by Sabre Rose
“Not now,” he said, looking up at me.
The need to feel him inside me had reached an intensity I wasn’t sure I could deny. Wrapping my hands into his hair, fistfuls between my fingers, I tried to pull him to his feet in order to get him to fuck me. But Tyler resisted. With my hands still wound in his hair, his head dipped between my legs, his hand moved to pull me towards him again. The feverish passion of his mouth drove me over the edge and I exploded, my clit throbbing as he sucked until there was nothing left to give and I was left as a quivering puddle of satisfaction against the wall.
Tyler got to his feet slowly. He kissed me and I tasted myself. “To be continued,” he said.
12
LAUREN
Helping me back into my dress, Tyler made sure the path was clear before opening the door, adjusting himself until his hardness subdued enough not to be noticeable.
“Underwear?” I asked before he could step into the hallway.
Tyler smiled wickedly and shook his head. “No.”
“I can’t go out there with nothing underneath.” I meant it as a protest, but my voice was lazy and satisfied and Tyler knew it.
“No one will know. No one except me.” Tyler patted his pocket. “I will know, and it will be all I think about until we leave.”
Taking my hand, he guided me across the floor to where Sadie was entertaining a group of people with a story about Tyler at some work function.
“What happened?” I asked Tyler as the people laughed.
“It’s entirely untrue,” he said. “Sadie likes to make things up to entertain. You wouldn’t believe some of the rumours floating around about me. They make me sound a lot more interesting than I really am.”
Every chance Tyler got, his hand slid to my backside and caressed my cheeks. His thumb rubbed over where the line of my underwear should be and his entire body tensed, almost as though the thought was too much for him.
As soon as the clock struck ten, Tyler excused himself, stating he needed to go, and leaving Sadie slightly bemused in the middle of the circle. A car was ready and waiting and Tyler held the door open as I slid inside. We sat side by side and Tyler rested his hand on my leg, moving his fingers back and forth to work the hem of the fabric up my thigh. He looked out the window as he lifted the material higher and higher, as though, if he couldn’t see it, then neither could the driver who was happily chatting in the front seat. When his fingers finally brushed against bare skin, Tyler sighed visibly, and shuffled closer, shifting the placement of his hand to run up the inside of my thigh. When his finger fluttered over my nakedness, he gripped onto his groin, groaning as if in pain.
The driver’s eyes flicked to the rear-vision mirror and I smiled, giving my best silent assurance that everything was fine. While asking the driver a question, I slid my hand across Tyler’s lap and wrapped it around his hard cock. He took in a sharp breath as I worked the zipper of his pants, lowering it enough to slip my hand inside and find the opening of his boxers. Desire trembled through me as I closed my hand. He was rock hard and I stroked his length, longing to free him, longing to climb on top and sink onto him. I squeezed my thighs closer together as wetness warmed me. Tyler’s fingers, trapped between the muscles of my thighs, pushed further up, pressing between the folds before finding the hardness of my clit and rubbing over it. I stroked his cock in time to his attention until the driver announced we had arrived. We let go of each other hastily, grateful for the dim light.
Tyler thanked the man and paid him before we exited the car. Feverish with anticipation, we ran to the elevator. As the doors shut, Tyler tore the zipper down the length of my dress, pulling it from my shoulders and tossing it over his shoulder, leaving me standing in nothing but my bra and high heels. He urgently fumbled with his belt, pushing me to the bars of the walls, before plunging deeply, his breath coming out in a grunt.
He froze once he was inside, pinning me against the bars with the hardness of his cock and the pressure of his clothed body against my naked one.
“I have been waiting for this all day,” he said.
I moaned and ground against him, trying to urge him to move, start rocking inside me and give me the friction I craved. But Tyler held steady, swiping my hair across my back and over my shoulder, giving free reign for his mouth to fall to my neck. “I have imagined doing so many bad things to you today. I imagined you beneath my desk, mouth open, sucking on my cock.” He moaned again and withdrew himself before slamming back into me forcefully. The coldness of the bars tingled across my skin. The hardness of his cock stretched me.
