Safe With Me, Special Edition

by Shaina Richmond

  “Tattoos aren't weird. And it was only that one guy.”

  “Who the hell was he?”

  “I can't talk about it.”

  “Ahhh!” He hit the bed with his fist. “You can talk about it. You just don't want to. You know, they all think you're a Mafia wife.”

  “No way!” I started laughing.

  “Are you a Mafia wife?”

  I breathed, trying to stop laughing. All I could do was shake my head.

  Tyler's mouth hung open. “Then what the fuck are you, Susie? Why'd you go to Vancouver?”

  Immediately, my laughter subsided. “I don't see the big deal. Lots of people go to Vancouver. It's a big city.”

  He stared at me with no expression for about ten seconds. Then he stood up from the bed. “Do you mind if I use your toothbrush?”

  “Go ahead.”

  Tyler and I both went to my bathroom. He brushed his teeth in one sink while I washed my face in the other. He took his shirt off and walked into the bedroom, then stood at the the bathroom door and watched as I put on my night cream.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing. Just watching you. Wondering who you really are.”

  I gave him an inquisitive look.

  “Can you blame me?” he asked. “You're fascinating.”

  I put the lid back on my night cream and put it in the medicine cabinet. Then I turned to walk out of the bathroom. “I think you're the fascinating one. Those pictures of you were something. And I haven't even seen them all.”

  “Aw, fuck.” He shook his head.

  “What's the big deal? Don't act like I'm the only one hiding things.”

  “So you admit you're hiding things.” Tyler unbuttoned his jeans and threw them on the floor next to his shirt. He wore a different pair of boxer shorts than he had on earlier. The new ones were blue with a plaid print.

  He crossed his arms and stared at me. Damn, he's sexy. His serious expression was in sharp contrast to his cute boxer shorts and broad, bare chest. I usually preferred him with his hair down, but even his ponytail was hot to me right then.

  “Yes, I hide things.” I went to my dresser and started rummaging through a drawer. “And, as I said, I'm not the only one.”

  Tyler walked to the drawer and started fumbling through it with me. He found a short pink nightie I forgot I had. Smiling, he handed it to me. “Wear this. I like you in pink.”

  “Really? Guys usually like red or black lingerie.”

  He put his hand on my back. “Sweetie, I like you in red. Black. Polka dots. I don't care. But I really like you in pink. It goes well with your hair and your light skin.” He gently kissed my left cheek, then smiled. “You were wearing pink the day I met you.”

  “You remember that?”

  “It was barely two weeks ago. And don't change the subject. Why do you hide things?” He strolled over to his side of the bed and turned the covers down.

  I pulled my shirt up over my head. “I've had enough questions for one day, thanks.”

  “Yeah, sorry about that tonight.” He crawled into bed under the covers.

  “Did you put them up to it?” I unfastened my bra and slowly took it off. I hoped to entice a very sleepy Tyler. Maybe he'll get a second wind...

  Tyler's head was on the pillow. He smiled lazily as he gawked at my naked breasts. “No, I promise I had nothing to do with it.”

  “Uh huh.” I took off my watch and turned around to lay it on the dresser behind me. With my back to him, I pushed my pants and panties all the way to the floor and bent over.

  I slowly stood back up and turned around to face him. His head was propped up on his arm. His eyes wandered up and down my naked body.

  “What is it?” I asked, trying to sound innocent. I decided to stay naked instead of wearing the pink nightie.

  “I'm just trying to decide if I wanna make love to you tonight or tomorrow morning. We can do it one more time before Saturday. You have class at 11:30, right?”

  I was instantly wet – ready for anything he wanted. His tone was confident, like he knew he had a choice. The ball was definitely in his court. But I couldn't let him know that. “Why can't we just do it tonight and tomorrow morning?”

  “Because we'll go over our limit, sweetheart.” He grinned.

  “Oh, please! You're ridiculous! You just made up all these weird rules. Like you can really go through with it, anyway.”

  “Oh, I can. Trust me.”

  I shook my head and switched off the lamp on the night stand. The night light in the hall through the open door cast a glow inside the room that our eyes would hopefully soon adjust to. “I seriously doubt it.”

  Tyler laughed. “We'll see about that. Wanna make it interesting?”

  I only ever had one answer to the question 'wanna make it interesting.' “Sure.”

  “Okay. If I win, and I will win, you come home with me for Thanksgiving.”

  “Huh?” I crawled under the covers to lay about a foot away from him.

  “You heard me. If we have sex no more than two times a week between now and Thanksgiving, you fly home with me. My mom invited you, remember?”

  I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. “Oh my.” I tried to speak as I laughed. “What happens if you lose?”

  “Then you don't come with me.”

