MY DRESS WAS UP AROUND my waist, the lower half of my body open and exposed. It was carnal and wanton, but still I couldn’t bring myself to stop Tyler. I couldn’t get enough of his touch. My breath was as uneven as his as we both watched his hand stroke between my legs, prolonging the pleasure he’d given with his mouth. My body sizzled. Throbbing against his fingers, I remained swollen and hot, the aftershocks of my orgasm still pulsating. Though the emotions that surged from my climax had waned, my focus had moved on to anticipation of what was to come.
He turned my head toward him so our eyes met, making my heart beat faster. The desire for me had hardened his facial features. He was handsome to behold, and I got that spark whenever I had his attention. His deep brown eyes were dark as they bore into mine.
“I want you ready for me,” he explained, making clear his intent.
This was not a lesson. The two of us would be together for my first time, and I would be with Tyler in a way I’d only dreamed of. He was going to be inside of me.
I shivered and he rubbed my back. “Whatever you want or need, you only have to ask.”
“I want to be with you,” I said in soft assurance. He was gentle as he moved me to straddle his lap. Closing my eyes, I laid my head on his chest as he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom.
The bed was soft underneath me when he laid me down on top of it. He took a seat next to me and reached for my heels before I could.
“I’ll do it.” He bent my leg and kissed my ankle, and I remained still, watching him take off my shoes.
He rose and lowered the blinds then turned on the inlaid lighting. I took a glance around. The bed had a nice white duvet set and pillows that matched the curtains. Most of the large room was sparse, with just what I’d call the essentials—bed, table, lamps—and an opening that must have led to a walk-in closet. An open door led to tile floor, which had to be his master bathroom. Nothing in it really looked like Tyler. “Where’s your stuff?”
He smiled and pulled off his jersey. “I let a decorator make it look pretty, but I haven’t decided if I want to live down here or move uptown where I spend most of my time.”
He spoke some more, but my attention got tangled up in watching him strip off his clothing. He took down his jeans along with his underwear and stood naked. He was completely unabashed and glorious in his form. His cock hung large and thick, and I wondered about the size of his penis, if it would be too big and hurt too much. Still, there wasn’t anything that would make me shy away from what was about to happen between us.
When he came back over to the bed, I sat up and reached for him. He let me trace his skin with the tips of my fingers.
“It must have hurt,” I said thickly.
“Nothing a kiss wouldn’t make better.”
I immediately peppered kisses all along his side, my hands running over the hard planes of his chest, stomach, and back, anything I could do to make him feel just how much I cared. He kissed me hard on the lips then took my hands and placed them back in my lap.
“You nervous?” he asked.
I licked my lips. “Yes, I am.”
He smiled and continued undressing me. He reached for the bottom of my dress and tugged it upward, leaving me in just my bra. I reached behind my back and undid the clasp then pulled it down my arms. His hands moved over to fondle my breasts, and they instantly reacted to his touch, hardening. Lowering his head, he sucked on one and then the other, a light tug of his mouth on my nipples. My hands stroked against his face and hair as I arched for more. Our gazes brushed against each other. He was so fixed on pleasing me, and my heart jumped into my throat.
“You relax, and I’ll try to make this good for you. I know it can hurt,” he said gently. “I can use a condom, I don’t mind. I always use them, but we are tested regularly for disease and drug use and my results are clean.”
“I believe you, and I’m on the pill,” I said, having gone on it to induce puberty. “Can we go without one, for my first time?” I wanted to feel all of him and have nothing between us.
He sighed. “If that’s what you want, I will.” He kissed me, running his hands over my body until I was at ease. He knelt between my legs on the bed and stroked my hot folds then pressed first one then two of his fingers inside of me. He pumped them, stretching my inner walls, all the time watching me.
I tensed, but more so out of fear than pain. Still, Tyler stopped. My heart swelled as I took in the worry in his expression. I was wet, but really tight. I didn’t want to do any harm to my body.
“Sweetheart, you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” I said huskily. “I can take more.” I was aching with need. I didn’t want him to stop, and he didn’t.
