He wasn’t about to venture into her pants. There’d be no way he could stop himself from taking things too far, but there was no reason why she couldn’t get off against him. Hell, he’d die watching her. She was so aroused, so hot, he could feel her heat against his dick. He grit his teeth, for just a moment, to gain some control.
Pinching and plucking her nipples until they were distended and begging him to suckle them, he pressed his cock against her sex, creating a rhythm he wasn’t sure she was aware of.
The pink, pebbled flesh of her tits made his mouth water, and Tyler finally bent his head to suck one between his lips. Gently at first, and then with more fervor, he sucked just the tip and then a larger section of her breast into his mouth. Heaven.
Alyssa moaned a little louder, and Tyler let go with a pop to press a hand over her mouth. He had no idea who was listening or from how far away. “Sweetheart…”
She tipped her wild gaze down at him … and licked his palm!
The nymph was going to kill him for sure.
“You’re loud,” he whispered, his voice gravely.
“I need…”
Yeah, he knew what she needed. Tyler wrapped his hands around her back and pulled her against his chest. Her nipples grazed his skin and seared a path to his heart. “Grind yourself against me, sweet. Make yourself come.”
Alyssa froze for a second, just a pause, and then she relaxed and did as he said, her hot pussy rubbing furiously against his cock until he realized he was also going to come from the dry humping. God, he felt like a randy teenager yet again.
His woman moaned softly now in wanton abandon and let herself go against him, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her breasts rubbing against his pecs.
He had visions of commanding her to masturbate for him in the future, watching her blatantly get herself off, her legs spread to his gaze, her pussy hot and wet while she used those tiny fingers to rub herself to orgasm. Eyes squeezed shut, Tyler couldn’t hold off another second. When Alyssa’s breath hitched and she froze, pressed firmly into him, her pussy pulsing against his crotch even through her jeans, he came with her, cum jutting into his pants.
They stayed like that, locked in their embrace for long moments, both heaving for oxygen. Finally, Tyler let his hands wander up her back and buried them in her long strands of hair to lift her head. He forced her to meet his gaze and smiled into her eyes.
She had reverted to a shyer Alyssa, not the one who’d just dry humped his crotch until she came without him touching her.
“I—”
He cut her off. “You are the sexiest, most beautiful creature on earth.”
She tipped her head and let her face relax on an exhale. “I don’t usually do this sort of thing. I mean I didn’t, not until…”
“Yesterday,” he supplied. “I know.”
When she narrowed her gaze at him he continued, “I mean I don’t know the details, but I can imagine.”
“This is the most confusing, crazy, complicated situation. What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know, sweet, but we will figure it out. Together. The three of us. As soon as Michael stops stomping around in the barn.”
They both chuckled.
Chapter 9
They weren’t far off the mark. When Alyssa stepped gingerly into the barn, she found Michael slamming things around in the tack room, mumbling incoherently under his breath. No doubt cussing.
Tyler stood inches behind her, his breath tickling her neck. Neither of them made a noise as they stared at Michael’s back. As it turned out, they didn’t need to.
“Are you two done bonding?” Michael’s words stung and made Alyssa flinch.
Tyler cleared his throat before he spoke. “Could we address this bizarre arrangement civilly? It won’t help things if we keep barking at each other.”
Michael’s shoulders sagged. He still had his back to them, but he stopped flinging things around on the bench in front of him and froze.
When he slowly spun around, his look was apologetic, a half smile, his head cocked to the side. “You’re right. Shall we find someplace to get to know each other? It’s nice out. We could go sit on the back porch?” Michael nodded in the direction of the house and headed that way.
Alyssa followed behind him, well aware of Tyler at her back.
The porch was usually so welcoming with its wooden rocking chairs interspersed with small tables and quaint lounge chairs. Today, however, the space seemed ominous and confined, even outside. As though it wasn’t quite large enough for the three of them and the air they would need to breathe.
“The view here is gorgeous, breathtaking.” Tyler sat facing over the railing.