Page 10 of Unbearable
With a growl, one that emerges from deep within, shaking me to my core, he goes for it.
I should have known when Tyler took me home he’d be the best fucking lay of my life, but then again, I’ve only ever been with Holden and just Tyler’s kisses blew that out of the exhaust pipe. With heavy kisses, ones that leave me shivering and shaking, he whispers my name across my neck, how beautiful I am and how badly he’s wanted this.
Yep, all he has to do is ask and I’m totally letting him stick it in my ass.
His hands curl around my shoulders and he draws me into his thrusts, which seem harder each time, my breath expelling on contact.
“That’s it,” he growls into the curve of my neck, biting down on my skin. “Is this what you wanted? You needed to be fucked, didn’t you?”
I nod against his shoulder, biting down as the pleasure begins to peak. “God, yes, Tyler! I needed this so bad!”
He groans again, the sound pushing me further over the edge as his mouth moves over my jaw and to my neck, a searing path that sends shivers down the backs of my legs. One hand stays curled around my shoulders, but his right hand moves and angles my hips as he drives into me, harder this time. The angle takes my breath away. “I knew the moment I walked into the bar and saw you sitting there you’d be on my dick tonight.”
Yeah, he’s pretty sure of himself. Judging by the way he’s fucking me right now, he has every right to be. The truth is he’s always been this way. Overly confident. So sure of himself.
“Why’s that?” My lips are at his ear, kissing along his neck. “Taking advantage of the drunk girl, are we?”
“No, I knew it because the minute I saw you tonight, I knew you needed this as much as I did,” he says, his face flushed and determined.
Flipping me over, he has me on my knees and entering me from behind, just like our position outside the room. One hand presses into the small of my back, burying my face in the pillow, the other gripping my thigh to the point where it burns.
He doesn’t last long like that, and with every move he makes, his body leans forward until eventually he’s slumped forward completely, wrapping his arms around my waist. He brings me closer to his chest that way, and it’s nice, the thump of his steady heartbeat and breathing against my damp skin. Moving from his grip on my waist, his left hand grabs the front of my neck and squeezes. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
It’s then I know I’m going to come like this. It’s the force, the movements, and knowing if I didn’t like his hold, I’d say something, but his body isn’t giving me the opportunity to deny him. And there’s something incredibly sexy about that.
Flipping me over again, and with just a simple movement of his wrist, I’m on my back with him between my legs once more.
Only this time his arms are hooked just behind my knees, his hips undulated, giving me exactly what I need. It rises like a roller-coaster ride, warmth spreading from my thighs to my toes. I roll my hips, giving in, letting go, sensations gripping every part of me.
I cry out with the switch of positions but it’s not from pain. “If you want me to stop, just tell me.” Amusement touches his lips when I squirm.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” is my only reply, my fingers gripping his hands, which are placed securely on my hips.
Tyler throws his head back. My eyes lock to his heaving chest, straining as he moves, and on the way the sweat beads on his skin.
Everything is heightened when I see his face contort in pleasure. It’s clear, until now, I’ve never been fucked by a man. I’ve only ever had nervous touches and sweaty palms. Now I have this, the confidence, the fierceness I’ve always associated with Tyler.
Warmth jumps in my tummy, forcing a string of needy pleas passing my parted lips. The tingling and then the sudden pleasure ripping through me. Succumbing to sensations, my orgasm is there, all at once, igniting my body in flames.
He knows when I come, clenching and shaking beneath him as my back arches and his grip on my hips slip. His hands move from my hips completely and fist in the pillow beside my head.
“Christ, you’re beautiful when you come.” Throwing himself into his own movements, his pace hard and desperate, Tyler chases his need, his hips slamming into me, his body tensing at the onset of the pleasure. I bite down on his shoulder muffling my moans of pleasure in his skin.
He lasts three more pumps and thrusts his head forward, his forehead resting against my breasts. Then collapsing as he lets go completely, he gives me all his weight. His hands move from beside my head to my ass, giving me one more long thrust. “Jesus Christ….” He breathes out, long and low into the curve of my neck as he pulses inside of me.
Fearing this will be over before I know it, I don’t want to let go—hell, I don’t want it to end. Ever. I want to stay here with him buried inside me until the sun peeks through his dark curtains.
Holding onto his neck, I move with him until he lets out a heavy sigh, riding out the last of his orgasm.
Barely able to draw a breath because of his weight on me, I have no words. All I have are shortened gasps, trying everything I can do to keep myself from hyperventilating. I just had sex with Tyler Hemming. My childhood crush.
And it was the best sex of my life. I’m not lying. I want to cry with how good it felt and how badly I needed that. Holden who?
Tyler rolls off me and onto his side, shifting to bring my back flush against his chest, his lips lingering at my shoulder. He is still trying to catch his breath.
“That was amazing,” I say with heavy breaths, swallowing and then letting out another forced gasp.
He turns my head to kiss me again, grinning against my lips.
“Turn over,” he says, letting go so I can do so.
When I do, he smiles, his knuckles brushing over my cheek gently, his eyes fluttering closed. “You’re amazing, Raven.” It’s his tone and me believing the truth behind his words that draw me in.
I continue to stare at him, his eyes remain closed. Maybe he’s still awake, but his features seem relaxed, as if he is already asleep or just getting there.
Staring at him, my eyes follow the line of his jaw, the curve of his cheeks, his lips. Just him. My heart flutters in my chest. Holy hell, no way this can be a one-night thing.