Instead, he instructed, “Lie back and open your legs wide for me.”
His weight came down on top of me and I could feel his erection throb between my thighs when he brought the head of his cock to my entrance. He went in slow, barely an inch, and I tensed for pain that didn’t come. Bringing his cock back out, he rubbed his shaft against my slick sex, using my arousal as a glide.
“Breathe,” he whispered.
I took in a deep breath as he entered me. This time, he went farther until he reached what felt like the end of me then rolled his hips back and penetrated even farther, breaching the barrier in a long deep thrust. He balanced most of his weight on his hands as he stilled inside me. Drops of sweat from his brow mixed in with what broke out across my body. My inner walls yielded to his slow pumps until his body was flat against the front of me, fully seated inside of me. It felt too tight, too much. I wanted him out, I wanted him to stay. I panted hard.
“You okay, sweetheart?” His voice was strained.
“Keep going,” I pleaded, not wanting him to stop.
He kissed me tenderly. “Move your legs higher,” he instructed, and he moved in farther when I did as he said. Our gazes connected and locked as he stilled and reached between us to rub on my clit. “You feel so good.”
I felt my inner walls clench around him, and he moaned loudly. He rubbed me until I relaxed and became wetter for him. He then started moving again. He drew back all the way to the head and slid back in, a sweet slow pace. I felt my body tighten, my breath sped up, and the friction of his movements sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. Tyler started moving faster and I tried to move with him. He angled his long, hard length to run against my upper wall, and a jolt of bliss rolled through me. He moved against it and reached between us to stroke my clit again.
His cock massaged a place inside me that was pure ecstasy. I was entranced by every thrust, my pleasure climbing higher, until I felt I was close to exploding.
“Ahh!” I cried out, blood roaring in my ears as my heart beat hard in my chest. My legs tightened around him. He moved faster, his fingers moving down to rub me until I spasmed around him while I cried out in climax. His cock plunged in deep, filling me up as he thrust harder.
“God, you feel so good,” he moaned. His was face ecstatic and I reveled in seeing I could evoke such pleasure in him. I kept his pace until he came, his cock pulsating deep within me, our bodies covered in sweat as he hugged me to him, kissing me wherever his lips reached.
“You are so beautiful. So, so perfect.” He eased out and onto his back, his breaths heavy, and I moved to place my head on his chest, my arm and leg across his body as he held me. After a while he asked, “Are you in pain?”
I shook my head, and then covered my face when he checked between my legs. The pain was nothing I couldn’t take. Truly, what I felt was complete bliss.
He kissed me then got up and I rolled over to watch him head to the bathroom. I heard the water running in the bath, and a few minutes later he came back carrying a glass of water and aspirin. I sat up and took them, warming under his thoughtful consideration.
“Just in case you ache,” he said with a wink. “Seriously, how are you feeling?”
A tremor worked through me as his hand continued to trail down to rest on my hip. “I’m fine.” Actually, I was surprisingly calm, happy. Sex with Tyler was everything I’d imagined and more. “I feel…great.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” He kissed my hip. “But are you bleeding?” He swept me up in his arms and I let out a yelp as he carried me over to the large claw-foot porcelain tub with copper fixtures surrounded by a slate and tile flooring. There was a small white chandelier in the ceiling, and it was so tranquil.
He moved behind me and let me rest against his chest. I could feel his cock, semi-hard on my lower back as he encircled me. I exhaled long and leaned back into his arms. If I could have, I would have remained right there all night, and in my cheery mood, I took the risk in telling him so.
“I wish you could too,” he said, his hands tightening around my waist as if the thought of me going had him moving to hold on to me. Butterflies exploded in my chest; I loved that he wanted me with him, but wasn’t sure how things would work.
“What about my change in work with the joint program?”
“We’ll need to be more careful for now,” he said. He wasn’t ready to stop seeing me and neither was I, though I didn’t want to imagine the consequences if we were caught.
“If we get caught, I don’t know what to do. I have never been in trouble before,” I admitted.
