Page 56 of Unbearable
“Oh God, Tyler!” I moan when he finds all the same spots he knows so well, like the back of my neck and the spot above my left collarbone. “Don’t stop.”
With school and missing him, I’ve been so wound up and this is exactly what I need. Screw the game, I don’t want to leave this room.
“Never,” he grunts, flipping me over. His large hands cover my own as I dig them into the sheets. His stomach presses to my back, pushing me harder into my mattress. “I’ll never stop.”
His hands withdraw about the time I’m finding meaning in his words, slowly moving their way over to my hips. His thrusts are dominating, moving me up the bed with each movement.
“Jesus, Raven… fuck....” His grasp tightens. “Tell me I’m the only one,please.” His voice breaks a little at the end as he nods a couple times. “Tell me you haven’t been with anyone else.”
What? Why would he ask that?
“I haven’t.” I moan before finding his lips. “Only you, Tyler.”
He pants, nodding against my shoulder, the scruff of his jaw scratching against my back. “Thank fuck,” he grunts, pushing harder into me, his hips erratic and just as forceful. His hands wrap under and over the tops of my shoulders, pulling me into him.
Now do I dare ask the same of him? It would kill me if he tells me he went back to her.
“Have you?” I blurt out against the sheets, hoping maybe the fabric muffled my words enough.
His thrusts never let up, his breath pelting my neck as he whispers, “No,onlyyou.” His mouth is hard against my skin, kissing and biting, so desperate, so possessive I’m light headed.
When he comes, he doesn’t stop and I look at him, a smile playing at my lips. “Not done yet?”
“One more….” And he goes for another. One is never enough for him. Last weekend after I watched Nova, we had sex four times on the Sunday before I left. Four! In a matter of two hours. Needless to say, walking was a little difficult Monday morning.
He turns me around so his weight is pressing between my hips. I want it too. I always want more so I wrap my legs around him drawing him in deeper. He groans at the position as his lips finally find mine. Giving me intoxicating kisses, I’m searching for an answer in his, one he won’t give. I’m asking what this is with passion-infused kisses. And every time I’m left with the same answer: I’m afraid to let go. If there was anything I was holding onto, just within reach, it’s Tyler Hemming.
A moment later the rumble that leaves his heaving chest, the way he throws his head back and the way his arm pins me to the bed, it’s worth the whole world to see.
Body trembling, he looks down at me as he shakes, eyes dark as he gazes at me, his brow scrunched in concentration. His breath expels in heavy gasps when he draws his bottom lip in and I know I’m staring at him but I can’t stop. He’s absolutely beautiful when he fucks me like this.
He hasn’t come a second time, yet, so I push him back, my hand on his chest, and kneel in front of him for a moment. Removing the condom, I toss it on the floor next to my bed. Taking him inside my mouth, I taste the latex from the condom but I don’t care. I have to have Tyler like this, all of him, in the most intimate way.
Tyler leans forward, his hands on my ass, body slumping against mine as he thrusts his hips into my movements. Moaning, one hand moves from my ass to fist my hair in his hand, and I grab onto his hips, driving him into my mouth as hard as he wants to go. He comes again, just as strong as the first one, hunched over and clinging to me. My mouth fills with the warmth of him a second later, his dick pulsing inside of me. “Fuck… Raven.” His words fall away just as quickly as they’re spoken. Quickly I peek up at him and his head is thrown back, his muscles flexing and contracting with each heavy breath.
Sadly, there’s a twinge of pain in my chest that this might be all I give Tyler. A release. He doesn’t give me the forever I so desperately want, but I give what I can and what he needs.
What does he give me?
“I DON’T KNOW about this,” Tyler says as we’re walking out of my dorm room, swarms of Oregon Duck fans doing the same. He doesn’t like crowds. Never has.
“It’ll be fun.” I loop my arm in his, walking with him to my car.
Tyler laughs before ducking his head a bit to get in my car. “Oh yeah, sure.” His blue eyes flash with humor. “I can’t believe you convinced me to go to a college football game.”
Something swells between us, warm and unfamiliar. The very thought of knowing he’s going to the game for me makes me emotional.
Tyler clears his throat, noticing the change. “So do I get to take you back to my place after this?”
“You want to?” I raise an eyebrow in surprise.
“I’m pretty sure you know I do,” he says, kissing me briefly again.
I don’t know what to say so I go with, “Let’s just get through the game.”
I can’t wait for after the game now!
TYLER AND I make it to the game and by the second quarter I’m convinced I need to take him to every game with me from now on. Between his constant dirty words whispered in my ear to the heckling he gives the refs on the sidelines, it’s extremely entertaining.
