LAUREN

 

 

“I’ll drive.” Tyler held his hands out for the keys as we walked to the car.

“You’ve had more to drink than me,” I replied, inserting the key into the driver’s door and unlocking the doors.

He took a deep breath and got into the passenger’s seat. His leg jiggled impatiently.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Fine,” he replied, looking out the window. He looked too large in my car, curled up on the passenger’s seat, head slightly bent to accommodate the height of the roof. He looked large and annoyed.

“Was it because Shrek brought up Gabe?” I asked quietly.

“No.” He shifted in his seat. “I’m just dealing with some stuff at work at the moment.”

“Want to talk about it?”

He shook his head, shifting in the seat, adjusting his position. “It’s nothing to do with you.” The way he said it made my heart shrink. His voice was cold and sharp.

We pulled up the driveway and walked into the house without speaking. As soon as we were inside, Tyler turned and took my face between his hands, crushing his lips onto mine desperately. “I need you,” he growled.

The suddenness of his movement surprised me and I pushed back from him.

He took a step forward. “Please?” he begged.

“I thought you had phone calls to make?”

“I lied.” He reached for me again, but I stepped out from his grasp. “Lauren,” he said, his eyes dark and hungry. “I want you. I need you.” He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to him, once again crushing his mouth against mine with a desperation I hadn’t felt before.

“Tyler!” I pushed against him. “We need to talk about this.”

“About what?” he asked, frustrated.

“About whatever is going on in that head of yours. You’re clearly annoyed about something and fucking me isn’t the answer.”

Tyler smirked. “It sounds like a pretty decent answer to me.”

I narrowed my eyes and he turned away, sighing and running his hands through his hair. “What do you want me to say, Lauren? Do you want me to tell you that the mere mention of his name in connection to yours drives me insane? Because it does. I know you were with him. I know you shared yourself with him in a way I wished had never happened. It tears me apart. I want to smother you. I want to cover you in me until there is nothing of him left. I want to make love to you until you forget he ever existed.”

“There is nothing of him left.” I stepped in front of him. “I want you, Tyler. I am with you.”

He moved forward, his body undeniably close, but his hands remained clenched at his sides. “Prove it. Prove you want me as much as I want you. Prove to me that it would drive you insane if you had to hear about another woman that I had been inside.”

As if by instinct, my hand raised as though I were about to slap him, but I stopped with it trembling in the air. “Don’t you dare talk about being inside another woman,” I hissed, surprising myself with the vehemence in my words.

He caught my hand, his fingers digging into my wrist painfully. “Prove it,” he said again, and let go.

Instead of anger, his challenge ignited desire and I pushed until his body collided with the wall and tore at his shirt, not caring when the buttons popped and fell to the ground. My hands on his chest trapped him against the wall and I lifted myself to the tip of my toes so I could press my mouth against his hungrily, desperately. He opened easily and let me devour him, and I grazed my teeth over his bottom lip, sliding my tongue into his mouth. All the while his heart beat dangerously under my hands. The aggression of my desire excited me and I trailed my lips downwards over his jawline, and then back up his neck so I could nip on his earlobe, eliciting a sharp breath of air hissed between his teeth. My mouth fell to his collarbone, his chest, his stomach as I made my way down his body, fumbling with the buttons of his jeans urgently until they fell away. He watched intently as I slid his boxers over his hips and let them fall to the floor. His erection almost pulsated with desire, but, although I longed to, I did not touch. I dropped to my knees, staring up at him so he could see the lust in my eyes. Starting at the base, I ran my tongue slowly along the length of him, watching in amazement as his erection grew even harder. I ran my tongue up and down, over and around, relishing the sounds he uttered. Then, when I thought he couldn’t stand the teasing anymore, I took him in my mouth, slowly taking as much of him as I could before I gagged. I reeled back, gasping for air, before taking him again and sucking. Moisture pooled between my thighs. My body trembled as he wound his hands into my hair, pulling it from my scalp in delicious pain.

After taking all of him that I could into my mouth, I froze and lifted my eyes up his body, coming to rest on his steel eyes burning with desire. His hands tightened their grip and he urged me forward. I relaxed my throat and closed my eyes as he fed himself into my mouth until I could take no more. I pushed against his thighs. He spilled from my mouth and I gasped for air once again.

Tyler ran his thumb over my bottom lip roughly. “Open,” he said, his voice like gravel.

Obediently I did what he said, the moisture now trickling between my legs. He twisted my hair into a knot at the top of my head and used the leverage to rock me back and forth, my mouth sliding over his hardness. The intensity throbbing between my legs was almost unbearable. I needed to feel him inside. I needed his hardness. I needed him.

As if able to read my mind, Tyler pulled my head back, tugging on my hair until I looked up at him, and then he was on the ground with me, over me, pulling my dress off, tearing at my underwear and lifting my legs to his shoulders. The sound that fell out of his mouth when he entered me was animalistic. It was one of satisfaction, desire, want and need.

He pushed inside so deeply I lost myself. Removing my legs from his shoulders, he allowed himself more access by bending my knees and pinning me down with his hands on the back of my thighs. He grunted with each thrust. Sweat beaded across his skin as he wrenched me across the carpet, my skin on fire with the friction even as his hands tried to hold me in place. It felt as though he was trying to crawl inside, plant himself as deeply as he could. My hair caught sharply under my head and I cried out as it snagged. Tyler withdrew himself, placing his mouth where his cock had just been. His hands moved under my rounded cheeks, tilting my pelvis towards his mouth as he sucked hungrily. There was nothing gentle about the way he touched me. Everything spoke of his need, his desperation. With his mouth on me, the desire to come rose quickly. Sensing my need, Tyler sat up and plunged inside.

