Chapter Thirty-Seven
Ashley
When we arrived back at the house, it didn’t take me long to realize that, not only was I no longer the least bit tired, but I was also feeling extremely horny.
The teasing, along with the week of being so close to such a perfect, manly specimen without taking more than the occasional kiss from him, when all I really wanted to do was rip the remainder of his clothes off and have my way with him had really taken its toll.
Honestly, I had tried to be good. For two weeks we had hung out constantly, from the moment we woke up until the moment we went to bed and maintained what was basically a platonic relationship.
However, now, with the invitation that presented itself by the fact that neither one of our parents were home and we had the house to ourselves made me want to take advantage of him.
As much as I hated to admit it, Tyler was right. His lovemaking was the absolute best and even though I tried my best to stay away from it, I would think about the night we shared together constantly. And now, that was legitimately the only thing that kept popping up inside my mind.
Therefore, when we locked the doors and plopped ourselves in front of the television, without either of us turning it on, I looked over at him just to see if he was also staring at me.
He smiled at me and raised his eyebrows, but made no other advancement.
“So….” I said as I scooted toward him, knowing exactly what I was doing, but trying to make it seem as though I was doing it subconsciously.
“So…” he answered carefully, but did not make any attempt to move closer to me.
Was he trying to be respectful? I wondered, but did not dwell on it, considering I really, really wanted him. I smiled in a way that I intended to be suggestive, but I wasn’t sure if he got it, so I locked my eyes on his and made sure that our gaze explained everything that I was feeling.
It didn’t take long after that, for his eyes portrayed the question to the answer in my gaze.
It happened so quickly, I was never quite sure who even made the first move. It just seemed like suddenly, the two of us went from gazing to one another, sprawled out on opposite sides of the couch, to becoming wrapped in one another’s arms, interlocking our lips and wandering tongues with a passion that my body was aching to feel again.
I groaned behind Tyler’s hard-pressed, evoking mouth as I felt my already heated body begin to sizzle to an even higher temperature. Tyler pressed his hand firmly against my head and began directing me into a deeper, more fulfilling kiss.
My hands moved over his large, roping muscles, exploring every inch of him. I felt my hands ride easily over the mountainous terrain of his arms, before sliding back up, only to tumble down his washboard abs.
When I reached his basketball shorts, I slid my hand inside of the drawstring and wrapped my palm around his throbbing manhood.
We both knew that we didn’t have much time; my father and his mother could be back any moment and with heightening passion this intense, neither one of us wanted to risk having to stop before our explosion of love had reached its climax.
As I felt his large, warm member, it was now Tyler who groaned before he grasped my wrist and pushed my hand further down, so that I had no other choice but to take him into my hand more fully.
Feeling him against me, almost completely naked, made my own womanliness begin to heat up, tingle and moisten, but not before Tyler snaked his way up my bare stomach with now both of his hands and freed my breasts from the sports bra I was wearing.
With one quick motion, barely even taking time to unlock our lips from one another, Tyler tore my bra off of my body and moved his hands down so that they could relieve my lower body of my tight, form-fitting yoga pants.
Once I was completely naked, I giggled with excitement as I felt my senses heighten. I certainly didn’t want to get caught, but the fact that there was a far higher chance of being caught only added to the allure.
Instinctually, I covered my breasts, taking my hand off of his enlarged maleness, feeling a bit modest for the moment, while he discarded his shorts completely.
Yet, he did not allow me to be shy very long, for as soon as he was able, he moved back toward me, ravenously thrust my legs apart, and moved between them. He threw my hands out of the way so that he could begin to massage my breasts, as well as the upper half of my body.
I groaned with pleasure as the sensation coursed through me, but Tyler was quick to steal my voice with another long, delicious, exploratory kiss.
With every moment that passed we both became more savage. As he took in the taste of me with the sweet and sultry invasion of his tongue, plunging deep into my throat, my hands scoured over his heated, sweating body ravenously, trying to pull him closer to me from every possible angle.
The feel of his bare skin slapping up against my own as we moved caused the feeling of ecstasy that was gearing up inside of me to excel at a blossoming, almost overwhelming rate.
At one time, his hand moved up and even clasped my chin in his palm, turning my head so that he could ease himself deeper into my mouth.
I writhed with anticipation, but for the moment, he made me wait. I felt my body moan in protest, but he was consuming me too greatly for the sound to break past him into my ears. It was then that I realized he had taken full and complete control over me.
