So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(37)

I grind the heels of my hands into my eyes. “Tyson Masters! What if someone sees you?”

“So what if they do?” He chuckles, his bobbing hard-on proudly displayed for anyone who happens by.

He pulls my wrists, and I give him a wilting frown.

But he doesn’t wilt.

Nothing wilts.

“You know…I can’t leave without you.” He stands so close that his dick pushes at my belly through the terrycloth of my robe. “I don’t want to. And it’s not only about my custody issues.”

He yanks at the belt, untying it in one smooth motion.

I scramble to pull the edges together. “Someone might come out here. What I don’t want is to be caught naked in public.”

He leans close, whispering, “It’s about this too.”

Ty slides his hands into my robe and along my waist, dipping his lips to the hollow at the base of my throat.

The words I should say refuse to leave my mouth. I swallow hard as my anger loses its battle against a softer emotion that is somehow stronger than all others.

His tongue trails to my breast. My fingers run through his hair and I close my eyes.

This want of him. Knowing this relationship is temporary. Knowing how his mother feels about me. Knowing he doesn’t want anything lasting. Knowing he didn’t really choose me—

It’s emotional suicide.

My melting resolve bleeds out, apparently drowning my modesty as Tyson kneels before me with one hand stretched up to fondle my heavy breasts. My nipples bead when the breeze swishes by and errant leaves scurry along in its wake.

Ty nips at the skin over my pubic bone. His nose nuzzles my curls as his tongue wets my clit, eliciting a small moan from deep within my chest. Tyson’s hands go to my ass as he grabs me, looking up and watching my face. He opens his mouth over me, covering my pussy as he stares into my eyes, his smile partially hidden by my mound. Then he delves into my entrance with his tongue.

I suck in a deep breath.

I should push him away. Go inside. Do something.

Stop this madness.

But I don’t.

I can’t.

Instead, I let my leg relax and open a bit while I lean against the wall, allowing my eyes to fall closed as he sucks my clit and massages my ass cheeks. Then he lets his fingers slip along my seam. This time, when they touch that tight place, my body responds by rewarding him with a gush of cream to my slit.

“You like that, eh? You just got really wet.” He wiggles his tongue into my entrance and sucks the juice. “You taste incredible.”

He licks me from that tight little hole up to my bud, where he swirls with the tip of his slippery tongue. Standing, he slides his arms around me, pulling me to his muscular chest where my bare breasts press against his heated skin. His hard-on probes my slit. He slants his mouth over mine and braces me against the wall as he pulls me up and wraps his waist with my legs. In one quick motion, he impales me.

I grunt, and my hands go to his nape, fingers twisting in his hair.

A click down the hall freezes me.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper.

Tyson tilts his hips, embedding himself deeper into me. “Shush.”

I wriggle to get free, but he pins me between him and the wall as a door creaks open. A woman steps into the breezeway from a room at the opposite end of the hall.

My eyes widen, my face heats, and my heart races.

Please, God. Let her go back into her room.

I whisper, “We should go inside. This is stupid.”

Again, Ty thrusts, and his cock hits a spot I didn’t even know I had. I arch my back and let out a slow hiss.

I grab my robe and try to wrap him in it too. But he’s too big, and it barely covers his sides.

The woman shuffles toward us, her orthopedic shoes squeaking with each step.

Tyson grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “Close your eyes. She’ll be gone in a minute.”

I lick my lips. She’s still headed our way, but she’s looking at a paper held tightly in her hand. I let out a little sigh as she passes without lifting her gaze.

He nips at the corner of my mouth and slips his tongue past my lips. He rolls his hips and hits that magical spot again. And again. And again. I bite my bottom lip to keep in the sounds of my pleasure that want to slip out.

The woman’s blue veined hand takes the rail as she steps onto the stairs. She clears her throat and in a gravelly voice says, “Nice ass. Like I said, lucky, lucky girl.”

Again, I try to get loose, but Tyson’s got me. And when he sucks my neck and pumps into my wet pussy, my mind flees and leaves only sensation behind. He grasps my ass through the too-small robe. My tits bounce as he pounds me into the wall.

The pressure inside expands as he ruts and groans. Head back, my breath comes in bursts. With each plunge, he hits that mysterious place with the head of his cock, and my entrance wets even more. We match each other’s movements. I tighten my hold on his shoulders as we go faster.