Page 90 of The Overtime Kiss
Now though? I think I’m going to love it. “Get naked,” I demand.
If I blurted things out that night we were together in the hotel, that’s nothing compared to how I am now. I’m unleashed, and I have so many things I want to say.
He drags a hand down his face. “Holy fuck. I can barely keep up with you.”
I blink. “Is that bad?”
He dips his face, brushing his lips tenderly against mine. “It’s all good.” When he breaks the kiss, he tugs at my sweater. “And I could say the same to you. Get naked. Now.”
“Yes, sir.” I strip off my shirt and sports bra, suddenly naked before him.
His eyes don’t settle. They travel. Up. Down. Over every inch of me.
“I am going to have a field day with this beautiful body,” he says, flicking a finger against my right nipple and the slim silver barbell that runs through it. “And we’re going to come back to this. I want to spend a good long time with these beauties.”
“Have me. Do whatever you want,” I say, trembling from the pleasure and the promise of more. Especially since someone is finally appreciating the piercings I had done a few years ago. I did them for me—I like them. But wow—to be with a man who enjoys them so shamelessly is entirely new. It might even be my new guilty pleasure.
He slides his hands to my waist, then stops. “Shit. I don’thave condoms.” He scrubs a hand over his jaw. “I haven’t had sex in…a long time,” he admits. “More than a year.”
And I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m even more turned on by his restraint.
“I’m very good at preparing.” I reach into the nightstand and grab a condom, adding quickly, “For us. Just in case.”
His lips twitch. “In case I ever stormed in here and told you I wanted a redo on the Night of 1001 Confessions?”
“Yes,” I say, smiling, even though that’s not entirely how I came to be in possession of this, but that’s a story for later.
Tyler stands, sheds his pants and briefs, and stands naked before me.
And oh my god.
He’s glorious.
His cock is as beautiful as the rest of him. Everything is wonderfully proportional. He grips himself and strokes from base to tip, squeezing out a drop of liquid arousal. I part my lips. I barely know what’s come over me, but I stick out my tongue—asking for it.
He drags his thumb across my lips and slides it inside my mouth. My eyes flutter, and I moan around his thumb, tasting him. When I open my eyes again, I can’t wait any longer. “Please fuck me.”
Withdrawing his thumb, he drags it against the corner of my lips. “Such a beautifully filthy mouth. But so impatient. You’ll get my cock, but only when I’m ready to give it to you.”
I whimper.
He smiles again, a closed mouth grin. “Beg me, baby. You beg so sweetly.”
“Please, Tyler. I want you.Badly.”
“You sure?”
“Yes!” I practically bang my fists.
“Spread those pretty legs so I can make sure.”
I’m on edge with desire as I part my thighs, feelingvulnerable and wildly turned on. He stares at me approvingly.
“So fucking ready.” He climbs back onto the bed, settles between my thighs, and, with intense focus, rolls on the condom.
Then—he spreads my legs wide.
Nudges the head of his cock against my wetness.
