Chapter Seven
Is it weird that I want a guy to eat lunch with me? To want to spend time with me every single moment of every single day? Would it really be that difficult to find a love that shines above all others, so they pale in comparison?
Am I asking too much?
Tyler had noticed the tones within her book went from deeply erotic to lonely, and it was those times he felt closest to her. All this time, he thought she’d been oblivious to her surroundings, and yet, she hadn’t. In fact, she was just as attuned to everything as he was.
He whistled while he carried their lunch, smiling as he passed people on the street, heading toward the library.
It had been over a week and a half since he took her home, and each day, he’d made an appearance into her life. He hoped that his constant presence was getting her used to him, and not annoying her.
Walking up to the counter, he spotted Jackie, one of the women she worked with, and a huge supporter of him. She’d pulled him aside, and asked his intentions. He’d been completely clear with her.
He wanted to make Eliza his wife and for them to have lots of sex and loads of babies. His parents wanted to be grandparents one day, and with them already being much older, he had a great deal of wooing to do before he could give them and himself what he most wanted. Well, he wanted Eliza more.
“Hello, Jackie, you’re looking dazzling today. How did your husband let you out of the house?”
“Quite easily, and he’s always here to keep my admirers out of the way. Be careful, Tyler.” She winked at him and chuckled.
“Where’s my girl? She hiding from me again?”
“Nope, she’s just putting some books back in the history section. We rarely get anyone taking books out there. I have to go and give it a dust every once in a while.”
“I’m going to go and say hi.” He gave her a smile, but Jackie was already dealing with another customer.
This was the most he’d ever visited the library before. Eliza was here most days of the week until late, and he knew this was her dream job with her love of books.
Tyler found her reaching up to move something on a shelf, only to cough as some dust blew into the air.
“Be careful there,” he said, moving up behind her.
He grabbed the book and placed it on her little carrier, or whatever it was called.
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close, kissing her neck.
“Tyler, what are you doing here?” she asked.
“It’s lunchtime, and rather than eat by myself, I thought it would be nice for us to share a bite to eat together. You do eat, don’t you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course I do.” She pointed at her stomach, stepping away from him.
“Don’t start talking about your weight. It’s boring. You’re perfect the way you are, and I don’t see what your problem is.”
“Men often don’t.”
He saw the smile in her eyes though, and knew he’d gotten through to her.
They were alone, in the section of the library that was rarely visited. Taking hold of her hands, he pinned them above her head, tilting her head back and slamming his lips down on hers as he had her trapped against the wall and his body.
As he licked a path across her lips, she gasped, opening up to him. He was starting to learn what made her more open to him, and he loved it.
Her responses drove him wild, and it made him want her even more. Deepening the kiss, he held both of her hands in one of his, as the other hand began to slide down her body, touching her tits, and moving southward to cup her pussy. She whimpered, and he swallowed down the sound.
“I want to fuck you,” he said, trailing kisses down to her ear. “Are you wet for me, Eliza?”
“Yes.”
“Good, I want you to stay that way because tonight, I’m going to take you, and take you hard. There will be no hiding from me. I want to see every single inch of you.”
“Excuse me, where’s the religious section?”
Eliza jerked out of his arms, and it took every single ounce of control for Tyler not to burst out laughing at how mortified she looked.
It wasn’t funny, he knew it wasn’t funny, but that didn’t stop him coughing as he hid his laughter. She pointed out the section to the customer, and Tyler followed her back to the main desk.
“I’m going to go and eat my lunch,” she said, talking to Jackie.
Jackie gave him a wink and thumbs-up.
Leaving the library, Eliza and Tyler found a quiet bench away from the building.
“You can’t keep doing that,” she said, rounding on him.
He held her food out. “Doing what?”
“Sneaking up, kissing me, taking control like that.”
“You like it.”
“That’s beside that point. It’s my job.”
“And my job is to keep you satisfied, and to feed you. Sit.”
She sat down and took her lunch from him. Her stomach growled, and he didn’t say a word, even though he felt rather smug as he unwrapped his sandwich.
“You know this is completely strange,” she said.
“What is?”
“Up until recently, I thought you didn’t know I existed. We’ve barely said more than a couple of words together, and now we’ve…”
“Fucked. Have you ever thought that I didn’t know how to approach you? You’ve always got your head in a book, and let’s face it, I heard about your disasters when it came to dates. Not only do I now have you in my bed, you’re looking at my face. You’re also talking to me. I consider that a win.” He took her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “I like you, Eliza. I’ve always liked you, and I finally got the courage to take it to the next step.”
“The next step is usually a date.”
“Exactly. I’d have had no hope.” He made her laugh again.
The last thing he wanted to do was spill the secrets of her diary as it was the thing that finally brought them together.
