Full Potential: (A Heart of Seeton Novel)

by L. J. Kentowski

  She left her willpower in a puddle on the floor and kissed him. Instantly, he joined in, and their mouths melded together as if they were signing a pact with their lips, their tongues lashing out the details inside.

  His hands slipped from her neck to her back, and then down until they were sliding over her ass. Jena waited, ached, for his fingers to begin molding the flesh, but they continued their downward path. A second later, her feet left the floor and the sandals she wore fell off. Tyler raised her up by the back of her thighs onto his hips, their lips never parting.

  She wrapped herself around him, locking her hands at the back of his neck, legs above his buttocks. He moved them without looking, and she only knew because his eyes were still locked on hers. She had no idea where he was taking her; honestly, she didn’t care. As long as she was wrapped up in Tyler Cole, the world could fall away.

  Concentrating on sucking every moan out of his mouth, she felt herself tilting backward. Unable to bring herself to let go of him, she hung on for dear life.

  “Jena, let go,” Tyler said between kisses.

  She made a sound that told him no way.

  He chuckled against her mouth and tried to peel her away. “If you don’t, I’m going to have to get creative about how to take off your clothes.”

  She obliged and landed on something cushiony. Fading sunlight shone through closed blinds over the windows, creating a shadowed glow throughout the room. Glancing around, she realized they were in a bedroom. His, she assumed, from the blue themed decorum and sports paraphernalia scattered around.

  Tyler stepped away. A drawer opened and closed, and then a lamplight came on from a nightstand next to the bed. She noticed a box of condoms on the table, and when she raised her eyes to his, the dark, lust-filled gaze he hit her with made her heart race. Blood pooled in every sensitive area of her body.

  Tyler stalked forward on the bed, placing his body between her legs, and then hovered over her, elbows planted on either side of her head. “Know why I kept the light on?” he asked.

  Jena grinned. “So I could see that the box of condoms was XXL?”

  A sexy smirk lifted his lips. “Nah. You already knew that, Red.” He winked before giving her a short, hard kiss with added tongue. She wanted to protest when he lifted from her, but he kneeled between her legs and slowly raised the hem of her shirt. “It’s because I want to see every inch of your body and the look on your face when you realize what I can do to it.”

  He didn’t give her time to contemplate his words because he leaned down and pressed open-mouthed kisses all over the skin he was exposing at her belly. Inching his way up her body, he peeled the shirt up and over her head. She had no idea where it ended because her attention was zoned in on his lips as they teased the cleavage peeking from her bra.

  Tyler sat up and gazed at her breasts. Fingers brushed over the nipples poking at the material. He let out a guttural moan. “God, I love you in lace.” Licking his lips, he continued to brush over her bra. “But I love you more without.” After yanking down the cups, he molded a hand over one breast as he pushed his mouth onto the other.

  The realization that he’d said the L-word was completely lost as he began kissing, sucking, lapping at her nipple. When he used his teeth to tug at it, she arched off the bed in pure erotic bliss. She barely had time to settle back down when he did it again. After a while, he switched over to the other breast and gave it the same sensuous attention.

  Sensations his mouth evoked erratically shot through her body, collecting into pressurized balls in her most sensitive areas. Jena worried that if she didn’t find relief soon, she’d self-combust before they had the chance to use those XXL condoms.

  His hand was on a mission as it slid from her breast to her stomach and to the waistband of her pants.

  Jesus, were those still on? Why weren’t they gone? Why weren’t all of her clothes gone?

  “Please, Tyler.” She let out a breathy exhale.

  Making its way from her neck to her ear, his mouth drove her crazy with a trail of wet kisses. “Don’t worry, baby,” he whispered, his hot breath putting her on the edge of bliss. “I’ve got you.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Jena was begging, a sound Tyler could listen to on repeat for the rest of his life. It took all he had not to tear off the rest of her clothes, along with his own, or maybe only the necessary obstructions, and sink inside her to relieve them both. God knew his dick was hard enough to cut through ten inches of solid steel. He was afraid those XXL condoms might not be enough. And he sure wished he didn’t need to use them because he remembered what it felt like going bare with Jena the first time. Seemed like a life goal to do it again now.