  “Shit. What about all the hours of kinky sex I owe you?” I asked. “When will you ever cash those in if we're only doing it twice a week?”

  “Sometime after Thanksgiving.”

  Damn, he's gotten bold. It's sexy. But he's still going to lose. “You're on.”

  “Shake on it.” Tyler held out his hand. I could barely see it in the dark, but I found his hand and shook it firmly.

  “Okay.” I snuggled up close to him, feeling his nearly smooth chest against mine. My head was on his shoulder. The feel of his hard bicep against my back when he held me made me long for his strong body to slam into me for the second time that day.

  I wrapped my leg around his waist. He gently guided it away, pushing it down to the sheet. “No, I'm waiting til morning. I'm too tired right now.”

  “Shit,” I said. “You're never that tired.”

  “Yes, I am. Tonight wore me out. And besides, I've barely slept for days because I was worried about you. I have a lot of sleep to catch up on.”

  He's so sweet. “Well, wonder no more. I'm here now. And I'm naked.”

  “You'll still be naked in the morning, baby. Sorry. I gotta sleep.”

  “You don't sound tired to me.” I immediately found his boxer shorts with my hand, determined to get him hard. Determined not to lose the bet.

  “No.” Tyler pushed my hand away.

  “Oh, it's on.” I touched his chest, trying to rub his nipple. My other hand went down to his boxer shorts again.

  “No.” He grabbed both of my wrists.

  Before I knew it, I was pinned down on the bed, staring straight up at the ceiling while a beautiful, shirtless man with a ponytail lay next to me. His head was beside mine on my pillow. His mouth was so close to my ear I could feel him breathing.

  He lowered his voice to a deep, throaty whisper. “I said you'll have to wait til morning.”

  “Motherfucker."

  He laughed heartily. His forehead touched my cheek.

  “It's not funny,” I said. “You holding me down like this only makes it worse. I need you to fuck me.”

  “Hey. I know something we haven't done yet. I could tie you up. Would you like that?”

  He has no idea what a bold question that is. “Maybe. What would you do with me?” I asked.

  “Whatever I want.”

  “Oh my damn.”

  Tyler laughed again.

  “You asshole!”

  He laughed even harder.

  “I'm serious. I think this is what blue balls must feel like,” I said.

  Tyler continued to laugh like he was watching a comedian as he held me down. His hands tightly gripped each of my wrists, holding them
to my sides on the bed. He used one leg to restrain the lower half of my body. The feel of his hard muscles against the front of my thighs made my pussy throb from lack of attention. I loved everything about that big, solid body of his.

  I could barely catch my breath. I closed my eyes and enjoyed being held captive on the bed by that adorable man. The sound of his heavy breathing next to me made my heart race. I was certain he could tell I was turned on, but he had no idea the extent. I usually didn't like to be held down, or feel like I wasn't the one in control. It was the kind of thing I fantasized about all the time, but the few times it ever occurred sent me into a panic attack.

  At this point, I should be screaming 'bloody murder.'

  Just enjoy it, Susie.

  Past experiences of either being tied up or held down against my will went through my mind. I remembered being in that very bed over the summer, screaming at Troy to let me go when things got a little too rough. He thought I was playing but I wasn't.

  I didn't mind being held down when I was a willing participant, like when Tyler trapped me on the couch under his body earlier. Or when he put his arm around my waist to hold me in place while he spanked me that day in the kitchen. I didn't mind that at all.

  Wait... Is it really that different? Do I actually like it when he holds me down against my will?

  I closed my eyes and bit my lip, unable to remember another time when 'out of control' sent waves of ecstasy throughout my entire body. It was definitely a first.

  Tyler held me there for a few more minutes without saying a word. His lips were inches away from my ear, but he didn't kiss me. We both lay there silently. The only sounds in the room were breathing and the occasional, but barely audible, moan.

  Just when I felt my breathing and pulse slow down, he relaxed his grip and turned me on my side, facing away from him. With one arm around me, he pulled me as close to him as possible. His hard, naked chest felt too good against my back.

  He brushed hair away from my ear and whispered, “I'm gonna give you a really good mornin', baby girl.”

  Inside, a part of me swooned and fainted. I was glad he couldn't see my facial expression. “Okay.”

  “Good night.” He tenderly kissed the back of my neck.

  I could barely muster a whisper. “Good night.” I tried to stay as still as possible. I couldn't let him know I was crying.

  I'm so freakin' tired of crying.

  It was right then I became aware of how much I'd changed since Tyler Campbell became a part of my life. I was not the same Susie I was a few weeks earlier. I was now someone who cried. Someone who let a guy hold her down, and enjoyed it. Someone who loved the control some guy had over her... some guy she'd only met two weeks and one day ago.

  But he wasn't just some guy.

  That's the problem.

