Miles for Love Series Box Set, page 99
“You have me.” he answers, taking my nipple in his mouth, sucking it, making my back arch. I’ve never been this needy with anyone before. My panties are soaked with desire, and I swear to God I can feel his cock pulsing against me.
“No, I want you in me…now.” I say, not recognizing my own voice. I grab his underwear and pull them down, hooking my toes in the waistband so I can get them all the way off.
His fingers loop around the elastic on my panties, and he pulls them down. We make quick work of pulling them completely off. The head is at my entrance when he pauses. “Hang on a sec.” he grunts, lifting off me. He goes down to find his pants and pulls his wallet out. Tucked inside is a lone condom. He tosses it on the bed and hovers back over me. I couldn’t help but look at his penis. It’s…fucking…beautiful.
Ripping the foil off, he slides it on him, and places his cock at my entrance again. “Where were we.” He says, his voice is salacious, and as sexy as hell. With one quick thrust, he’s inside, and I’m revelling in the fullness of him. Stretching, pulsing contracting…my body is drinking him up. As he starts moving, his eyes are locked on mine, and it’s so goddamn sexy I could die. The conviction in his eyes, the flame burning inside those baby blues is my undoing. “God, I’m so in love with you, baby.” He breathes.
“I love you, too.” I pant, feeling him deep inside me, as he takes my lips in his, and sweeps his tongue in and out, in the same rhythm as his pelvis thrusts into me. It’s so hot I dig my nails into his back. His lips leave mine only to tease my breasts, which is intense with his cock buried in me. The thrills I’m getting from all this attention is doing things to my body that haven’t been done in a long time. I’m a writhing, panting, moaning mess, and he’s eating it all up.
If I moan, he goes deeper, harder, and before I know it, I feel it. Too soon he’s bringing me to the edge, making my insides quake, making me tense up, bearing down for the ultimate climax. “Oh, no…not yet, baby.” He hisses, slowing. “I want you to savor this for a little while longer.”
“Mmm…” I mewl, half in agreement, half hungry for more.
Pulling himself up, he leans into me, and he’s as deep as possible, but he slides in and out, taking his time, making me feel every inch of him. His eyes close as I skate my hands down his flank, feeling every ripple on his belly, every muscle in his abdomen. And then he does something that drives me insane….
His thumb finds my clit, and he strokes it, circling it deliciously, making me crazy, driving me to the edge. “You’re cruel.” I groan.
“Is that good?” he breathes, eyes closed, back arched.
“Oh…yessss.” My back arches, and I almost can’t take it. I want to do things to him to drive him wild, too. “I want to ride you.” I moan in someone else’s voice. I’m a woman possessed. While we make love, I am not Ripley Baker, teacher, good girl extraordinaire. Tyler brings out the woman in me. The tiger. The temptress.
“That can be arranged.” He says softly, in a voice that sounds like it should be on a late-night nine-hundred number. He lowers himself on me, tucking his hands behind me, and in one fell swoop, he flips over, bringing me with him, without losing our intimate bond. “Ride ‘em, cowgirl.” He says in that sultry tone that I’m sure is reserved for the bedroom only.
His pelvis pushes up, and in the perfect spot to hit my clit. My body takes over, riding him in a rhythm with him, as he sucks my breasts from underneath me. Our skin slaps together softly in the quiet as we make love slowly, gradually picking up speed. Bending down, I kiss his nipples, and then give them a suck. “Oh…baby, you’re gonna take me down fast doing that much more.” He says in a soft grunt.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, teasingly, in between sucks.
“Mmm…depends on how fast you want this over, sweetheart.” He says between breaths. With that, he pulls me close, slowing me, giving me deep, passionate, hungry kisses. His hand is on my neck, bringing me nose-to-nose with him, like he wants to be as close as humanly possible to me. The kisses turn long and loving, tender but sensual, making my insides melt, yet making me feel so much love for him, I almost feel a lump in the back of my throat. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” he whispers against my lips, and then he kisses me softly, and stills, looking deep into my eyes. “I love you, Ripley.”
“I love you, too.” I whisper. His lips meet mine as he holds me close, flipping me over carefully, and he caresses my face in his hands, kissing me as he leans his body against me in such a way, with meaningful thrusts, hitting me right in the perfect spot. He absorbs my cries with kisses, only coming up for a second for air, nipping my lower lip, as he locks his pelvis on mine, driving into me as I feel the final rush of sensation build up. “Feel it, baby.” He whisper/pants between kisses, as he thrusts in and out of me.
