Page 42 of Unbearable
Sliding his hand past my hip, he wraps it around the backs of my legs, lifting me, pressing himself against me and the counter. His face moves to my neck, and one of his hands to my waist, squeezing. His grip on me reminds me ofwhyI shouldn’t be in this room with him. My eyes dart to the door. He locked it. Shit. He came in here with an intention of not wanting to be interrupted. Now what do I do? I didn’t even notice he locked it.
“Damn it, Raven. What do I do?” he asks in a pained whisper.
I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut. “I don’t know.” When I open them, he’s staring at me. Fuck if I knew what to do. If I did, I’d be doing it.
Leaning in, he pauses his mouth on my collarbone. I respond by pulling him closer, our bodies in line again and we’re frantic, pulling at one another as our mouths make contact.
“Jesus Christ, I can’t shake you.” His voice is pleading and warm against my skin.
A twinge, a clenching deep within my belly causes me to jump as his words whisper over my skin like a breeze on a summer’s day. I melt, never wanting to move, and open my legs to have him fill the space between them.
Tilting my chin, his lips brush the satiny curve where my neck meets my shoulders, his hands working on his belt buckle to free himself.
Well, fuck.This isn’t going where I thought it would. I’m about to have sex in the bathroom in my parents’ home. Well, that’s certainly not a first but still….
“I don’t want the sex we had before,” he says, continuing his path up my neck. “I want this, right now.” With his hands on my hips, he slides me to the edge of the counter and pulls a condom out of his back pocket.
My heart thuds against my breast bone as his chest expands on a breath. “Okay….”
His mouth finds mine again, our lips and breath colliding as one. I don’t know how my pants come off or my shirt, but they both do and our eyes remain focused on one another as he moves inside of me, in and out.
“I missed you,” he repeats, the words washing over my mouth, bathing me in his scent. His hand lowers between our legs, placing pressure against me in the way I need. “I missed you so goddamn much.”
I have to believe his words. I do because they’re spoken with truth. I can see it in his eyes.
His mouth sliding over mine is pure bliss and I never want his lips to part from mine. They can’t. They just can’t.
There’s no denying what’s going on here because with every moan I give, he takes it, always louder, always rougher, always more in every way. Reaching to the wall, he flips the switch to the obnoxiously loud fan and I know why he does it. Though the bathroom is upstairs and not one most use, if someone was to walk by the door they could totally hear what’s happening in here.
His left hand moves from my hip to between my legs, my gaze follows. It’s when his thumb drags over the sensitive bundle of nerves that I sigh, my breath expelling from my chest. “Oh God, Tyler….”
“That’s it, honey.” He breathes into the curve of my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. “Show me how much you missed me, too.”
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I cling to him, my body speaking to him as he pushes his thumb down harder, a quick and focused movement only he seems to know. I’ve never had someone make me come like he does. He knows exactly what to do and when and how much.
“Jesus… you’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you come.” His tone is guttural as he tries to halt our movements for a second, his dick pulsing inside of me and I know he’s close but he wants me to get off first. As soon as those words leave his beautiful lips, I’m falling—falling hard as my orgasm ravages me, my hips rocking back and forth as I attempt to not fall off the counter in the process. His hands dig into my hips, bruising my skin, keeping me in place.
When he knows my need is met, his thrusts become thoroughly focused and I know he’s about to come by the way his chest shakes, his feet shifting, his belt buckle clanking, bracing himself for the onset of the pleasure coursing through him. I can tell he’s moments away from his release by the tense expression and lust-hooded eyes. That alone distracts me enough to focus my attention on him because, Christ Almighty, hisOface is breathtaking.
“Holy shit,” he says, and then moans my name. Not wanting anyone to hear us, I take my panties from my ankle and shove them in his mouth.
It doesn’t even register with him as he thrusts deeper, his head falling back, the muscles in his neck straining, his hips jerking quickly and then stilling as he empties himself.
Yep, fucking breathtakingly beautiful. I lean forward and press my lips to the protruding veins in his neck, capturing the sensation of its sturdy thump with my breath.
When my mouth leaves his skin, he takes my panties from his mouth with a grin, and then he kisses me with burning urgency. I burn with the same urgency. It’s been weeks since we’ve been togetherthisway, and I’m utterly incapable of stopping myself from kissing him.
Our mouths crash against one another in desperation, searching for meaning in the kiss. I know we are. Or at least I am.
Eventually we part, our eyes locked, now searching for meaning in what we just did. Where does this leave us now?
I’m not even sure why, but my eyes water and he notices.
Tyler looks nervous as he tosses the condom in the garbage can and pulls up his jeans. I have my jeans and shirt back on and it’s a couple minutes later and he braces his forearms on the counter. “You didn’t want it?”
“I didn’t say that.”
Tyler dips his head to catch my eyes and regards me, a pleased smile softening his features. “Is that so?”
