Page 9 of Unbearable
We don’t speak for a moment as he slides his hands over me and I’m swimming in how good this is just being with him here like this, as long fingers and broad palms explore my willing body.
With my heart hammering in my chest, beating so erratically I’m sure I’m about to have a heart attack, he kisses me once more and then reaches for the buckle of his jeans, unbuckling his belt and drawing his zipper down.
I grab his hand to stop him and he raises his eyebrow in question. “I do believe that’s my job.” I’m not sure where this boldness is coming from, but I’m liking it. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you,” I say, trying to be naughty and hooking my fingers into the waist band of his boxers to pull both them and his jeans down all at once.
He laughs, stepping out of his jeans while removing his shirt. Once he throws his shirt on the floor, he looks at my lips and then my eyes before clearing his throat softly. “Is that so?”
“Well maybe not too easy, I am here to find out just how rough you like it after all.” I slowly lay back, eyes roaming over his body as he falls into me, catching himself on his hands.
Sky blue eyes give way to darkness as he rolls to the side, his hand moving south, stroking himself a few times, as if he just couldn’t take it any longer.
In the name of all things good and holy, fuck me, that’s intensely hot!
Prying my legs apart, he moves to settle between my hips, waiting for me to make the decision.
I quickly shift my gaze from his face and get a brief glimpse, knowing I wouldn’t be disappointed by his cock, thick and heavy between his legs demanding my attention.
Placing his elbows on either side of my head, he watches me until his voice drops and his words hit my stomach. “You sure?”
I nod, maybe a little too eagerly. “Definitely sure.”
Leaning over the side of the bed to find his jeans, he pulls a condom out of his wallet. I stare as he opens the package with his teeth and then proceeds to put it on before settling back between my legs.
Drawing in a deep breath, I prepare myself. He smells so good. Like man and a rich running engine. It was one of those moments where I literally tingle as he enters me.
Once he’s inside me, it’s clear that Holden is still only a member of the boys’ club, because Tyler, he’s a fucking man. Maybe because it’s been awhile but still, nothing can compare to him entering me. My breathing stops and brain cells are quickly dying awaiting the oxygen.
Tyler entering me is the only time he takes it slowly or gently. And that’s where the softer side of him ends. As soon as he’s inside me, his body is heavy, his grip too strong and his hands too rough. It’s all hard to comprehend but I’m in no coherent position to stop him. I need this. This is what I’d asked for and what I so desperately wanted.
“Holy shit, I knew you’d be rough,” I say when he’s slamming inside of me, whole body movements that slide me up the bed. I’m a thicker girl, probably a size ten—it’s mostly in my ass—and he makes me feel tiny with the way he’s manhandling me.
Tyler hesitates midthrust and then I panic because he’s stopping. This is something I’ve wanted since I was sixteen, long before I should have wanted my brother’s best friend and the thought of stopping now isnotan option. “Should we be doing this?” He swallows hard, his gaze on mine. “I mean, you’re Red’s little sister….”
Seriously?
It’s a slap in my face, it really is, even in this moment I’m only ever someone’s sister, but it’s not enough to stop me. “What’s that got to do with anything? Are you scared of Red?”
He looks offended. At least we’re both on the same page. “Fuckno.”
“Then stop thinking and fuck me.”
My nails dig into his shoulders as he pushes inside me, this time more warily, and I think again, maybe it’s been a while by the way his body trembles when he moves again. His breathing is rapid as he gives me a look I don’t quite understand, or have the mental ability to comprehend with the amount of alcohol in my body.
His hands move over my hips, carefully but with a bit of impatience, his touch almost sweet, as though he’s attempting to slow it down. I close my eyes, wanting to enjoy every sensation he’s causing throughout my body but they soon snap open when he raises my left leg and reaches between to adjust the angle. Roaming fingers slide slowly over me, taking time to learn my contours. “Jesus, you’re fucking beautiful, Raven.”
I’m so ready to come just based on those words and squirm against him, needing the friction, needing him to move faster, but he’s slowing down.
With my leg hooked around his arm, he has the correct angle, and he pushes inside me again, drawing back, and then giving me a little more.
“I want you to make me scream.” I move his hand from beside me to my neck, making him squeeze. “Take me any way you want me.Any way.”
For someone who’s in a constant struggle to maintain control all the time, it’s maybe a personal fantasy to have someone else control me in the bedroom. Having a man like Tyler Hemming take what he wants from my body, yep, I’m down with that. Fucking all over that.
I wonder briefly if he understands how willing I am and how I want it. My eyes search his face but never meet his eyes. I’m so needy for him, if he asked, I’d probably let him stick it in my ass.
Tyler stops midthrust, and looks down at me, giving me a glimpse. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes. I want you to fuck me. Like,reallyfuck me.” My voice lowers. “I want to be able to feel you every time I move tomorrow.”