****
This was the first time she’d invited him back to her place. Eliza stepped out of the way, giving him plenty of room to enter. He’d been waiting for her as she finished, standing there with Jackie’s husband.
Part of her was scared with how fast she was falling for this man. He was … completely different, and with it, so refreshing and new. He made her want things she thought were never going to happen to her.
Not only had he taken her virginity, but he’d also been breaking down all of her barriers that she put up for everyone else.
“So this is your place?”
“Yep, it’s not as beautiful as yours, but it’s home.”
“Babe, home is what we make it.” He waited as she locked her door and flicked on the light.
Brushing past him, she began to show him her small place.
After the very brief tour, which consisted of her sitting room along with the eat-in kitchen, the next part was upstairs, but he carried food with him, and they were both hungry.
While he took out the food cartons, she grabbed a couple of plates and placed them on the counter.
The aroma of the Chinese food was amazing, and it made her mouth water.
Once the food was served up, they took their plates to the couch, along with a glass of wine. Even though they were only dealing with their dinner, she felt the tension rising in the room. His promise in the library came back to haunt her as she thought of all the things he could do to her.
Taking a sip of her wine, she placed it on the small coffee table before picking up her chopsticks to enjoy the food.
“Who helped you move in?” he asked.
“My dad. He told me that he felt it was time that I found my independence, and he didn’t want me to keep worrying about him. I think, to be honest, he just wanted the place to himself. He may even be dating.” She loved her father, and he’d not brought home a horrid stepmother type that made her life a misery.
He didn’t say anything about a girlfriend, but he seemed happier than he had in days.
“I’d like to meet your dad one day,” Tyler said.
This made her pause.
Meeting parents was still a big deal.
She knew Tyler’s were away on a cruise as he’d already told her.
“Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
“The sooner the better. He needs to know I’m serious about his daughter.”
“And are you?” she asked. She shook her head. “Forget I asked that.”
She made to get up, to end the uncomfortable conversation, but he wouldn’t let her. His arm across her chest stopped her.
Tyler took her food and placed it on the coffee table.
Then she followed him as he tugged her over him, so that she straddled his lap.
“Now, that is so much better.”
His hands grabbed her ass and squeezed her cheeks, drawing her down.
Even wearing jeans, she felt the hardness of his erection pressing close against her. “Do you see what you do to me, baby? I want to fuck you so hard all the time. All I have to think about is you, and I’m stiff as a rock.” His hands moved to her hips, sliding beneath her shirt.
He didn’t stop there, and began to lift it up over her head.
She’d worn the red lace, not only because she loved it, but with how sexy she felt, she wanted Tyler to see it.
He groaned. “Now that is a sexy as fuck sight.” He fingered the strap of her bra, following the path, to trace down the lace.
He fingered one nipple, then the other before cupping her tits. He pressed them together before kissing her cleavage. “So pretty.”
With a quick flick of his wrist, the bra was gone.
Tyler held up her tits like an offering. “I don’t mind if I do.” He took a nipple into his mouth, while teasing the other with his thumb.
She closed her eyes, feeling the tightness in her pussy, and she was desperate for him, wanting to feel every single part of him.
His cock seemed to pulse against her. He moved to her other nipple, and she moaned, grinding down on his lap.
“This will not do.”
He moved her off his lap, and she stood, somewhat dazed, and watched as he quickly removed his clothes, kicking off his boots in the process.
He dealt with her jeans quickly, shoving them to the floor, before grabbing her hips, and pulling her back into place on his lap.
This time, they were both naked, and he ran his hands all over her body.
She didn’t fight him.
She didn’t want to.
Reaching down, she gripped his cock, running her finger across the pre-cum spilling out of the tip. He released a hiss, but didn’t ask her to stop.
“I want you in my mouth,” she said, feeling bold.
“Then take me.”
She climbed off his lap, kneeling on her floor. Working him from the base up to the tip, she pulled his foreskin back, and she saw his pre-cum spilling out. Sliding her tongue across the tip, she tasted his salty cream before taking the entirety of his tip into her mouth.
They both moaned, and he sank his fingers into her hair as he thrust up.
She took him to the back of her throat before pulling up.
Guiding her, he showed her exactly what he liked, and what to do.
She loved him as her tutor, and didn’t want him to stop.
“Fuck, baby, that feels good.”
Eliza wanted to drive him wild, to take him to the next level of pleasure, and have him gasping, begging for more.
“Shit, Eliza, I’m going to come.”
She didn’t want to stop.
He’d brought her to orgasm with his mouth, and she wanted to experience the same kind of pleasure with their roles reversed.
His cock jerked, and she swallowed him down, drinking up his cum.