  Tyler made quick work of her yoga pants, sliding them down her long, beautiful legs. The only disappointing part was having to move from between her legs to do it, which was why he took her panties down along with them. Later, he’d take a peek to see if they matched the gorgeous lace bra, maybe have her put the set back on so he could take his sweet time admiring her in them, before taking them off again. Do the whole slow, sweet seduction scenario. Call him a sap, but he wouldn’t mind that at all.

  Not this time around, though. No, they were both in too much of a sexual frenzy to take anything slow. Hell, he’d be lucky if he didn’t come in his jeans soon. But just in case, he was leaving them on until she had at least one orgasm.

  He put a hand under her knee and lifted, spreading her wide open. Rubbing a hand down the inside of a thigh, he stared at the sight—Jena Morgan, gorgeous, bare, open, glistening, yearning…for him.

  “You’re so beautiful.” It didn’t sound like him, definitely not his normal, confident self. What came out of his mouth was complete admiration of the goddess lying before him. He had to be the luckiest man in the world.

  Inching a hand down, he brushed his fingers against her sex. She gasped at the touch, and then let out a long, drawn-out moan as he worked the tiny bundle of nerves between her legs. When his name whispered on a sigh, he moved a finger inside, stroking the walls of her snug channel, seeking out the spot that would send her over the edge. He continued rubbing her clit with a thumb as he added a second finger, stretching, priming her.

  Jena’s breaths were getting faster and faster, words of encouragement and pleading mixed in between. Tyler admired her from above, reveling in the sight of such carnal beauty, his own exhalations matching hers. God, she was hot like that. Completely at his mercy. Completely…his.

  “Come for me, Jena.” Tyler hooked his fingers deep inside. He desperately wanted to send her over the edge, so he could hear his name echoing off the walls.

  And she did. She screamed out his name over and over as her back arched off the bed, and the walls of her core pulsed an erotic beat against his fingers.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said.

  He replaced his thumb with his mouth to gently suck at her sensitive nub. When she gasped and tried to pull away, he held her in place, hands gripping her thighs, and lapped up her sweet juices. He knew she was probably hypersensitive after her orgasm, but he couldn’t help himself, her scent was too goddamn irresistible.

  When he felt her muscles give way beneath his hands, he peered at Jena lying boneless on the bed, chest rising and falling, and a forearm over her eyes. It was a beautiful sight. One he wouldn’t mind recreated as a painting and hung on his ceiling to stare at every night before bed to ensure fantastic dreams.

  She looked thoroughly and blissfully fucked.

  But it wasn’t true.

  Not yet anyway.

  Not by a long shot.

  Climbing up her body, he placed soft kisses along the way until he was lying over her, his elbows planted on the bed next to her head. He stared down at her face, preening over the satiated expression he’d brought about. Her eyes were closed as she hummed with a satisfied smile on her face.

  “I like that look on you.” He caressed her temple with a thumb.

  Jena lifted her lids as
if it took incredible effort, her lips widening in sync with the movement. Their eyes connected. “I like you on me,” she said.

  Tyler grinned down at her. “That makes three of us.”

  She appeared confused, so he dropped his chin and shot a pointed gaze down between their bodies.

  Her eyes followed, widened for a second, and then her eyebrows bunched together as she peered back up at him. “That’s terrible.” Her tone was reprimanding. Tyler was at a loss for words, taken aback by her reaction, but he didn’t have to ponder it long when she added, “You have way too many clothes on, Tyler Cole.”

  He chuckled. “It’s amazing how much we think alike, Red.”

  While Jena reached down between their bodies to work on his jeans, Tyler thrust an arm behind his head, grabbed the collar of his t-shirt, and pulled it up and over. She was already pushing on the waistband at his hips when he got the shirt from under his other arm and threw it across the room. After he helped her get his pants the rest of the way down, they followed the path of the other discarded clothes.

