LAUREN

 

 

During the flight, I fidgeted with my headphones, trying to concentrate on the words of the audio book playing in my ears, but after pressing the button to skip back ten seconds at least five times in a row, I gave up, and rested my head against the seat, closing my eyes to the patchwork of green beneath me. It had been exactly eleven days since I had last seen him. Eleven days since his lips had been on mine. Eleven days for me to stress over what he wanted from me. Over what I wanted from him.

He told me he would meet me at the airport, so I walked cautiously, looking out for him as I weaved my way through the crowd of people waiting to collect their luggage. Tyler was leaning against a wall, phone in his hand, eyes glued to the screen, a deep red flower casually stuffed into his shirt pocket. I stopped for a moment and just watched him. His eyebrows were furrowed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as his jaw worked back and forth. He typed furiously.

I didn’t know how to approach him. Should I hug him? Kiss him? Did I walk up and shake his hand? And then he looked up and the most delicious smile broke over his features and I no longer had to figure out what I’d do because he did.

“Hey you,” he strolled up to me, took my face in his hands and planted a full and sensual kiss on my lips. My breath fled the moment our lips touched and returned violently when he broke away, still holding my cheeks between his palms.

“Here.” Plucking the flower from his shirt pocket, he held it out to me. “It’s all they had.” He looked down at the bag in my hand. I had only packed two. Most of my camera gear was in the pack with a few of my clothes. My toiletries were stuffed into my oversized handbag that Peta insisted I needed to upgrade.

“Is that it?” he asked.

I nodded, bringing the flower to my nose and inhaling its scent while Tyler took my pack, slinging it over his shoulder. “You didn’t bring a lot.”

I shrugged. “Figured I wouldn’t need much.”

Tyler took my hand, a smirk covering his face. “I like the way you think.”

Realisation dawned. “Oh! I didn’t mean it like that.” Colour crept up my cheeks.

“Like what?” he teased as we started walking towards the exit.

“Like, like—”

He leaned close, so his lips brushed against my ear. “Like you are going to spend all your time naked in my bed? Because that was what I was hoping you meant.”

I whacked his arm playfully. “Behave yourself, Tyler Thornton.”

“I can assure you I have no intention of behaving. I finally get you all to myself. There will be very little behaving going on.”

The lights of Tyler’s car flashed when he pressed the key and the boot popped open. He placed my pack carefully in the boot. “Jimmy told me you’d bite my head off if I wasn’t careful with your camera gear.”

Once inside the car and on the way to his loft, the awkwardness that I had been worried about earlier, descended over the car.

Tyler cleared his throat. “How was the flight?”

“Good.” I flashed him a smile. “Uneventful.”

“Just the way you want them.” Tyler laughed nervously and wiped one of his hands down his pants before wrapping it tightly around the steering wheel again.

“How’s the casino?” I asked.

“Coming along nicely. You’ll see big changes since last time you were up. Some of the inside décor is being installed on the lower levels.” Tyler cleared his throat. “I thought we could go back to Maria’s for dinner tomorrow night.”

“Sounds wonderful.”

“And on Saturday night, I’ve got to attend an art gallery opening. You don’t mind, do you? The opening exhibition is some photographer who’s supposed to be the next big thing in the art scene. Could be interesting for you.”

I smiled across at him, pressing my hands between my legs. “Sounds wonderful.” I had said it twice now.

We fell into silence. Tyler twisted his hands around the steering wheel. I think we were both grateful when the car filled with the sound of his phone ringing, even if the screen read in bold, ‘HE WHO MUST BE OBEYED’.

“You’re on speaker phone,” Tyler greeted his father.

“Well take me off it,” was Hamish’s reply.

Tyler’s voice was cold. “I’m driving.”

“Who’s listening?”

Tyler cleared his throat again and tilted his head from side to side as though trying to relieve an ache in his neck. “Lauren.”

“Call me later,” Hamish ordered and then the sound of the radio filled the car again.

Tyler smiled nervously. “He’s still a little sore from what went down at the investors’ party with Gabe.”

“So Billie said.”

“You called her?”

“She called me. I’m meeting her for lunch on Friday.”

“I’ve got meetings tomorrow so that works out well.”