  I didn't want this to happen to me. I always prided myself on never wanting to find love... never needing to find love. People who want that are weak and pathetic. I secretly loathe those people.

  I swallowed to try to keep the tears from coming back. Thankfully, I heard Tyler's sweet, gentle snore in my ear just in time.

  Shit, I even like the way he snores?

  I rolled my eyes. Then I sobbed until I fell asleep.

  Susie

  7:54 a.m.,

  Thursday, October 21, 2010

  My eyes opened. I looked straight up at the ceiling and closed them. Sounds of Tyler brushing his teeth echoed from the bathroom. Then I put my hand down on the sheets to feel his side of the bed. They were still warm from his body.

  Oh damn... that amazing body.

  I had perhaps the most sound sleep of my life that night. I knew it was mostly because I was finally back in my own bed. But I wondered if it had anything to do with how much I liked sleeping beside Tyler.

  It was no use trying to deny it to myself anymore. I felt close to the man. Hearing him use my toothbrush made me happier than I cared to admit. It was like he belonged with me in that house. Like he'd always been a part of it.

  I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. How can I go years without crying, then weep ten times a day? Maybe I'd just saved it up and it was all coming out at once. All I knew for sure was that I had to make it stop.

  I don't know who I am anymore.

  I heard the sharp creak of the bathroom door as it swung open too quickly. Then I heard Tyler walk across the floor. The mattress jolted underneath me when he got back in bed.

  Within seconds, his arm was around me, holding my body against his. Does he know I'm awake? I was suddenly aware of how naked I was... and the fact that he had taken off his boxer shorts.

  Damn. I'm in bed, spooned by naked Tyler. A good morning indeed.

  My tears stopped. I loved the way the front of his big, hard thighs felt against the back of my legs. I accidentally let out a little moan in response to the warmth of his body.

  Tyler spoke softly. “So, you are awake? Good mornin', beautiful girl.”

  My pulse increased like I'd jogged up and down the stairs five times. “Good mornin', sexy naked man.”

  He laughed. Then he kissed the back of my neck in the same spot he'd kissed before he fell asleep.

  “Mmm," I moaned.

  Tyler made a throaty sound of approval and kissed the back of my neck again. At the same time, he cupped my left breast, gently squeezing my nipple between his fingers.

  “Yeah," I said.

  His kiss moved down a little to the top part of my back. I couldn't help produce a high-pitched little yelp. That had always been a sensitive area of mine, but it was barely explored.

  Tyler's moan got louder as his kiss became more forceful. His fingers squeezed my nipple even tighter. His erection poked my ass cheek, telling me he was ready to give my pussy the throttling it craved from him so desperately... or so I hoped.

  I knew I couldn't hold back anymore. It wasn't the right time for thinking. It was time to just let myself go - to get carried away by how he made me feel. I loved everything about that moment. How soft and unpredictable his mouth felt against my back. The way his hands, rough from manual labor, felt against the soft skin of my breasts. I loved how his hips lightly ground against me, giving me a taste of what was about to come. I made a conscious decision to stop analyzing my feelings and just enjoy the good morning he promised me.

  His breath got faster and heavier against my back as he kissed me. I heard him say, “Oh my God,” a few times when his groin curled into my thighs.

  Soon, I felt his erection against the lips of my pussy. It was a different sensation than the way his fingers felt against them. The head of his dick ran from my ass to my clit, then back again.

  “That's so good,” I said.

  “You like that, huh?”

  “How are you doing that?”

  “Just enjoy it, darlin'.” Tyler kissed the back of my neck again. He cupped my breast with his warm hand and circled my nipple with his finger before squeezing it again.

  “Mmmm.” I laid my cheek against the pillow and closed my eyes.

  I once again felt his dick part my lips to play with the outside of my pussy, then it moved up to my clit. He did it repeatedly until I was so wet, he naturally slipped inside me.

  We both gasped at the same time when he entered me.

  “Surprise.” Tyler's gruff, early morning voice sent chills through my body. He couldn't see the big smile on my face.

  With his hand behind my knee, he slightly lifted my leg to open up my thighs. Then he entered me, penetrating me more gently than I could ever remember happening with anyone before.

  “Yeah.” I rocked my hips back and forth with each of his movements.

  “You like this, sweetie?”

  “I love it,” I said.

  “Good.”

  “Your big dick is a wonderful thing to wake up to first thing in the morning.”

  Tyler laughed and gave me three hard, fast strokes in a row.

  “Uhh!” I squealed.

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bsp; “Yes, baby.” He went back to his slow pace, filling me up completely then leisurely pulling back out, over and over again.

  I was surprised by how much I liked it. I usually wanted him to slam my body as hard as possible. Even more surprising was when I felt his fingers touch my clit.