  Situated back over her, his cock so hard it was painful, he pushed against her mound. He’d dreamt of them like this countless times since their first experience together. Even when he’d been with Melissa, it had been what he’d pictured when he closed his eyes. Yes, it was a dick move, but who had control over that? It wasn’t as though he and Melissa were really a thing. They were both simply taking a load off together.

  With Jena there in the flesh, wrapped in his arms once again, he imagined it would never be enough now. It was a confirmation, a setting in stone, that this was the only way life was supposed to be.

  How was that even possible? They barely knew each other, and too many obstacles stood in their path.

  And why the fuck was he thinking about all of this when his fantasy was flesh and blood, willing and waiting beneath him?

  He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I hate this part.”

  “What?” Jena blurted.

  He opened his eyes and wanted to laugh at the look of utter confusion, and maybe some you’re batshit crazy, she wore on her face. But he kept his expression serious. “The part where I have to leave you to get a condom. Especially when I finally have you right where I want you.”

  Jena smiled up at him like he’d melted her world.

  “Seriously,” he said. “So, if you could just…” he hitched his body toward the right, urging her to do the same, while keeping them aligned as they were, and then continued to maneuver until they were toward the top of the bed, where he shot his arm out and grabbed the box of condoms from the nightstand. “Perfect.” He grinned down at her.

  She giggled. Tyler decided he loved the sound as he opened the box and grabbed out a foil.

  “You know,” Jena said, her gaze on him as he kneeled between her legs and opened the packet. He was pretty sure her eyes were aimed a little lower than where his hands were working. “When I thought I was…uh…” He peeked up, met her eyes, and realizing where she was having a hard time going, nodded an acknowledgment. “Yeah, well, I thought you had some kind of super sperm or something.”

  Tyler threw the foil to the floor beside the bed and raised a brow. “Super sperm?” He laughed.

  She grinned back and nodded. “Yeah, because I was on the pill.”

  “I remember.” Man, did he ever.

  “Right. So, I thought if I was…you know…you had to have some kind of super sperm.”

  He rolled the condom on and gazed up at her again. She no longer had a grin on her face and was staring at his package as if it were her favorite meal. And that look soared to the top of Tyler’s favorite Jena expressions.

  Crawling back over her like a predatory animal on the hunt, he stopped with his face inches above hers, his cock hitting the entrance of her core. “It makes me so hard knowing you think I have a super penis.”

  She rolled her eyes, but her lips curved up into a smile. He couldn’t help but be captivated. “I said super sperm, Mr. Ego. Not super penis.”

  He plunged said member into her. “Semantics, Red.”

  They both inhaled so deeply, he swore they might have sucked the air right out of the room, along with words, thoughts, and functions. The only thing Tyler was aware of was the way he felt buried to the hilt inside of her, and there was nothing, no words, to describe it. They could have been floating three feet off the bed. He wouldn’t have known.

  When he could no longer hold his breath, he exhaled, slow and steady. His eyes had been closed, head pointed toward the ceiling, so he lowered his chin and opened his lids to gaze upon her. She was staring up at him, all the pleasure he was experiencing reflected in her eyes, and he swore he heard something click between them, something intangible that didn’t come from anywhere outside of them.

  Jesus, with thoughts like that he might as well hand her his man card, right then and there.

  Jena’s fingers dug into his biceps as her hips bucked into him. “Again,” she whispered.

  Well, damn. Maybe his man card wasn’t at risk after all.

  Tyler pulled out but plunged right back in. The sensations her tight walls were creating as they squeezed and rubbed against his dick were mind-numbing. He was never going to last this way.

  “Again.”

  Leaning down, he slammed his mouth onto hers and stabbed his tongue inside. As he ravaged her mouth, his hips picked up pace. She rocked, meeting him slam for slam. Their movements became frenzied. Sweat-soaked skin slapped against each other, lips bruised, animalistic moans sounded.

