“Mmm.” Tyler licked his lips. His eyes narrowed, fixating on me like he had never wanted anything more in his life. “I've really fuckin' missed you.”
“Where were you? I looked around before we came in here,” I said.
“Went to get a keg with Corbie and Dan.”
“How much have you had to drink?” I asked.
Tyler's mouth dropped open. “Huh?” His face scrunched up in confusion. “I can't think to answer questions when you're sittin' there wearin' my favorite outfit.”
With one hand behind my head, he pulled me forward to attach his mouth to mine. His kiss was sloppy and wet with too much tongue. I felt his hand on my knee, then a second later on my inner thigh, steadily rising up further under my skirt until he found his destination.
I squealed. Caleb seemed to make no effort to conceal his laughter.
“Mmm.” Tyler pulled away from me. “You're so sweet. No panties.” He brought my face to his again, kissing me hard, trying to wrestle my tongue out of my mouth while his other hand slid higher under my skirt, cupping my ass. Probably giving Caleb and Joan an unexpected view.
Caleb spoke through his laughter. “Susie,” he said, “you need any help?”
I opened my eyes and strained to see around Tyler's face. Caleb was a few feet away. I held out my hand and waved goodbye, urging them to leave.
“Okay, if you're sure. We'll go,” Caleb said.
Tyler pushed me down onto my back, his face still suctioned to mine. My feet were on the floor but my legs were stuck between the bed and the ottoman. I tried to push it away with my feet.
Suddenly, I felt the ottoman move, freeing my legs.
Tyler stopped kissing me and turned around to talk over his shoulder. His hand was still under my skirt, squeezing my left cheek. “Leave it.”
“But it was in Susie's way, I think,” Caleb said.
“Leave it where it is now. We'll use it.” Tyler went right back to kissing me too hard and fondling me inappropriately in front of our friends.
I heard Caleb chuckling right before I heard the door close. The music and voices from the living room were muffled once again.
Tyler kissed me for a little while longer, then he abruptly turned away to stand up.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Huh?” He gave me a quick glance, then he looked down at the ottoman, biting his lip. “Wonder how we can use this.”
“You really wanna use that ottoman? You don't think we should go to your room instead? You're upstairs, right?”
“Fuck.” He met my eyes with a frown. “I thought you were my adventurous little sex kitten.”
My mouth dropped open. “Adventurous? Doin' it in your roommate's bedroom on an ottoman ain't exactly considered livin' on the wild side.”
He nodded. “Okay. Then show me adventurous.”
“That's kinda hard to do when I'm only allowed to fuck you two days a week.”
“Ah.” He smiled. “You'll use any excuse to complain about that, won't you?”
Tyler took a few steps closer to the bed where I was propped up on my elbows, laying back, gazing up at him. My legs were spread apart with my feet touching the floor. The black miniskirt I wore was pushed almost all the way up to my waist. I felt his jeans against my bare knees. His eyes were set on mine. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, then across his top lip, then ever-so-slowly across his bottom lip again. Like I was his prey. He had stalked me and studied me until, finally, I gave in. Like a gazelle to a lion. And he was about to rip me apart.
“You're a dirty girl,” Tyler said. “Laying there with your legs spread open. On a stranger's bed.” He gently shook his head. “You know, I should spank you.”
Damn, you're bold when you're drunk! That's what I wanted to say. But it was redundant. Of course he's bold when he's drunk. Who isn't? I scooted a little closer to the edge of the bed. The threat of a spanking from him had gotten me completely soaked and I didn't want to leave a big wet spot on Cyrus' bedspread.
Oh, he's so sexy... That football jersey accentuated his broad shoulders perfectly. He looked like such a jock. Like a big, solid, lug of a man.
“Well...” I eased my legs a little further apart. It was a win-win situation for me. Either he'll fuck me while I'm in this position, or he'll actually spank me for doing this. “What're you gonna do, Quarterback?” I made sure to sound my most flirtatious, lowering my voice, puckering my lips to blow him a kiss.
Tyler sighed. “Don't call me that.”
“Why not?”
“I don't like it.” He stared down between my legs for a good ten seconds, smiling. “You need to get up.”
Tyler bent over and, in one swift motion, put his arm under my back and pulled me to my feet. He once again surprised me by his ability to move me around like I was as light as a feather. I almost lost my breath when my feet touched the floor.
He pushed the black leather ottoman closer to the bed and sat down, using the mattress behind him to support his back. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom in a blue wrapper, tearing it open in haste. He put it down in front of him to free his hands to unzip his jeans. “We need to use this in here so we don't make a mess.” Tyler worked quickly and methodically, not looking up at me once as he got ready.
It reminded me of the way he handled all those tools the day he took my car to Leroy's and gave it a tune-up. He was very serious, working fast, with such agility. It was one of the things I found most endearing about him.
