down lazily, enjoying the feel of the hard veins pumping lightly underneath her tongue. He pushed her back on the bed, and knelt between her legs.
“My turn,” he whispered huskily. He caressed her inner thighs, then parted her folds with his fingers to find her clit. He licked it slowly, drawing lazy circles around it, then dipped his tongue into her pussy. “You’re so wet and delicious. Give me more.”
Amber released a loud moan, more aroused at the thought that he liked her juices so much, than by the fact that he was actually giving her the best oral of her life. Her ex-husband had never liked oral sex. That is, he had never been a fan of giving it. Those rare times when he had wanted to lick her, she had never let him down there for too long because she knew he didn’t particularly enjoy it, and she couldn’t stand the idea of letting him do something he didn’t like. Tyler, however, was eating her like there was no tomorrow, and her body was already arching in anticipation of a mind-blowing orgasm.
His tongue darted even lower, and Amber felt his strong hands grabbing her from the back of her knees and pushing her thighs up, lifting her hips just enough to give him better access to her other hole. She couldn’t believe he was doing it. No one had ever touched her there like that.
“No…”
What he was doing felt hot, yet forbidden, but he calmed her down with a soft “Shh… It’s okay”, and she felt beads of sweat gather on her forehead when he pushed his tongue inside her tight hole. It was an entirely new sensation, kind of uncomfortable, and kind of sexy. His tongue moved in and out, and the soft scruff on his cheeks tickled her buttocks. He released her thighs, and his tongue was back in her pussy, lapping up her juices.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered between swallows and gulps of air.
Then, he finally went back to her clit and started licking it fast and hard, making Amber see stars. She gave a loud, long moan and grabbed his hair, pushing his face between her legs.
“Oh, so close… Don’t stop.”
The orgasm hit her with unbelievable force, her toes curled, and her hands flew above her head to grip the pillow. She rode the waves, her body arching upwards, her head thrown back, and she squeezed her legs lightly,
trapping Tyler’s head between them. He kept licking her clit until she got back down from heaven, then went back to her pussy to clean it thoroughly.
“Oh God…” The only coherent words she could manage.
He climbed back on top of her and hugged her tightly.
“You taste wonderful,” he whispered in her ear, and her whole body melted again.
Amber grabbed his face between her palms and forced him to look at her. She kissed him hard, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. She started rubbing her curves against his strong muscles, hoping he would get the hint. She needed him badly. Again, and again, until she couldn’t move anymore. His hand flew down to his cock, and Amber immediately felt the big head entering her tight pussy and stretching her like she had never been stretched before. It hurt a little, but she was so wet and horny that she didn’t care. Her hips met his slow, tentative thrusts, encouraging him to go deeper and faster.
“Fuck me,” she whispered against his lips.
He moved his body on one side, pulling her with him. They were lying face to face, his cock deep inside her, their tongues battling between their open mouths. He fucked her fast and hard, the head of his cock almost hitting her cervix. So, he did remember how she liked it. Slight pain mingled with pleasure, and she felt a second orgasm building and shaking her whole body. She dug her nails into his back and his hips slammed harder into her, the bed creaking under their wild lovemaking. He caught her tongue between his lips and sucked on it lightly, then he pushed her upper body away from him. In the new position, he could drive his cock deeper into her pussy, and he could also squeeze one of her round breasts in his hand.
“You’re got such an amazing body.”
His hungry eyes took in every inch of exposed skin, and she felt like laughing with joy. It felt so good to have sex with a man who loved her body just the way it was. She could relax, lie back and let him look at her breasts, at her soft belly and generous hips without feeling like she should cover herself, hide her imperfections, or be careful how she moved, lest she ended up in an unflattering position. When she was in his arms, she had no imperfections. She raised her hands above her head and gripped the pillow, allowing him to see the way her round breasts bounced with his every thrust. Tyler’s breathing immediately became heavier and more erratic, and his soft groans told her he was very close too. She abandoned her body to his delicious assault and focused on the way his thick cock drove in and out of her pussy. He was hitting just the right spot, and her back arched almost painfully, her walls clamping down on his rod as he coated them with hot streams of seed. She squeezed her eyes shut and screamed as the orgasm took over her body and all of her senses, and she met his last thrusts with her own.