Holding himself still, he lifted my legs to his shoulders once again, but this time, his hands wrapped around each foot and pulled them apart widely, pushing into me further. I cried out again as he towered over me, arms wide, shoulders rippling with muscles. He tipped his head back and I marvelled at his body, stretched and exposed. The way his chest rose and fell with each fervent breath. The undulating curves of his muscles. The fine trail of dark hair that highlighted the way down to his cock plunged inside me.

“Play with yourself,” he said. I was so close, just on the edge. “I want to feel you come.”

I didn’t need any further encouragement and barely touched myself before I cried out, overcome by the powerful sensations rippling through my core. I had to close my eyes against the intensity and, when I opened them again, Tyler was staring into my eyes, lips slightly parted, brow damp with sweat and creased with strain.

“I love the way you feel,” he whispered darkly. “The way you quiver and tremble.” He moved within me and I whimpered, attempting to pull my legs together, unsure if I could handle the steel-like hardness of him, but he held them open firmly. “Don’t,” he said when he felt my resistance.

Every part of me was done. My limbs had turned to jelly, my insides to a quivering mess.

He moved out and then slammed back with force, causing a grunt of air to escape my mouth. He repeated the action over and over, pulling out slowly, only to slam into me again with enough force that my skin burned against the carpet. The sensation was almost too much. I was tender and sore but the feeling of him so hard inside me created an effect that was hard to deny. The quivering need was mounting again, and Tyler was relentless.

I’m not sure how to describe the sounds that were coming from me. They were uncontrollable. Caught somewhere between desire and pain, they fell out of my mouth with each thrust.

“I want you to come for me again,” Tyler said.

I shook my head and mumbled out a no. It wasn’t possible. I was done. Tyler pulled my legs further apart, then released them, leaning forward to press a kiss to my neck, and my body responded. Desire mounted. Pleasure trembled.

“I can feel you tensing,” he whispered into my ear. “You’re close again, aren’t you?”

I didn’t know if the answer was yes or no. Tyler was everywhere and everything. He filled and surrounded me. His mouth found mine and I was surprised by the ardour with which I could return his kiss. His hands pressed to the carpet either side of my face and I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his hips.

“Fuck, Lauren,” he panted. “Why do you do this to me?” He started moving faster, thrusting in and out with urgency.

I dug my nails into his shoulder as I came again. My release triggered his and we cried out together, collapsing back to the floor when our bodies finally surrendered and relaxed.

Tyler rolled off me, his hand resting on his forehead and his chest rising and falling with exertion. He lay still, staring at the ceiling as I crawled over to him, laying my head on his chest until his breathing returned to normal. His hand brushed over my face, pulling away the hair that covered it.

“I don’t want this to end,” he said, and his voice rumbled in his chest. “I want to wake up to you every morning. I don’t like it that you’re this far away.” One finger twisted in my hair, wrapping the strand around and around. “Move in with me.”

Peta’s words rattled through my mind.

“Tyler,” I admonished gently. “It’s too soon.”

A line creased his brow. “Why?”

“My whole life is down here.”

He ran his fingers down my side and I shivered under his touch. “Not your whole life, I hope.”

I didn’t reply. Instead, I let silence overwhelm us again, the only sound being the steady thud of his heart. I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to leap at the chance to be with him more, but another part was scared of giving that much of myself. Again.

When Derek and I broke up, I realised my whole life revolved around him and with him gone, there was very little of me left. I didn’t want that to happen again, and with the way I felt about Tyler, I was worried he would swallow me whole.

Tyler took a deep breath and my head rose and fell with his chest. “You know you don’t have to prove anything, don’t you?”

I twisted to look at him.

“What I said before.” A smirk covered his face. “Before this.” His arm wrapped around my shoulder and squeezed me against his hard body. “You don’t have to prove anything. I was just caught up in the moment. Desperate for you. I’m the one with the problem. I chased you while you were with him. I’m the one who needs to prove something. I need to prove that it was worth it, worth putting you through all this.” His finger traced patterns on my bare shoulder. “I’m sorry for what Dad said. I know it’s my fault you have to hear things like that. I promise to make it up to you. I promise that one day this will all be behind us.”

I tilted my head and pressed a kiss to his chest. “I hope not all of this will be left behind. There are certain aspects of our current relationship I’m very fond of.”

From the corner of the room, Tyler’s phone rang from the pocket of his jeans. He stretched across the floor but couldn’t reach, so I lifted myself from where I lay sprawled across him.

“Don’t worry,” he said as he got to his feet. He leaned down and planted a kiss on my nose. “I’m not sure if that aspect will ever dull.” He winked. “The need is too strong.” By this time he had pulled his cell phone from the pocket of his pants. Glancing down at the screen, he scowled. “I’ve got to get this.”

He moved into the hallway, shrugging his shirt over his head, but leaving the bottom half naked. I leaned back against the wall and watched him. His body moved with agitation as he spoke. He paced the hall, only to stop periodically, no words coming out of his mouth. He glanced at me occasionally and moved further down the hall as the frustration in his voice rose. I wished I could take it all away from him. I wished that for just this one weekend his work, his father, everything that was keeping him from me would disappear.