“I imagined you naked on my desk, slamming into you until the desk shook.” He moved his hips in a circular motion, allowing me to feel every inch of him. I dipped my hand between my thighs but he caught it and held it away. “No.” He pushed in deeper. My skin gripped against the bars. “I imagined what it would have been like to press your naked body against the frosted windows. The curve of your breasts thrust to the glass. The redness of your arse as I pounded you.”
The elevator halted but Tyler still held me firmly, his cock deep inside me. “When I open this door, and once I remove myself from inside you, I want you to walk across to the bedroom, remove your bra and stand with your hands on the glass window overlooking the city.”
My insides clenched.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” he whispered hoarsely.
Again, I involuntarily clenched around him.
“This will be the last night we have together for a while, and I want you to remember it. I want you to feel me inside you even when I’m not there.” His breath was hot on my ear. “I want you to be sore and know that it was me who made you feel like that. I want you to know that no other man will make you feel like I do.” He moved his mouth closer so it brushed over my ear as he spoke. “I want you to touch yourself when you think of me. Will you do that for me?”
I no longer knew what I was agreeing to. I no longer cared. I nodded and moaned, grinding my hips into him. He moved out and back in with one swift moment. “I love how eagerly you respond to me.”
“Please fuck me,” I whimpered.
“Fuck,” Tyler cursed. I could feel him wrestling with the temptation, which was exactly what I wanted, but instead, he swelled without movement. “You can wait.”
I shook my head. “Fuck me.”
Bracing himself with his forearm pressed to my shoulder blades, pressing me harder into the cold bars, Tyler withdrew himself and I thought he was going to open the doors, but instead, he gave me what I longed for and slammed into me. My jaw hit one of the bars. My cheek caught between my teeth. I whimpered from pain and pleasure, and Tyler withdrew again before slamming back into me. He increased his tempo, fucking me with abandon until he withdrew and fell against the opposite wall of the elevator, reeling back as though I contained some power over him that he was trying to resist. “I told you to wait,” he panted.
I turned around to face him, unhooking the clasps of my bra and slipping the straps over my shoulders. His eyes locked onto my breasts, full and heavy and red from being rubbed against iron.
“My god, you’ve got glorious breasts.” His tongue ran over his bottom lip and he stepped forward, reaching out to cup my left breast in his hand. “You’re turning me into some sex-crazed maniac,” he said, feeling the fullness. “All I think about are the things I want to do to you. The things I want you to do to me. You’re going to be the undoing of me, Lauren Greer.” Tyler’s hand hovered over the button which would open the door. “Are you going to do as I’ve instructed?”
I nodded.
The elevator door opened and I stepped out, only to turn and hurry back to the safety of the dark compartment, my heart pounding in embarrassment.
“I told you to—”
I pressed against Tyler and whispered urgently. “Jake’s out there.”
“Sorry,” Jake called out. “I just popped up to do some laundry. I wasn’t expecting you to be out of clothes too.” I
could hear the amusement in his voice and I felt mortified, cowering into Tyler who merely chuckled.
My head shot up and I glared at him. “He saw me naked!” I hissed.
“I don’t think he’ll complain,” Tyler replied.
“Definitely no complaints,” Jake echoed.
Tyler wrapped my dress over my shoulders. The straps of my bra hung from his pockets. “Come on,” he said, taking my hand and tugging me towards the door.
“I’m not going out there.”
“I promise not to bite,” Jake called out. “Lick maybe, but I’ll only bite if you ask me to.”
Tyler rolled his eyes. “Okay, that’s getting a little too close for comfort. Enough.”
Jake laughed as Tyler stepped out of the elevator. He poked his head back around. “If you want him to leave, you might need to get out of there.”
