Chapter 9

Tyler

Her body began grinding into mine, and my cock instantly sprang to life. Our bodies melded together in ways they never did back in college. She grew these curves that fit into every nook and cranny of my body, and as my hands dropped to her hips, I felt a fire start at the tip of my toes. It was as if her entire body was wrapping around me, encompassing me in its warmth. And I, wanting to drink more of her in, was simply a bystander in the assault that was her beautiful, rounded ass.

Her hips ground into mine to the rhythm of the music, and I slipped my leg in between hers. My fingertips settled into the meat of her thighs as I matched her swirling movements. The bass of the music thumped my chest as I brushed my lips lightly upon her ear, and for a split second I could’ve sworn she leaned into my touch.

My breath.

My warmth.

The fog of the club swirled around our heads, and suddenly I was sucked back to college. She still smelled of the same vanilla cake body spray I’d had stuck in my nostrils for months after I moved to New York City. Her ass rounded back into my growing cock, throbbing against her as it begged to be free. But then, just as I went to press my lips onto the crook of her neck, she slid away from me.

I watched as she turned around, hooking those big doe eyes on me like she had so many times in college. Her bottom lip was red and swollen from biting down onto it, and I knew she could see my raging cock trying to burst from my pants. Her nipples were puckering through her shirt while her chest heaved for breath, and the only thing I could think about was fucking her in the bathroom of this club.

I imagined locking her in and pinning her against the wall, not bothering to take off her clothes as I fucked her stupid. I thought about her sliding to her knees before she took my dick in her mouth and down her throat. I pictured fucking her face while her tears ran the makeup she was wearing down her cheeks.

Most of all, I thought about what it would feel like to be inside her throbbing depths again.

I could tell she was thinking. As the beat and tone of the music shifted, I felt people slow down around us. I watched as she released her bottom lip from between her teeth, then I watched her eyes scan me up and down. I smirked when they stopped for a few seconds on my cock, and the flush that crept up her neck was all I needed to see.

I didn’t know what she was thinking, nor did I know what she was feeling.

All I knew was she was struggling like I was, and there was no reason for us to fight it any longer.

Stepping toward her, I slid my hand up her neck. I cupped her cheek, feeling her soft skin cradled in the palm of my hand, and before she could react, I pressed my lips to hers. I held my breath, seeing what she would do. Was she going to push me away? Was she going to cave? Was I about to get slapped?

The moment I felt her move her lips against mine, I fisted her hair. Her tongue swiped across my lips, and I was more than willing to give her what she wanted. Her hands wrapped around my back, pulling me close into her as I ground my throbbing cock against her body. She tasted like tequila and Coke, a combination that was new to me.

Foreign to me.

She was the same and completely new. A book reimagined as my hand came up to cup her other cheek. Her thin lips peppered their same dance against mine, but her tongue felt different against the insides of my cheek. I pulled her closer to me, trying to feel as much of her as I could. But, when she released my lips and found my eyes, she uttered the words I’d wanted to hear since I first saw her that night at dinner.

“I need you, Tyler.”

Without another word said, I took her hand and led her from the dance floor. We navigated through the crowd and bypassed Luke still sucking off Kelly’s face. We slammed through the girl’s bathroom door and locked it before finding a stall, and she was trying to pull my shirt up over my head as I shut the door.

I spun back around and dropped my hands to her ass. It felt just as tight and pert in the palms of my hands as I thought it would, and I grabbed onto its excess before my tongue rolled back between her lips. With her tits pressing into me, I walked her back into the bathroom wall, and she jumped at me, wrapping her legs around my body.

Our teeth clattered together as my hands roamed up her bare stomach. Her skin was warm and sticky from the club, and her sweat tasted like salted honey. My lips found her neck as my teeth grazed over her pulse point, making her moan in a way I’d never heard before. She kept rolling her hips into mine, drawing drops of precum that stained the front of my pants, but all I could think about was the way she tugged at my hair.

She pressed my face into her tits as my tongue flicked out over her bare skin. She panted and moaned, wiggling against the wall as my body took what it wanted. She covered my forehead and cheeks in kisses before she wrenched my face up, and our lips crashed together once again like two symbols in the middle of a concert.

My hand crept up her shirt and cupped her voluptuous breast in the palm of my hand. The excess spilled out from the sides, taunting every single part of my body, and I shoved her black crop top up to get better access. My teeth sunk into the excess of her tits, marking her as mine while her hands threaded themselves into my hair.

I was going to give her an experience she would never forget.

That was until a banging on the bathroom door happened.

“Tyler! The fuck are you doing with my sister!?”

“Shit,” Amber said.

My head whipped over to the door as I dropped Amber to her feet. She rearranged her clothing and fluffed out her hair as the banging continued. I shoved my hand down my pants to rearrange my dick, cursing the wet spot that had formed on my pants, and I cleared my throat before Amber put her finger against my lips.

“Don’t say anything,” I said.

“You go out there and tell him you don’t know where I am,” she said.

“The fuck kind of sense does that make? We’re in the women’s restroom,” I said.

“Tyler, damn it! Get your fucking hands off my sister!” Luke yelled.

“Fine, fine, fine. I’ll go out first, and I’ll text you when it’s safe. Stay the fuck here,” she said. “Did you leave any marks I can’t see?”

I scanned her body before I reached my fingers up to the top of her black shirt. I pulled it down dangerously low on her breast as my eyes danced over the place I sunk my teeth. I could see the raging red marks I’d left behind, shining with small pools of spit in them. My cock twitched at the sight, knowing damn good and well she’s wake up with a mark she’d never forget.

I leaned forward and kissed it before I repositioned her shirt.

“Nope,” I said, smirking.

“Good,” she said.

All at once, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed her lips against mine. I could feel how swollen they had gotten from our kissing, but her taking control was something completely new to me. Back in college, I was the initiator of everything—which I loved. I loved how willing she was to learn from me. How willing she was to discover out how to please me.

But the woman I had against my body—whose lips were devouring mine as our tongues danced like licks of fire—she was confident.

Sassy.

New.

And my balls curled into my body as I ground into her one last time.

“Fucking Tyler! I’m going to take this damn door down!” Luke exclaimed.

“I’ll text you when it’s safe,” Amber said against my lips.

Her hand traced down my body and wrapped around my aching cock before she gave it a little squeeze. I had to bite back a moan as my face fell to her shoulder, and I instinctively rolled my hips into her hand. She kissed the shell of my ear before she slipped from the bathroom stall, and my forehead fell against the cool metal as I heard her unlock and open the door.

“Amber, what the fuck? Where’s Tyler?” Luke asked.

“Hell if I know. That’s what happens when you ditch your friends to suck face with mine,” she said.

“Tyler!” Luke yelled.

“Are you seriously going into the women’s restroom like a creep? They’ll throw you out,” Amber said.

“So, you’re not in here fucking around with my best friend?” he asked.

“Even if I was, you’re fucking around with mine. What kind of double-standard is that?” she asked.

“Fucking Tyler,” Luke said.

“Where the hell is Kelly?” she asked.

And as the door of the bathroom closed with a thud, the only thing I could do was pant. The palm of her hand felt incredible against my cock, and I had to sit down on the toilet seat in order to gather myself. Running my fingers through my hair, I still felt her lips on mine. I could still feel the way her hips rolled expertly into mine, and the only thing I saw when I closed my eyes were those swollen lips wrapped around my dick.

It was going to be a long holiday season.