My nails dig into him as my body locks, while the pleasure courses through me like lightning. His cock turns to steel as I climax, and he holds his breath, shuttering his eyes as he feels his release with me. His lips are still on mine as we are a breathy, grunting, vibrating beast while we come together. In the final aftershocks, his breathing is ragged on my lips, while my chest heaves. His head tucks into my neck as he takes a cleansing breath. “Jesus Christ, that was fantastic.” He says between breaths.
The skin on his back is beaded with sweat as I stroke him with my hands. Moments later, his lifts his head, glancing at me. With hooded eyes, he kisses me softly and slowly, and when he pulls back, he repeats those three special words in a whisper, while rubbing my nose with his.
“I love you, too, baby.” I reciprocate, speaking as softly as him.
We lay there for a few moments, basking in afterglow, stroking each other, when he gives my chest a final kiss and lifts to go take care of the condom. When he returns, he lays on his back, resting his head on his elbow, looking at me. “What?” I smile. The look on his face is inquisitive.
“I was just thinking…” he snuffles a laugh, biting his lower lip. “I can’t even say it.”
I roll over onto my stomach, and on top of him. “Tell me.”
“Promise you won’t get mad?” he asks, closing one eye. He’s so goddamn adorable.
“I promise.”
He chuckles once. “I was just thinking…I just slept with a teacher. I’ve never done that before.”
“And what’s more…you slept with your niece’s teacher.”
Another chuckle. “I’d completely forgotten about that. It makes it even naughtier.”
I laugh. “You’re so cute you kill me.”
“Cute?” he scrunches his face. “You call this cute?” he points at himself.
I nod, biting my lip. “Oh yeah…”
He lifts a brow. “Well, alright then.” He tucks a stray hair over my ear. “You’re pretty goddamn cute yourself, sweetheart.”
Smiling, I bend up and kiss his lips. “It’s amazing how me farting brought us together.” I can’t keep a straight face.
Neither can he.
We both start laughing, chuckling, looking at each other, and then he takes a deep breath. “Oh, babe, you are one of a kind.”
“And you just broke your cardinal rule.” I joke.
“What rule?” he asks, playing along.
“Not only did you just sleep with a teacher…but you also slept with a married woman.” I lift a brow.
He’s impressed. “I’m glad you’re paying attention.” He kisses my lips. “I’m a nasty boy and I deserve to be punished.” He grunts, stifling a laugh.
I laugh out loud. When I recover, I say. “So, I guess this negates your whole ‘I can’t stay over’ rule, too, huh.”
“I suppose it does.”
“So are you staying over?” I ask, my voice sultry.
“Yeah…but I need to do one thing first, baby.” He searches my face. His voice is low and husky.
“What do you need to do?”
“I need to make a run out for more condoms.”
I lift a brow. “I’ll keep your spot warm.”
Chapter 19
Tyler
After about fifty more kisses, and twenty more cuddles, I finally leave Ripley, knowing not only do I need to get more condoms, but I also need a change of clothes if I’m staying over. There is a whole box of condoms at home, too, unopened, that I bought when I was with Valerie, so I head home. And, oh joy, Grant’s truck is in the driveway. But Frankie’s car isn’t there. Grant has a way of seeing right through me, and he’s going to know the second that I get in the door, that things happened between Ripley and I. Don’t ask me how he does it. But he does it. Every stinking time…
First. I need a cover story. Why am I coming home to get a change of clothes? And second, why am I staying over? I’ll distract him with questions about Frankie. Why isn’t she here? Things like that. Yeah, that’ll work. All these items are running through my mind as I stand steps from the front door, fumbling through my keys, trying to find the one for the front door. When I hear Grant open the door with a blank look on his face, the first thing he says is. “I’ll be damned.”
My face scrunches. “What?”
His lips turn up into a smile. “You finally did it.”
Every. Stinking. Time.
“Did what? I’m looking for my key.”
Grant chuckles. “My truck is in the driveway, dickwad. Why would I lock the door at eight o’clock at night?” he pauses. “You and Ripley finally made it, did you.”
I let out the breath of air that I was holding as I walk in the house. “No sense lying to you.” I say, matter-of-factly.
“Nope.” He’s impressed with himself.
“Where’s Frankie?”
“Not here. And quit trying to change the subject.”
“I’m not changing the subject.” I lie.
“Yes you are.” He points out obnoxiously. “How come you came home?”
“To get clothes.”
“Your condoms are in the bathroom, man. I had to use one earlier.”
“You make me sick.”
“What? I ran out. I spotted you many times in the past, bro.”
I shudder, going up the stairs. Grant follows me.
“If you’re looking for details, forget it.” I say bluntly.
