Chapter Seventeen
Summer had officially arrived and the temperature was at an all time high, as was her mood, which was probably the result of being sexually satisfied for the first time in her life. It was difficult to keep things platonic around Mia, but Tyson’s busy work schedule didn’t give them much time together during the week. She got in the habit of calling him at night after Mia fell asleep.
“I bet you’re all cozy under those covers right now, aren’t you?” he teased. “Are you wearing one of those cute, frilly, little negligee things?”
She looked down at her oversized, maternity shirt and snorted. “Sure.”
He laughed at her unconvincing lie. “Mmm, is it silky?”
She smirked. “Sure.”
“Oh, baby, it’s so sexy when you lie to me,” he teased. “It’s that Got Milk shirt isn’t it? Or is it the one that says Parkside High? That one does it for me in a bad way.”
“Oh, no,” she purred. “This one’s a very sexy old maternity shirt that says Under Construction with little bedazzled rhinestones. Some of the stones are even missing from going through the wash so many times.”
He made a guttural sound of absolute arousal. It was torture talking to him, knowing he was only two doors away, lying in his own bed. “I’m gonna break into your house tonight and peel that shirt right off you.”
“Don’t lie.”
He sighed. “I miss you. I’m seriously considering sneaking into your bed. Mia’s a sound sleeper, right?”
“No,” she laughed.
“What’s on the legs?”
Her mouth pulled into a smirk. “Nothing.”
“Panties or no panties?”
“Panties.”
“What color? Describe them to me.”
“They’re black. Cotton. Kind of old lady cut. Try to contain yourself.”
He chuckled. “We’re going to have to take you shopping. You’re way too young for granny panties.”
“I didn’t say they were granny panties. They’re more…middle-aged maiden.”
“Hot.” His breath echoed against the phone. “Do me a favor.”
“Mm-hm.”
“Slide those middle-aged maiden panties off that sexy ass of yours.”
She stilled, wondering if she could actually have a serious and sexy conversation with him on the phone. When they were joking around it was different.
“Did you do it?”
“Um…” Should she lie? He’d never know.
As if he could read her mind he said, “I’ll know if you’re lying, kitten, so be honest.”
Sighing, she shifted and slid the cotton underwear over her thighs and kicked them under the covers. “They’re off.” She heard movement on the other end. “Where are you?”
“On my couch, but I’m imagining myself right next to you.”
“Ty?”
“Mm-hm.”
“What—what are we doing?”
He cleared his throat and sounded like he was lying back. “We’re going to play a game.”
“A game?”
“Yup. It’s called Getting a Pussy Cat to Come. You ready, kitten?”
Her mind froze. She could touch herself, but she couldn’t bring herself to orgasm. “Um, I think you’re going to lose.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“No, I’m just saying…I can’t…It’s different for me when you’re not here with me.”
“You never touch yourself?”
“Of course I touch myself. I just don’t touch myself.”
“Are you opposed to touching yourself?”
“No, but I don’t think you’re going to get the results you’re looking for.”
“I’ll be the judge of that. Shut off the lights.”
She leaned over and turned off the lamp, submerging the room in darkness. “Okay.”
“Good. I want you to imagine me there with you. I’m right beside you, under the covers, very close. Are you imagining it?”
“Yes.” This was weird.
“Think of my lips kissing your lips, softly, and trailing down your jaw to your ear. Can you feel me kissing you? You have a very sexy neck. I love how sensitive you are right where your pulse beats. Imagine me licking you there, nice and slow. Do you feel me?”
Her legs shifted under the blanket as her fingers trailed over her throat. Pressure built as she shut her eyes and imagined everything he described. An ache spread from her lower body to her breasts.
“I’m going to nibble a trail down to your shoulder and spend some time where I left that little mark there. You still have my love bite?”
She smiled. It was her first hickey. “Yes. I had to change my shirt this morning so no one would see it at work.”
“You afraid other guys might know you’re taken? Because I’m kind of liking the idea.”
“There are no other guys. I covered it, because I didn’t want my boss to see it.”
“Ah, the infamous Dr. Stevens—my competition.”
She laughed, recalling how he’d originally thought she lived with her landlord and boss.
“Okay, back to business,” he said. “So I’m nibbling, nice and slow down your neck and over your shoulder.”
“Mm-hm.”