Watching him there, my mind was filled things to love about him. It was like a crowd of people all showing up to a party at the same time, much like the party going on in the living room. Every single thing vied for attention like a person screaming my name. Everything from the way he smelled to his intelligence to the fact that he deeply loved to fix cars. He was so beautifully odd in so many ways.
Was Caleb right? Am I ridiculous to think I need to keep anything from Tyler?
Tyler smiled and reached forward. He had one leg hanging off of either side of the rectangular ottoman. “Come here, lover girl.”
I reached down and took his hands, ready to straddle him and give him a great time.
And then, he smiled an evil smile I'd never seen before. He let go of my hands and scooted forward to the edge of the ottoman. I laughed when I saw his large, erect, condom-clad penis bob along as he inched toward me.
“What's so damn funny?” Tyler stared up at me, his eyebrows both raised high. He swung his legs around so his knees pressed together with his feet on the floor. Using a sternness that both excited and scared me, he patted his right thigh and said, “Bend over. Here. Now.”
I was more than a little afraid that Drunk Tyler might get a little carried away, maybe even hurting me in a less-than-pleasurable manner. But I was willing to take a chance. Hell, I'd taken a lot of chances on him already.
“Come on,” he said. “Hurry up and take your punishment like a good girl.”
I sucked in a breath. Fuck!! I loved Tyler treating me like I was a bad girl. I took a deep breath and looked straight ahead at the closed door. Then I bent at the waist over Tyler's lap until my hands touched the carpet on the other side. The ottoman was low enough that I had room to brace my hands on the floor and tilt my head up to make sure the door was still closed. In fact, if I didn't brace myself, my head might have actually touched the floor.
What would Cyrus say about us doing this in his room?
Tyler moved me around while he adjusted his knees. He wasted no time in giving my ass its first two loud, hard slaps.
“Shit!” I winced in pain. He had never stung me quite like that before.
“Sorry, sweetie.” He smacked my left cheek, making me squeal. “Oh wait, I'm not sorry. You deserve this.” Tyler tightened his grip around my waist and slapped my butt again.
“Ow!” I tried to turn my head around to look at him. “Are you only using your hand? It really hurts.”
He laughed, ma
king me worry that this might go on for a lot longer. I twisted my hips, trying to rock myself out of his grip.
“Shh.” Tyler gently rubbed my burning skin. “Does that feel better?”
“Yes.” I didn't know if he could hear me over the music coming through the door.
He rubbed me for a while before I felt his fingers gently part my lips, tracing up and down between them. “Yum, yum, yum.”
I laughed out loud.
“Hey!” He smacked me. Not as hard as before, but hard enough to once again get me a little worried. I made a mental note to not go over Drunk Tyler's lap again. It wasn't because I couldn't handle the pain. It was because I thought he might not know when to stop. “Don't laugh at me,” he said.
I was about to say I was sorry, but then I felt him massaging me again. He moved his knee a little higher, making my backside more prominent. At the same time, his grip on my waist tightened. I was certain that even if I really tried, there was no way I could fight my way out of that vice-like grip. And thankfully, I didn't need to. He caressed me like my skin was something to be worshiped. I could slightly feel his breath against my ass, telling me he had craned his head down to get a closer look. Meanwhile, his giant erection poked the side of my leg.
Tyler cupped my inner thigh. “Mmmm... you're so soft.” His fingers were so gentle, they nearly tickled me. He took his time, finally moving up to my lips, rubbing them with his whole hand. “You know I'm obsessed with this pussy of yours, right?”
I bit my lip to stop myself from making the mistake of laughing again. And then the door swung open.
I looked up to see Corbie's head peaking around the door as I tried to use my weight to shove my legs back to the floor behind me to stand up. But Tyler's grip was strong.
“Hey man,” Tyler said. His hand stayed in the same place, fondling me.
“Hey...” Corbie took one step inside the room, then stopped in his tracks. His huge eyes locked on mine, horrified.
Tyler went about his business as if we did this every day. Like it was normal for us to be in a stranger's bedroom, me bent over at the waist across his lap while he used his entire hand to stimulate me.
“Umm...” Corbie's eyes went up to Tyler, blinking a few times, then back to me. He grinned and looked off to the left, facing the floor. He put his hand up to cover his eyes. “Uhhh... we were just wondering where you guys were but... umm... I see you're a little busy.”
Corbie and I had always flirted a little, going as far as the occasional drunken make-out session, but as far as I knew he had never seen me so intimately. I flushed with embarrassment as I felt Tyler's fingers working me a little faster, one of them slipping inside me. At least Corbie was only seeing the view from the front.
Corbie turned back toward the door with his hand still covering his eyes. He laughed. “I guess I'll see you guys later.”
“Okay. Save some beer for me.” Tyler's fingers disappeared from between my legs. I saw the door close behind Corbie, then I heard what sounded like Tyler sucking on his own fingers. “Fuck. Nothin' in the world tastes better than that.”