  He was building up, so close. Down her jaw and onto her neck, he sucked at her skin along the way, then made his way back up to an ear. After pulling her lobe through his teeth, he whispered, “God, I could fuck you forever, Jena.”

  The brazen words were her undoing. She screamed out his name as her feet locked around his hips, pulling him as far into her as he could go. He felt her pulsing around his cock like an amped-up heartbeat, and it put him over the edge.

  His seed shot out in strong, hot bursts. Burying his head in her neck, he let his own cries of pleasure escape. For what seemed like forever, aftershocks waved through both of them, each tremor triggering another round until they finally subsided.

  When Tyler came down from the cloud, he trailed light kisses along Jena’s neck and jaw, making his way to her lips. She kissed him back, and then he leaned onto his elbows to gaze down at her. She let out a sigh as a smile lit up her face.

  “Hi,” he said with a satisfied grin.

  Her eyes fluttered open. “Hi,” she whispered back.

  “You okay?”

  She giggled. “I don’t know yet.”

  “Want me to check you out and make sure?”

  “Oh, God.” Her eyes slid closed again.

  He didn’t know if that was an Oh, God, yes, or an Oh, God, you’re such a perv, so he went with his ego and slid a hand down the length of her body, making sure to pay special attention to all her Oh, God spots.

  Jena was sensitive. The goosebumps and sharp inhales Tyler received as he made his way toward the juncture between her legs was proof of that. He was still inside her and wasn’t surprised at all when he felt himself getting hard again.

  With a rub of her clit, Jena flinched back so hard, he fell out of her, and they both moaned from the friction of the move.

  After a moment, Tyler leaned his hips back inside her, his stiff length like a wake-up call poking between them.

  Her eyes opened wide. “Already?”

  Yeah, his ego liked that. “Always.”

  She inhaled and let out a breath as if preparing for a marathon, which was exactly what he was planning for her. “I might need a minute or two. I’m still reeling.”

  Tyler smiled down at her, preening like his man card had just received a gold star. “Well, you’re lucky. This time. I don’t think the condom can handle another round after that load. But get ready to saddle up, buttercup, because you’re in for a long ride when I get b
ack.”

  Bending his head, he gave her a hard, tongue-filled kiss, and then got up from the bed. Before hurrying to the bathroom to get rid of the used condom, he took a moment to take in one of the most erotic sights he’d ever seen—Jena, naked, fully sated, and in his bed. The vision was enough to make it a painful couple of minutes in the bathroom, but so, so worth it.

  ***

  The man had incredible stamina. And, apparently, so did Jena. They stayed in bed for another couple of hours and too many orgasms to count, before their stomachs finally protested over being neglected. A decision to make something to eat was more about survival than the pleasure of a tasty meal.

  Tyler’s house was small but cozy. The furnishings weren’t reminiscent of a cocky, single bachelor. The décor was color-coordinated and warm. Pictures of family and friends filled the walls, and the sofa set was plush and inviting. When they walked through the living room, Jena relayed her surprise over the correctness of design, and he fessed up to it being the work of his mother. For some reason, Jena found that so stinkin’ sweet. Probably the result of her orgasmic afterglow.

  They located the dinner she had picked up from the diner on the porch and heated it up. Tyler had his mind set on eating buck naked, but she’d gotten him to compromise, so they sat next to each other on the living room floor in their underwear, dining at the coffee table.

  “Fair warning,” he said, “this is only for sustenance. We regroup, and then back at it right after.”

  Jena laughed. “You’re a slave driver.”

  He leaned over and nibbled on her neck, causing goosebumps to form down the entire side of her body. “Does that make you my slave?”

  Oh, the images those words conjured up.

  “You keep doing that thing with your tongue, and it might.”

  Jesus, she’d gone from wearing a chastity belt with Tyler’s name stitched into it, to a wanton hussy in one lick.

  “I’m not totally clear about which tongue thing you’re referring to, so we’ll have to perform a trial and error run.” He’d made his way up her jaw and then finished her off with an elaborate dance of his tongue inside her mouth.