“My arm slides under your back and I pull you close, pull myself on top of you. Make sure your thighs are parted so I have a place to kneel.”
She slowly slid her knees apart, pretending the weight of the covers were actually his hard body.
“Take your hand and pretend it’s mine. I slowly lift your shirt up over your breasts—ohh, that free under construction shirt turns me on. I trail my fingers between your breasts, slow and teasing. Your nipples tighten, but I don’t touch them. I just keep teasing the swell of your breasts and the valley in between. Are you touching yourself?”
She sighed. “Mm-hm.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” she drowsily answered.
“Don’t touch those nipples, kitten. Not yet. I slide my hand down your soft belly. Over and over, I touch you, drawing pictures on your skin, building your desire. Do you feel my breath on your skin?”
Her spine stretched. It was becoming harder to answer as her fingers trailed over her stomach and back to her breasts. Her bottom dug into the bedding. She needed more.
“Take your little pinkie and touch the tip of your right nipple. That’s my tongue teasing you.”
She moaned.
“Aw, see, you make sounds like that and my restraint goes right out the window. Pinch your titties, kitten. Feel my mouth sucking, biting, and licking over the tips?”
Small noises formed in her throat. She wedged the phone between her shoulder and her ear so she could use both hands. Pinching and pulling, she played with various levels of tightness.
He groaned. “Now my hand’s sliding between your legs. I tease the soft curls over your pussy and your legs open a little wider. Do you feel me teasing you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes,” she breathed as her fingers gently brushed over her dewy curls.
“God, you get me so hard, Kat.” Over his breathing she thought she heard the sound of his zipper coming down. He exhaled a long, slow sigh. “If I were there right now, you know what I’d be doing, kitten?”
“Hmm?”
“I’d be licking up all that sweet, sweet cream. Do you feel my tongue tracing over your wet slit? I’d tease you nice and slow at first, get you shaking and begging. I’d come real close to your pretty pink clit, just like I did with those pretty pink nipples, but I wouldn’t touch.”
“Tyson…”
“I’m here, baby. My tongues teasing you with soft little licks as I finally run it over your clit.”
She brushed the tight little bud and nearly shot off the bed.
“Don’t stop. I’m relentless. Licking and sucking, flicking that little pearl with my tongue. Then, I slide a finger in deep, pumping it into your tight little pussy while my mouth works your clit.”
She moved both hands between her legs. Her finger curled and slipped into her sex. Hot, wet, arousal coated her to the knuckle. She couldn’t reach deep, but her touch still brought relief as her fingers rubbed her clit.
“Fuck. I’m so hard I gotta have you. You feel my big cock pressing at your opening? Stretching you? I can imagine your pussy gripping me.”
She finally understood the draw of adult toys, wishing she had one. Her fingers pumped and she moaned.
“That’s it, kitten. So close. I’m fucking you, rubbing your clit, and you’re squeezing my dick so tight. Feel me swelling inside you. I’m so close to coming, but I’m waiting for you. Are you close, baby?”
Her body drew tight as a bow, leg muscles locking. Her stomach tightened and her neck extended. “Ohmygod…”
He moaned and breathed into the phone as it slipped away from her ear. Tiny sparks of pleasure lit along her spine as she came undone under her own hand. Minutes passed as she stared into the darkness, trembling, as she slowly came back to herself. She found the phone under her pillow. “Ty?”
“Open the door.”
“What?” Her eyes widened as she quickly sat up.
“Open the door, Kat.”
Body still trembling, she fumbled through the dark and tiptoed to the front door. The deadbolt clicked and he was on her before she even saw him. His mouth crashed over hers and she was suddenly backed up against a wall.
“So fucking hot,” he whispered as he ravaged her mouth.
Her hands held on to his head, needing him in that moment apparently as much as he needed her.
“Show me the fingers you used.”
She raised the fingers of her right hand and blushed. Nostrils flaring, he sucked them into his mouth and her sex pulsed.
“Fuck, Kat. You make me crazy. I got a situation in my pants I haven’t had since I was a teenager. And yet, I still want to fuck you right here against your fridge.”
She wanted the same, but they couldn’t. Not with Mia in the house. “This is so hard,” she whined. “Maybe I can get Jade to take Mia tomorrow night.”
His shoulders sagged. “That’s not going to work for me. I have to stay out of town tomorrow night for a job. How about Saturday?”