By this stage, we had arrived at the building that housed his loft. Tyler parked the car under cover on the lowest level. The sound of the car doors closing echoed loudly around the space. He reached for my hand as the elevator travelled through the levels, clanking and groaning loudly.

“Jake home?” I asked as it jerked to a stop.

Tyler shook his head and pulled aside the heavy door. Everything was neat and tidy. Everything in its place. Black and white images dominated the large space.  The only thing that was different from last time was Jake’s bed was missing.

Tyler placed my bag on the floor as I wandered over to the fireplace. Flames licked up the chimney. A rug lay where Jake’s bed had been. Footsteps padded over the concrete floor and then his hands were on me, his mouth was on me and all the nervousness of before vanished.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” Tyler's lips urgently burned across my flesh until he pressed into the nape of my neck, breathing in deeply. “You smell of everything good.” He pressed against me, walking me backwards, mouth pressed into the tender, soft skin of my neck, heat burning between my legs until I was against the wall. I wound my hands into his hair, mussing up the slickness of it and fisting the strands between my fingers.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t do this.” Tyler toyed with the buttons of my shirt, plucking the seams apart and sliding it over my shoulders. “I promised myself I’d wait. We’d wait. I’d take you out to dinner.” His mouth found its way over my collarbone, down to the bulge of my breasts. “We’d talk. Do something, anything but tear your clothes off and dive into you, but I can’t.”

His hand reached behind as I arched my back away from the wall and he flicked the clasps of my bra apart in one swift movement. He pulled the straps over my shoulders as I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, frustrated that they suddenly seemed more difficult than they needed to be. As he took my breasts in his hands, waves of pleasure washed over me and I bit my lip in anticipation as I removed his shirt. Winding my hands back into his hair, I pulled him towards my chest. He took me hungrily, desperately, groans coming from him that only fed my desire. Falling to his knees, Tyler pressed his face into the soft flesh of my stomach. He wrapped his hands around my middle before letting them fall to grip the cheeks of my backside, massaging the backs of my thighs, urging me to open for him.

He was slow at first, teasing at what was to come. But as the pressure of his hands gripped my thighs, encouraging them apart, his head buried against me, his tongue working furiously at my sex. I gasped. My hands, no longer tugging at his hair, were flattened against the wall behind me.

Tyler paused for breath, steel eyes moving up my body until they met mine. “My god, you taste good,” he muttered before lowering his head again.

My chest heaved. My legs weakened. “Tyler,” I moaned.

His mumbled reply vibrated against me.

“Tyler,” I said again. “You need to stop before I come.”

Tyler moaned against me again and it was just about my undoing. He removed his tongue from my wetness and rocked back from his knees to his heels, his erection straining against his pants. Dark hunger flashed through his eyes as he stared at me exposed before him. His hands fell from my thighs and we locked eyes as he ran a single finger down my slit and inserted it. His cock twitched, and his eyes half closed as if in a trance as he drew in a breath.

“I need to be inside you.” He got to his feet, ripping his belt from his pants and then letting them fall to the floor. “Come,” he ordered and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom and laying me down on the large bed.

Crawling between my legs, he slid his way up my body until his lips met mine and we writhed together. He tasted of fire. Holding his weight above me, Tyler placed just enough of himself against my body to drive me wild. His erection pressed against my wetness, sliding over me, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through every inch. His lips were still glued to mine when he guided himself inside, breaking away enough so he could watch my expression as he filled me. He was slow. He was gentle. He pushed an inch at a time, pausing to pepper my neck with kisses as I arched against the mattress, both excited and scared to take him fully. 

“You’re so wet.” He pressed a kiss to my chest. “You’re so tight.” He took my nipple between his lips and swirled it about his mouth. His hands moved down my sides and hooked under my legs, opening me and pulling me further to him. I widened myself and Tyler surged inside, causing moans of satisfaction to slip from my lips. Lifting himself onto his elbows, he moved, pushing in and out, his thick hardness filling me with each thrust. I hooked my legs around his, both trapping him and pulling him closer. Tyler thrust harder. My skin gripped against the covers as he shoved me across the bed until my head knocked against the headboard. Tyler twisted his hand into my hair, shielding me from the headboard at the same time as the tightness of his grasp intensified the sensation of his body inside mine. His movements became more urgent and small gasps and moans filled the air as I began to lose control. It built slowly and extended out to every inch of my body. I ached for release. Balancing on the edge, caught between ecstasy and torment, Tyler fucked me mercilessly until I cried out, exploding into a million shards of satisfaction.