I stepped out of the elevator cautiously, holding the back of my dress together where the zipper had got caught in my haste in attempting to close it.
Jake stood from where he had been perched on the couch, guitar across his chest, long hair falling over his shoulders. “Lauren, so good to see you again. I see you and Tyler are getting well acquainted.”
I crept across the room and slipped into the bedroom.
“Goodbye! We’ll catch up next time, will we?” Jake called out as I closed the door.
There was laughter and scuffling and finally silence. I sat on the bed, unsure whether to poke my head outside, or just remain hiding in shame.
“He’s gone now.” The door crept open and Tyler filled the space.
I stood from the bed and walked toward the door, but Tyler shook his head. “You’ve got clothes on.”
“You’re not still thinking…” My voice fell away, feeling like there was a possibility Jake could still hear.
Tyler shrugged his jacket from his shoulders, hanging it on the hook behind the door, and started pulling at the knot in his tie. “That’s exactly what I’m thinking. Remove the dress and stand with your hands pressed to the window.” He undid the buttons of his shirt and tossed it aside. My eyes roamed the dips of his body and the heat between my legs came back as though there had been no interruption.
Tyler nodded towards the darkened window. The lights of the city blurred in the background. “Now,” he ordered.
I stood, my dress falling to the floor and padded across the carpet to stand in front of the window, hands pressed against the glass. In the reflection from the light, I watched as Tyler undressed. He methodically removed every item of clothing and hung them neatly on the back of the door. Pairing his shoes together, he bent down to place them tidily at the base of the bed. And then, he approached me from behind, his cock resting in his hand, gently stroking it as he studied me.
“Push your arse out,” he said.
I battled with desire and nerves. It felt strange to be on display. Tyler stalked back and forth behind me, studying me from all angles, his hand stroking back and forth over himself. He stopped behind me, dropping to his knees and running his hands up the inside of my thighs. I was so wet, I was fearful my juices would start flowing down my legs to meet him. He kissed each cheek of my backside, biting just a little into the flesh, catching it between his teeth. I closed my eyes, imagining the red and white marks left behind. When he finally brushed against my wetness, his breathing intensified and he pulled his hand away, one finger drenched in my desire. I twisted my head around as he brought his finger to his mouth, sucking it clean.
“Keep your head forward,” he said when he noticed me twisting to see him.
I looked forward again, meeting my reflection in the glass. My eyes were glazed, my cheeks aflame. The nipples of my breasts stuck out with arousal.
Tyler’s hands returned to my inner thighs. He ran them up and down the tender flesh until I was almost insane with the desire to turn around, push him to the bed and lower myself onto him, riding him until the pleasure washed over me.
“Bend over,” Tyler said.
I turned to look at him again, but Tyler got to his feet, wrapping one arm around my waist and guiding me forward with his other placed on my back. When my hands hit the ground, he put his hands between my thighs again, urging them apart. And then he sat back on the bed, cock in hand and simply watched.
“Play with yourself.”
“Tyler,” I protested. “I want you, not—”
“Keep one hand on the ground, and put the other on your pussy. Play with yourself.” His voice was controlled, but it trembled a little in anticipation.
I lifted a hand to myself.
“Do you feel how wet you are?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He stood, walked until he was behind me and then rested his hand on my hips. “Keep playing with yourself but look at me.”
I met his eyes in the reflection of the window. He moved against me, running the hardness of his cock over my wetness.
“What do you want, Lauren?”
“You,” I said, breathlessly.
He rested at my entrance. “Both hands on the ground. Steady yourself, because I’m not going to hold back.” His fingers tightened their grip on my hips and then forcefully pulled me backwards. I gasped with the sensation as he held me against him.
“I love the way your breasts bounce when I fuck you. Do you see them in the glass? Do you see how beautiful you are? You feel so good wrapped around me like you were made for me. Do you feel how well we fit together?”