Moments later, he moved his leg and pulled me closer to his body. His dick felt like a drill trying to cut a hole through my thigh. Tyler's heavy breathing tickled my ass, then my lips. I felt his tongue lightly graze my skin, just above my pussy. He groaned. “Shit! I can't reach it!”
Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh. I pressed my lips together tight.
With a loud sigh, he shifted me around again, this time moving his knee down. His dick pressed against me but not as hard as before. Tyler cupped my ass and squeezed it. His fingers danced randomly between my lips, depending on where he decided to squeeze me. Soon, his hand was kneading my ass. It hurt just a little but I didn't mind. At least he wasn't spanking me.
Tyler relaxed his grip around my waist and shuffled his legs until I lay across him a little more evenly. Then he reached down to grab my breast.
His fingers pulsed against my hard nipple through my blouse, and the thinnest, filmiest bra I owned. I knew he liked my nipples and I intended to keep them on display for him at all times that night, planning for him to pull me upstairs to his bedroom at some point. Little did I know we wouldn't make it past the first room where he found me.
Tyler had one hand on my breast and one on my ass, both of them squeezing me, kneading me, showing me how much he appreciated me. It made me gasp each time his fingers slipped randomly between my thighs. I moaned and rocked my hips back and forth against his hand, hoping he'd slide a few fingers inside instead of just brushing past the area that craved him the most.
“I love this body.” Tyler cupped my breast and kept his hand steady against my ass, jiggling a rather thick part of it before giving it a gentle slap. “I fuckin' love this body. This nice, round ass.” He slapped it again. “It's like you were made for me to fuck. Like this cushiony ass was made all for Tyler's pleasure.”
I couldn't control my laughter this time.
And then, swiftly, I was lifted to my feet.
“Whoa,” I said as the walls spun around me.
Tyler stood up beside me. “Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I stood you up too fast.” He pulled me into a tight embrace.
I closed my eyes and let myself fall against him. Even if I had not been slightly dizzy, it felt good to let myself rest against his hard body while he held me. For once, I let myself enjoy it. Somehow, Tyler being drunk made me let my guard down a little. I doubted he'd remember anything later anyway.
“You okay now?” Tyler asked, after we had stood there for probably a minute.
“Yeah, I think so.”
He gave me his biggest smile, licking his lips. He backed away from me, holding my hands to pull me along. I observed that his erection had formed a nice-sized tent under his football jersey. He sat down on top of the ottoman with his legs stretched out in front of him, reclining back against the side of Cyrus' bed. “You feel good enough to ride me?”
I inspected the ottoman, taking a step forward to stand at his side. “You think I can straddle that whole thing?”
Tyler nodded. He inched his jeans down and pulled his jersey up, exposing his hard cock. He still wore the condom he'd unrolled earlier. “Yeah, it sits pretty low and it's skinny turned this way.” He winked, then puckered his lips, kissing at me. “Come on.”
Oh, how can I possibly resist this sweet, drunk boy? I pulled my skirt up to give my legs more room, then I grabbed his shoulders to brace myself. He smiled and took my left thigh in his arm as I heaved it across him. Behind my right thigh I felt his other hand guiding me into position. In seconds, I was right where he wanted me, about to make use of that condom. My feet comfortably sat on the floor on either side of the ottoman.
“Damn,” I said. “You were right. I can reach the floor.”
Tyler smiled and put his hands around my waist, pulling me closer. “See? You can trust me.” He leaned in close to my ear, nuzzling me. “You should listen to me more often,” he whispered.
“Yeah, sure.”
He leaned back and rolled his eyes, then promptly closed them. He let out a deep moan when I sat down on his cock. With his eyes still closed, he held me there a little longer. Then he grabbed my waist, guiding me back up.
“No,” I said. “I got this.” I was definitely at an advantage with my feet planted on the floor. I reached up under his arms to grab his hard, massive shoulders from behind. Using all of the strength in my legs, I moved up and down on top of him quickly.
“Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Tyler's mouth fell open. He put his arms around my back and bent down closer to me, his breath warm against my cheek.
I started to move a little faster. As much as I loved this position with the ottoman, I knew we needed to try to get out to the party soon.
“Mmm.” Tyler breathed in my ear. “I love your body. You have no idea how much I love your body.”
“The feeling's mutual.” I kept my head steady at the same level as Tyler's while
the rest of me worked hard, making the most out of that very useful piece of furniture.
He held me tight as I maintained my speed. “But you know...” He stopped to kiss my lips, taking a second to suck my bottom lip into his mouth and run his tongue across it before releasing it and pulling his head back, just far enough away to let him stare deep into my eyes. He held me in a tight embrace as I rode him, slowing my speed just a little. Then he leaned back down to my ear with his arms fully around my back. I felt his breath against my ear before he spoke in his low, sexy voice, just above a whisper. “It's really the girl inside this body. That's who I love.”
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