“Jade has a date.”
“So Sunday when your mom takes Mia?”
“I’ll go crazy by then.” She groaned. “What’ve you done to me?”
“Me? How about you? I’m the one who needs to go home and shower.”
She laughed.
“I want you,” he whispered.
Her forehead pressed to his chest as she sighed, the sexual tension an unresolved torture she’d have to tolerate for some time. “I want you too.”
Tyson looked at her with dark, searing eyes as Mia detailed her aspirations to be a princess. According to her daughter, she was quite qualified. Kat glanced at the clock.
Distracted, Mia wandered into the living room and Tyson’s fingers brushed hers. “How long until she’s asleep.”
“Two hours.”
He released a slow breath. “How about I come back then?”
She nodded. Having him there and not being able to touch him was brutal.
His lips briefly brushed her temple as he stood. “Two hours.”
One hour and fifty-nine minutes later, Tyson returned bearing two Long Island iced teas. They sat on the front porch while Mia safely slept in her bed. Fireflies hovered low over the lawn like fallen stars as they talked.
The simplest touch had her tensing with need. She never experienced this degree of wanting. She wanted to rub her cheek on him, sniff his neck, and press her body against his for the simple pleasure of it. She wanted him naked and on her in every sense of the word, wanted to feel him everywhere, pushing, pulling, taking, and not stopping until they were both sated.
The hour passed at a slugs pace. Every few minutes she released a deep breath, needing to let out some of the building pressure. Maybe she should just invite him in. That wouldn’t work. Not only did she have to worry about Mia, her mother would be there bright and early the following morning.
His thoughts seemed to be running over the same issues. “What time’s your mom come tomorrow?”
“Nine.”
He groaned, finished his drink in one long gulp. Her glass had been empty for a while. “I miss you,” he said, staring into her eyes and running the backs of his knuckles over her fingers.
“I miss you too.”
With a resigned smile, he stood and collected their glasses. “I’ll be here at nine oh one.”
His mouth brushed hers, fueling the fire smoldering inside of her. She needed something more.
His lips slanted over hers and she stood, lacing her arms around his neck. The heat from his body burned through the thin layer of clothing separating them. She gripped his shoulders and practically climbed up his front.
He chuckled. “Easy, kitten. Tomorrow.”
“I want you now,” she pouted.
“I can stay.”
She sighed. “No. We’re better off waiting.”
“Mmm. It does make the heart go fonder.”
“Fonder-shmonder. My panties are going to burst into flames.”
He quirked a brow and shifted the glasses into one arm, his hand sliding to the damp crotch of her pants. “These panties?”
Shutting her eyes she groaned.
“You’re wet. I can feel it.”
Lips parted, she glared at him. “I’ve never felt like this before. I’m turning into some sort of deviant.”
His hand pulled away as he chuckled. “I’ll take care of you tomorrow, baby. I promise. Try to get some sleep.”
She sighed. “Yeah right.”
He smirked and turned. “Good night, kitten.”
“I hate you,” she called as he crossed the yard.
“Do not!” he called back.
She pursed her lips. He was right of course.
The following morning, as soon as Vivian left with Mia, Kat went inside to do the dishes from breakfast. As she rinsed the last cereal bowl Tyson knocked on the front door and let himself in. A bolt of anticipation knifed through her, sharp and heated.
Creeping behind her at the sink, he slid his hands under her shirt and over her bra. Warm breath tickled her neck as he placed a teasing kiss at her nape. “Finally,” he whispered.
Her nipples hardened as he gently pinched the pebbled tips, her body heating like a brushfire in a drought. Turning in his arms, their lips found each other’s in a rush as she wrapped her damp hands around his neck.
Squeezing her ass, he lifted as her legs wrapped around his hips. A giggle of excitement raced through her as he moved them toward the bedroom. “This has been the longest damn week of my life.” He kicked the door closed and tossed her on the bed. “Clothes. Off. Now.”
Stripping away her clothing with frantic pulls and tugs, she squirmed as his body fell over hers, his mouth chasing every exposed inch of flesh with starved intent. Her hands yanked away his shirt as he shucked his jeans. Tangled limbs twisted as laughter interrupted their frenzied kisses.
“This is insane.” She rolled with him, arching as he stretched and licked up her side.