“Lauren,” he moaned, twisting his hand tighter into my hair. He moved faster and harder as I lay spent and undone beneath him, until he too cried out, the muscles of his body straining as he pulsed inside me.

Untangling himself from my body, Tyler rolled to the side but kept his head pressed to my chest, his ear pressed to the erratic thud of my heartbeat. The hotness from his breath danced over my nipples.

Threading my hand into his hair, I played with the dark strands. Tyler’s head tilted until his mouth found my flesh and he pressed a kiss against the side of my breast, causing it to ripple with the movement. Running his hand across my stomach, he rested it over my breast protectively as he let out a contented sigh. I squirmed beneath him, needing to freshen myself in the bathroom.

Tyler shook his head against me. “You’re not going anywhere. I’m not done with you yet.” He moved lazily against me until his mouth found my nipple. Adjusting his position, he slipped it into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the peak until it hardened in response. “See?” he said, the word muffled by my flesh. “You aren’t done with me either.”

I laughed and moved his head until it flopped down on the mattress and I was able to walk to the bathroom. “I’m pretty sure we can spend some time recovering.”

Tyler flopped onto his back and placed his hands behind his head. “Food?” he asked.

I shook my head and closed the bathroom door. After refreshing myself, I walked across the polished concrete floor and stood in front of the mirror. My body was shiny with sweat and smudged with red marks where Tyler had gripped onto me. My lips had that crushed look about them and my hair was mussed, strands falling around my face. My eyes were glazed as though I were drunk. I leaned closer to the mirror, studying the afterglow of sex with Tyler.

He knocked and I called out, giving him permission to enter. The door swung open slowly and Tyler walked in, still naked, and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, pressing a kiss into my shoulder.

“I hope you’re not considering getting dressed,” he pressed against me, swaying our reflections in the mirror. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

The desire to cover myself, my scars and my faults, rose as uncertainty. I swallowed as Tyler covered my breasts in his hands, the fullness spilling between his fingers.

“Look at you,” he said.

I laughed. It was weak. “I could probably do with there being a little less of me.”

Tyler stood back and slapped my backside, causing me to jump with surprise more than from pain. It was sharp but playful.

“I would never want there to be less of you.” He moved towards me and pressed against my back. Once again, his hands wrapped around to cover my breasts and his mouth moved to my neck.

I melted.

It was as though there was something in his touch that was my undoing. I couldn’t resist even if I wanted.

Tyler’s hardness pressed into my backside.

“Already?” I said, reaching behind to take him in my hands.

Tyler grinned wickedly into the mirror. “I told you I was desperate to see you. I need to work you out of my system, though I’m not sure if that’s entirely possible. But I do plan on fucking you at least twice more tonight. Maybe more.” His eyes closed as I stroked him. He sucked on my neck, delicious moans falling between his kisses. One of his hands drifted down and over my belly, his fingers slipping inside me as his moans intensified. As my head fell back onto his shoulder, my hands twisted behind my back, sliding up and down his rock-hard shaft.

Tyler’s hand roamed across my chest while the other dove between my thighs, slick with moisture. His hips ground against me as he moved a hand to my back, pushing me forward, bending me over the bathroom sink until my backside rose to meet him. He removed my hands from his cock and placed them on the edge of the sink before parting my cheeks so he could slide into me once again.

It was a different sensation this time. I had been introduced to his length, his girth, his hardness, but the intensity of our previous encounter added a tenderness that wasn’t there before. Tyler held onto my hips as he watched himself slide in and out in the reflection of the mirror. His breathing deepened and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes darkened. I felt every inch. He moved slowly and repeatedly until I clenched around him.

Then, he withdrew quickly, turning me around and pressing my backside against the counter. Propping me up until I was sitting, Tyler pried my legs open, dropping down until his mouth was on me. It didn’t take long, just a few masterful strokes of his tongue and I came, my fingernails leaving white marks on his shoulders.

Giving me little time to recover after coming down from the dizzying effects of my orgasm, Tyler turned me back around and, using the grip on my hips to pull me against him, our bodies met with a thud. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t stop. He rammed into me until he shuddered and released.