I shook my head, panting as I stretched to accommodate his width and length. He was holding nothing back. “You are too hard.”
Tyler pushed off and then slammed me back. “Too much?”
“Yes,” I panted. “No. I don’t know.”
He reached forward and guided me back up to a standing position, wrapping my arms up and behind his neck, the length of me exposed to him in the reflection of the window. His hands moved to smother my breasts as I ground my hips into him.
“Look at us,” he said.
His head rested on my shoulder, and his hands held me possessively as he swelled inside me. “You belong to me. We belong to each other.” He stepped forward enough so I had to as well, and pressed me against the glass. “It would only take a glance upwards for someone to see you pushed to the glass, my cock inside you.”
The thought both embarrassed and aroused me. He removed my hands from his neck and run them along my arms, spreading them wide across the glass, applying enough pressure to let me know to keep them there before slipping one hand down to my wetness and another to my nipple. He twisted it between his fingers, and I pressed into the beautiful pain. He stayed inside me, rubbing over my clit as I writhed, stuck between the hardness of the glass and the hardness of his body.
“I want you to come,” he growled into my ear. “I want to feel you tense and explode over me, and then I am going to pound you relentlessly until I come.” His words only increased my desire. I twisted my head, trying to find his mouth, but he pulled back, using his chest to push me back to the glass.
“No distractions,” he said. “I want to feel each and every tremble and quiver of your orgasm.”
As if reacting to his command, pressure began to build. It started as a burning sensation and only increased in intensity.
“That’s it,” he said. “You’re about to come. I can feel you gripping onto me. Come, Lauren. Come.”
I cried out. My arms sagged against the glass as I gasped for air. I quivered and throbbed as Tyler remained still inside, pushing deeper with each pulse of pleasure until there was nothing left and I wanted to collapse to the floor. Hooking his arm around my waist, he pulled me from the glass, remaining inside me as he guided me to the ground, resting me on my hands and knees. His hand twisted into my hair and he jerked my head back to meet his gaze in the glass. When he first withdrew and plunged back inside, my chest fell to the ground, unable to stand firm against his force. His hand twisted harder in my hair, and the other one hooked over my sh
oulder, holding me in place as he slammed in and out. He didn’t stop. He didn’t waver or alter his pace until he cried out my name and spurted inside me powerfully.
13
TYLER
When Lauren wasn’t mine, I spent most of my time daydreaming about all the things I wanted to do to her. But once she became mine, a nervousness descended. Suddenly, it mattered what I said, how I acted. All of it would have a direct impact on her happiness. On my happiness. I think that was what got me when she first came to visit. I picked her up from the airport, overwhelmed with the intensity of my feelings when I laid eyes on her, but as soon as we got into the car, I didn’t know how to act. I had never really had a serious relationship before. Never had much of a relationship at all.
I did not want to fuck it up.
Ever since a moment in my youth, I had planned every step of my life. My education. My career. My social life. And then Lauren walked into my life, and none of it seemed to matter. No longer did I care what my mental list said I required in a partner. Now there was only one thing scrawled across it: Lauren. My attraction to her was instant and intense. I couldn’t even place a finger on anything in particular that drew me to her. It was everything.
Distance didn’t help. Time allowed anxiety to imagine all the ways I could fuck this thing I had with Lauren up. Most of them involved Gabe.
I gave up trying to concentrate on the spreadsheet open on my laptop and closed the lid, sliding it back into my bag. I agreed to visit Lauren this time. She hoped it would be better if I wasn’t able to be called into work at the beck and call of my father. I agreed but reminded her of the interruptions that occurred at her place last time I had been down. I hoped to avoid them this time.
Almost three weeks had passed since I last saw her. Three weeks where we talked via video calls and sent stupid messages counting down the days until we saw each other again. There were a couple of flying visits for her to do more photography of the casino, but they were fleeting and only left me wanting more. And all that time, in the back of my head was the fact that Gabe lived only minutes away from her.