“This is what you do to me.” The soft tear of foil sounded, her only warning before her thighs were nudged apart to accommodate his broad hips. She was so wet he slid in without resistance and cursed. “Fuck, kitten, you’re soaked.”
Lifting her hips she met his thrusts as they quickly gave in to their rushed need. “I barely slept last night. This is all I’ve been able to think about.”
Hips snapping forward, he drilled into her. “God, me too. It’s gonna be quick.”
Quick was fine. She was desperate for relief. Her body stretched as the sense of fullness stretched her. Reflexively, her fingers dug into his muscled back as he buried her in the bedding with each hard thrust. Her body quaked as he shuttered and sweet relief came in a fast wave, dulling the edge of need so potent it was nearly frightening.
Their bodies collapsed together, tension giving way to ecstasy. He rolled them to their sides, his heart thundering under her ear as her legs slipped from his and they panted. “Seeing you only one day a week is not nearly enough,” he gasped.
“I have a half day on Thursday for Fourth of July. Maybe I could ask Mrs. Bradshaw to keep Mia until the normal time and I can come see your construction site.”
His hand glided over her shoulder, softly petting and holding her close. “That’d be nice. I wanted to talk to you about The Fourth. I’m having a picnic. Nothing big, just family, but I wanted you and Mia to come. You can invite Jade too if you’d like.”
Leaning up on an elbow, her trance was broken as she weighed the sincerity in his eyes. “You want me to meet your family?”
“Of course I want you to meet my family. I told you, you’re my girl.”
A tight smile teased her lips. “I never met a boyfriend’s family before.” Giddiness quickly transcended into concern. “What should I wear?”
“A turban,” he joked.
Gently shoving his face into the pillow with her palm, she laughed. “I’m serious. I want to make a good impression.”
“Wear your normal clothes, Kat. It’s a picnic, nothing fancy.”
“Should I make something? Oh my gosh, this is so exciting! Will there be music and little checkered tablecloths?”
“If you want to bring something, you can, but you don’t have to.” His head twisted as he studied her. “Haven’t you ever been to a backyard barbecue before?”
“My parents aren’t really the grilling type. When I was a kid, I went with Jade’s family to a pool party. Other than burgers and stuff, what do people normally eat at picnics? I want to make something really, really great.”
“Huh, well, my sister will probably make fried chicken and my mom will probably bring baked macaroni and cheese. So whatever you feel like bringing, go ahead, but babe, you don’t need to impress anyone. They’ll love you no matter what. Trust me. Don’t stress yourself out.”
Finger tapping on her chin, she considered her cookbooks. “Maybe a dessert. Can we go to the library before we hit the market today? I want to go online and look up some recipes.”
“Just use my phone.”
“Where is it?” She really should save up for a smart phone since she couldn’t afford a computer.
He kissed her and pulled her back down on his chest. “Later. I’m not done with you yet.”
Sighing, she snuggled into his side. They had all day. Still, she was distracted. “I’m going to make something delicious.”
His fingers slowly traced over her breasts as he let out a contented sigh. “I’m sure you are.”
How had she never experienced something as basic as a backyard barbecue? He and Kat really did come from different backgrounds. Her excitement touched him. He’d throw barbecues every week if they made her this happy.
Their age difference didn’t bother him anymore. On the contrary, it made him feel younger. He’d been so convinced thirty-six was the beginning of the end, but since meeting her he felt like his life had been given a fresh start.
As they lay in a twisted knot of covers and limbs, he considered how happy he’d been this past week. Sure, it was agony, waiting to get his hands on her, but it was more than that. It was moments like this, simply resting beside her, knowing he had the freedom to hold and touch her, breathe her in.
He couldn’t remember ever laughing so much with a woman. At the end of the day his face was sometimes sore from smiling. He liked catching glimpses of her in the morning and after work. Loved talking to her before he went to sleep each night.
Running his fingers through her downy hair, he smiled. He could tell her mind was working overtime, considering what dish to prepare for the little get-together. She was such a contradiction, wild one minute and a conservative picture of domesticity the next. He liked that other people didn’t easily see that frisky side of her. He wasn’t sure where their relationship was heading, but he knew, without a doubt, he didn’t want to let her go. Speaking of which—he rolled her to her back. “Okay, that’s enough time spent thinking about desserts. I want mine.” She laughed and he kissed his way straight to ambrosia.