Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
The ride back to my apartment is almost painful. There’s an uneasy silence between us, and the longer it goes on, the more the reality of this situation collapses onto me.
There are no lines.
As easily as he wiped away my invisible one on the table earlier, Tyler has wiped away the real ones.
There are no lines, but there are strings and all sorts of bullshit I’m not prepared to wade through right now.
“Come up,” I say, my hand on the door. “With me.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod. He follows me up the stairs. When we reach the top, Sean’s door opens and he steps out. His mouth forms an ‘o’ and he looks at me.
“Maybe I’ll try again later,” he mutters.
“Sean,” I say, knowing that he’s looking for an introduction, “this is Tyler. Tyler, this is my neighbor, Sean.”
I think Sean’s about to fall over and Tyler hasn’t even opened his mouth yet.
“Nice to meet you, mate. Sorry about last time.”
“He’s British,” Sean states, looking at me.
He drops Tyler’s hand and gasps like a schoolgirl. I shake my head frantically, begging him not to say anything. I can see it all falling into place.
“He’s Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British!” he all but squeals.
Thank you, Sean, you rat bastard.
“Nice to see you, Sean. We’ll catch up soon. Goodbye!” I push my apartment door open and walk in.
Tyler is laughing behind me, and as much as I’m annoyed at Sean for blurting that out, I’m thankful that he cut through the tension.
“Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British, huh?”
I clap my hands to my flaming cheeks. “I didn’t know your name. I had to call you something when I explained to my other best friend how you stole my orgasm and that pretty much summed it up.”
“I stole your orgasm?”
“Eh. You gave it back, so who cares?”
“Want another?” He kisses the back of my neck.
I turn to face him and grip the collar of his shirt. “I’m not going to argue if you insist.”
“In that case…” He cups my ass and pulls me flush against him before sealing his mouth against mine. My knees weaken at the fervor he kisses me with, like he’s drowning and I’m the air he needs to survive.
Deep and intense, every brush of his lips and flick of his tongue touches me everywhere. I back up until I bump into my kitchen table. Tyler slides his hands to the back of my knees and lifts me, setting me on the top of it.
He steps between my legs and pushes his already-solid cock against my center. I slide my hands around his neck and grip his hair. I tug lightly and he groans into my mouth.
He undoes the zipper on my sweater and slides it over my shoulders. My tank top soon follows, our kiss breaking for a second so he can tug it over my head. I let go of his hair to pull at his shirt, to feel his skin naked against mine. Together, we make short work of the buttons and I throw it to the floor, pulling him back to me.
His skin is hot, his chest smooth apart from the light hair dusting his pecs. I slide my hips into his, rubbing myself against him, and he kisses down my neck.
“You’re wearing it,” he murmurs, finding the blue-lace cup of the bra and running his tongue along the curve of my breast.
I try to shrug, but it fails. Instead, I take a deep breath when he undoes my jeans.
“Lift your hips.” He pulls my pants down my legs and steps back. His eyes appraise me from head to toe, lingering at my hips and the lace thong covering me. “God,” he groans, stepping back to me and unclasping my bra. “You’re so fucking sexy, Liv.”
I flatten my hands on the table behind me and arch my back when he seals his mouth around one of my nipples and sucks hard. I feel the tug right in my pussy. My muscles clench and—oh, crap.
Steadying himself, his hand next to mine on the table, Tyler dips two fingers inside me. The feeling of his tongue rubbing over my tender nipples and his fingers working my pussy is insanely good. I moan loudly, pushing my hips into his hand as best I can.
“I wanted your mouth around my cock tonight,” he whispers, bringing his mouth up to my ear. “I wanted to fuck your mouth so hard your throat would be sore tomorrow. But now I’ve changed my mind.” He sheds his pants and boxer briefs and replaces his fingers with his cock. “Instead, I think I’ll fuck you until your sweet cunt is sore.”
And he does. Relentlessly, he drives into me, making me cry out with every thrust. Each one is more desperate than the last, and I come quickly, squeezing him tightly.