He lowered his brow and chewed on his lip, and my pulse sped up. “I have been in hot water plenty of times. I may be in trouble after the game today.” He told me about how he had been kicked out of the game. My stomach flip-flopped at the thought of making things bad for him.
“Then we really shouldn’t risk it,” I choked.
He cut me off with a kiss. When he broke away, he said, “I promise to be careful, but I can’t not see you.” My throat constricted; I felt the same way about him. He washed the both of us then dried me off, thoroughly spoiling me before moving us back into his bedroom. There I was, back on the bed, and he went about touching every part of my body with his eyes, mouth, and hands. He was memorizing me, and I went about doing the same to him. Deep down I knew he had everything, including a part of my heart, though I was careful enough not to tell him lest I scare him away.
Once again, the overwhelming desire for him rose, and he moved between my thighs, touching the tender flesh that heated under his touch. The more he touched, the more I wanted him.
“God, you’re so sexy.” He was hard again, and passion reignited within me.
I reached down and he let me stroke his hard shaft before he rubbed it against my clit then slowly pushed inside me again. My heart pounded as he lifted my hands over my head, trapping them at the wrists. He then worked his hips forward, burying himself in deep and easing back to thrust inside deeper. I moaned as he slowly, sensually thrust his cock in and out of me. My body was burning, enlivening as each thrust sent a burst of ecstasy spiraling through me, and I ascended higher, closer to climax. Tyler let out a curse as he moved faster until I couldn’t hold back. My body arched as I came. He clenched deep inside me as his orgasm followed mine. It was, as Tyler had said, perfect.
I clung to him and he moaned into me as we both struggled to catch our breaths. When he took me in his arms again, this time, I fell into a peaceful sleep.
A ringing sound woke me up in the dark. I fumbled around to find my phone and it was a message from Zoey apologizing for the date, but then I noticed the time: almost ten. I needed to go home. I shook Tyler awake. “I have to go.”
“Okay. I’ll get dressed and take you.” His phone rang out and he picked it up. “It’s Coach Frost. I have to take it.” He came around the bed and kissed my forehead before walking out of the room.
I went about putting on my clothing, my mind whirling through all we’d done together, the tenderness and care he had shown for my first time—and my second.
With a smile on my lips, I went downstairs to collect the rest of my things, stopping at a mirror to brush my hair and look at myself.
Did I appear different?
I always imagined there would be something I could see that had changed, but I didn’t see anything. When Tyler appeared and my mind filled with the memories of the sweet loving connection we had shared together, a flutter went through my stomach.
My heart swelled when his gaze fixed on me. It had to be more than lust and sex. It had to be love.
His eyes were heavy-lidded and he let out a long sigh.
“Did something happen?” I asked.
“I’ve been suspended—banned from playing three games and fined for violent conduct and poor sportsmanship during the game,” he said then lowered his head.
I frowned and went over to take his hands in mine. “But did he see how you were hurt? I mean, your back’s bruised. Surely they must take that into consideration before suspending you.”
“It’s the rules and I knew them before I pushed that asshole. I should have kept my cool.” He gave me a weak smile. “Only thing that’s got me a little worried is if Coach will let me play when I return.”
“I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do.” I wrapped my arms around him to hug him, which was all I could think to do.
He hugged me back, though he was the one to end our embrace. “You need to get home.”
“I should take a cab,” I replied.
He placed his hands on my hips. “I’m not some bastard who’s gonna send you away in a cab like what we did meant nothing.” His words had my heart swelling in my chest and my arms encircling him again.
“I’m happy you think that way, but with your suspension, the last thing you need is more problems with your team. What if the paparazzi are there? I’ll be there to demo at your practice with Christophe for the possible solo spots. We’ll see each other.”
He hugged me to him. He didn’t say anything else, though he knew I was right. Still, when the cab he called for me arrived, he was outside, opening up the door and seeing me inside with two quick kisses.
“We’ll talk soon. Call me if you need anything,” he said.
I kissed him. “I want you to know you have the same from me. Any time, Tyler.” Another kiss then he belted me in and closed the door. He was still on the street, staring after the car as we rode away. He was my light in the dark, and I was totally lost to him.