I avoid eye contact. “Awesome.”
No. Sex. With. Tyson.
None.
I continue to the side of the pool, where I climb the steps.
Best to keep out of arm’s reach. Because if he touches me, I’m screwed…in more ways than one.
He follows me out of the water, as naked as the day he was born…only fully man, and fully erect. “How was your day?”
I towel dry my hair. “Long and boring. I cleaned your house. I put out some résumés online. Oh, and I tried on a gazillion puffy, hot, and uncomfortable dresses for your wedding.”
“Any job openings you’re interested in?” He smoothly ignores my comment.
I shrug. “There’s something in Virginia, near D.C., that I might like, but nothing looks promising.”
He steps to me, hooking his finger into the edge of my bikini bottoms. “This looks promising.”
And just like that, my body responds to his touch. An immediate flow of warm liquid floods my entrance as the pulse there picks up, thumping almost as hard as my heart thrashes behind my ribs.
I place my hand in the middle of his chest. “We shouldn’t. I—I think we should stop this. You, me—it’s confusing. I don’t—I mean we don’t—need to be confused about what this is.”
Tyson reaches for me, sliding his hand around my neck, pulling me to him. “I’m not confused at all about what this is.”
His mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue sweeping in when I open to him. Ty’s hands find my breasts. He kneads them and twists my nipples until bolts of electricity go straight to the apex of my thighs.
He turns me in his arms and trails kisses from my jaw to the nape of my neck. In two seconds, he’s tugged my bottoms off and untied my top, tossing it aside. “This is perfection.”
Tyson lays me face down on the lounger. He kisses each of my vertebrae as he runs his hands down my sides to my ass. His thumbs slide between my cheeks.
I catch my breath as he moves his hands between my legs. His fingers feather along my slit down to my bud. My hips tilt, raising my ass to give him better access. Ty parts my cheeks, and his breath is hot at my seam, over my tight backside hole. I clench up, and he lets out a light chuckle. Then he kisses my tailbone, so softly I barely feel his mouth.
He says, “This is me enjoying you.”
He palms the lower part of my ass cheeks, but his thumbs stay at my pussy, slipping through the wetness. “This slick spot? This is your body enjoying mine.”
“See? Nothing confusing about this.” His hands are strong and callused.
How have I not noticed the calluses before?
They scrape the tender skin between my legs in exactly the right way. My heart ratchets up as his mouth caresses my backside seam and he slips a thumb into my entrance.
His thumb finds my slit again, slipping in and out, only to dip down and circle my clit. I moan as his other thumb slides into my pussy, the first still tickling my nub. He swirls both until I grab the metal rails next to me and allow my legs to fall to either side so I’m straddling the lounger.
His hand glides up my back and down again until his four fingers splay across my tailbone while his thumb tucks under to dip into my dripping pussy. He sweeps his thumb around and around and then slides his hand up until his thumb presses that tight place at my backside.
I shift forward, moving away from his touch.
Suddenly, he’s over me. His cock, big and hard, pushes against my folds. My pussy pulses against it, wanting him to bury it in me.
My breath catches in my chest.
I freeze.
I’m not supposed to have sex with Tyson. I’m supposed to be stronger than this. To protect my heart. To protect the broken pieces of my soul that still have yet to heal from the rest of my life.
But I’m weak, pathetic, and addicted, so I’ll let him do whatever he will.
I’ll keep it physical. And if that doesn’t work, then I’ll deal with the fall-out later.
Ty guides the head of his cock from the wetness of my entrance over my clit where he circles the bud and he whips it side to side, over and over, until I gasp for breath. Then he moves it up until the slick tip of his erection presses against that tiny hole charged with electricity.
“And this? This is anticipation. Yours. Mine. Knowing it’s going to be the best part of our day.”
In the next moment, he flips me to my back, lying against my naked body. His big hands skim my arms and he laces his fingers with mine. His mouth finds my lips. His tongue traces them until I open to him. Then he sweeps across my tongue and sucks my bottom lip before nipping with gentle teeth.
He rubs the ridge of his cock along my pussy, the friction sending a delicious thrill through my entire being. Tyson licks a trail from my mouth to my belly button, and he circles it with his hot tongue. He continues to the top of my pubic bone. His hands hold my hips as he flicks his tongue across my clit.