I supposed that I should have been scared or possibly leery, but I wanted him so badly, that I didn’t care. I knew that he wasn’t going to hurt me and therefore, I continued to ease myself closer to him and enjoyed every moment of him doing the rest for me.
Then, as his hands slid over my breasts and stopped to fondle my nipples, I felt a tingling sensation flow throughout my entire body, centered throughout my bosom. This feeling caused the rest of my senses to become all the more alert as I noticed an increase in moisture lubricating the apex of my legs, awaiting his aroused virile flesh and my pelvis thrusted towards him, jealous of the attention that my breasts were receiving.
Suddenly, the memory of his fiery brand was not enough to quench the thirst of my longing. I knew that I needed him inside of me, before it was too late and we lost the opportunity. To speed up the process, I threw my legs up and wrapped them eagerly around his middle, pulling my own sizzling furnace up so that it rubbed against him as our loins began to throb in love and longing as one beautiful intense entity of desire.
When I did this, he laughed and I felt the vibration of his voice deep within my throat, before he pulled his head back and repositioned himself so that he could easily claim me with a swift, driving, deep thrust of his swollen staff.
I called out from the force of the passion that consumed me, but had little time to recover before he began plunging his way into a hasty, yet satisfying motion.
Our lovemaking was quick and hard, almost to the point of being rough, but I loved every moment of it. In addition to the fact that we both felt as though we were in a hurry, because we could easily be discovered at any moment, there was also so much pent up sexual attraction and need inside of us both that we simply could not control ourselves from allowing our bodies and our instincts to take over.
The two of us wildly thrashed back and forth as our bare skin continued to slap against one another and the emotions inside of us grew into a sense of excitement that neither one of us could completely control.
By the time we were immersed in our own unique rhythm, we had completely forgotten about the possibility that anyone could walk in on us. In fact, in my mind, by the time we reached our climax, while my back bowed in order to feel him insert deeper and his hands grasped at my shoulders with a force that showcased the amount of emotion he was feeling, there really was no one else in the world besides Tyler and I.
The feel of his manliness completely filling me, along with the motion of our love, cleared my mind of everything and anything else. We were in a place that was all our own, where there was absolutely no one to bother us.
My brain felt a sense of clarity and excitement as I reached the pinnacle moment of our sex and I felt the rate of my breathing increase to an extraordinary level. I moaned and forced my body, which I knew would be overworked after we were finished, to keep the pace, in order to please myself, in addition to giving Tyler the pleasure that his own heightened breaths told me I was providing him.
My moans quickly turned into gasps, which eventually turned into an explosive scream, which I hoped to God no one heard. I tried to mute myself, but as I felt Tyler explode inside of me after a quickened pace, with his warm love lava oozing into every crevice that I had within me, I could not help the cry.
“Don’t stop…” I begged breathlessly in-between my wails of sexual victory and I saw Tyler sneer in a satisfied way before he began to return to my desired pace. After a few more skillful prods, my body began to quake, which led to a soul-shattering moment of euphoria.
I let out one more scream of passion before I felt my womanliness begin to convulse around him in a series of spasms which caused my whole body to shudder.
Once my body calmed a little, I felt my body convulse around his still wildly enlarged erection, while my hurried breath panted loudly in our ears.
I stared up at Tyler and giggled excitedly, while he smiled down at me and easily curled his hand around the frame of my face, before sweetly tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
It was then that I realized I was completely right about how exhausted I would be once the allure of our lust began to calm. My arms and legs suddenly felt as though they had acquired a host of invisible weights and were almost impossible to move. Yet, I felt completely content, as though I could fall asleep with Tyler next to me, right then and there.
However, the feeling of contentment didn’t last long. As soon as Tyler pulled out of me, we both froze, hearing a car door slam.
“Oh shit!” Tyler muttered.
“Is that the parents?” I demanded, popping my head up and looking outside at the car that had just pulled up in the driveway.
Confirming my own question, I parroted, “Oh shit!” and jumped to my feet, beginning the mad dash to get dressed again, even in the most basic way, so that no one would suspect anything.
All I could think as I pulled my soaking wet sports bra and yoga pants back onto my equally soaked body, hurrying to make it all appear normal before my dad and Tyler’s mother walked into the house and saw us there was, Thank God for workout clothes!