“You always wanted to make it with a teacher, man.” He teases.
“One more word out of you and you’ll be eating my fist.”
He ignores my warning. “Was she naughty like a schoolgirl, or all prim and proper?”
“I’m telling you, man. I’ll take you down.” I laugh without a trace of mirth.
He stops. He slaps me on the back as I go into my bedroom. “I know. I’m just kidding around.” He softens. “I get it. You love her.”
I look at him for a second, but I don’t agree or disagree.
“I broke it off with Frankie.” he says out of the blue.
“Yeah?” I’m surprised. “Wasn’t working out?”
He waves. “Na. It was just a fling. Nothing serious. I didn’t want her to get too attached, so I cut her loose.”
“Still have the fear, huh.”
He scoffs. “Please, like you didn’t just have the fear not, what, two, three months ago.”
I don’t deny it. But I let the comment go. “Frankie okay?”
“Yeah, she’s cool with it. She said that she wouldn’t make it weird when you and Ripley want to hang out. Frankie is pretty cool. She’s just…not for me.”
There’s something in his face. Something new. “Not for you, how.” I frame it as more of a statement.
He shrugs. “Dunno. She’s just…not.”
I get the feeling that he’s not finishing his statement. “Oh yeah?”
Grant sighs, sitting on my bed. He wants to talk. He never sits on my bed. “Yeah,” he scratches his head nervously. “I ran into Marcus a couple of days ago.”
“Marcus?”
“Remember? Stacey’s brother.”
I nod once, knowingly. “Oh…Stacey, the one who up, married and moved to Canada during our deployment, Stacey.”
He clucks his tongue. “That’s the one.”
“And what’s new with him?”
Grant tilts his head, making light of whatever he’s about to say. “Nothing much. Stacey got a divorce. She’s moved back here.”
There it is. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with you breaking up with Frankie, would it?”
“Not really, no.” he lies.
“You know you’re a shitty liar.”
“So are you.”
I guffaw. “And that’s why I don’t even try.” I pause, grabbing clean underwear, socks, pants and a shirt. “Why’d Stacey get divorced?”
“I don’t know. Marcus didn’t have much more to say after that. She’s living with him for now. Driving him nuts from the sounds of it.”
“Why?”
“All she does is cry, apparently.” Grant explains. “Her husband’s the one who called it off.”
“So she’s got a broken heart and you want in for the kill.” I guess.
He looks at me like I just called him a cock sucker. “Why would I want to get involved with her after what she did to me?”
“Exactly.”
“I have no intention of doing that, Ty. I’m not fucking stupid. You remember how she tore my fucking heart out and moved away. Why would I ask for that shit again.”
“Because she’s the one that got away, man.” I point out. “You’ve always held a torch for her, and you know it. You never got over her, in my opinion.”
Grant doesn’t deny it, but he shakes his head, acting like he disagrees, but the conviction isn’t there in his reaction. “I’m going to head out for more beer. I’ll see you later.”
“I won’t be here. I’m spending the night at Ripley’s, obviously.”
“Yeah. Okay. You picking up Lacey tomorrow, or am I?”
“I’ll do it.”
“Later.”
“Yeah, later.”
As I pull up to Ripley’s house, I knock on the door. She answers in her bathrobe, and I know that she’s naked underneath. “Hello.” I say, like she’s as sexy as she looks, standing there waiting for me. Tipping my head sideways, I kiss her lips slowly. “Mmm…you taste even better than before.”
“That’s because I was eating chocolate while you were gone.” She smiles. “You want some?”
I chuckle. “Eating chocolate?” she closes the door behind me. “Is that what you do after sex?”
She shrugs. “No. It was just a craving.”
Her phone rings from her purse hanging on the back of the door. “You better check that.” I say, knowing full well that she doesn’t know about Frankie and Grant breaking up.
Pulling her purse down off the door, she sneaks a kiss on my lips. “I’ll just turn it off.”
“Better check it first, babe.” I warn, giving her a tight smile.
She takes my advice and looks at the display. “It’s Frankie.”
“Yeah, you better take that call.”
Her face falls. “Why, is there something wrong?”
“Just…take it, babe. Trust me.” I nod.
She swipes her finger over the screen and answers. “Frankie? Hey,”
It takes only about ten seconds, and she looks at me. “Shit.”
I nod, pursing my lips into a tight, knowing smile.
“I’m sorry, sweetie.” Ripley says to Frankie. She winces, looking at me like she feels so awful for her friend.
I smile and give her back a rub. We sit on the couch together, and I can hear snippets of her conversation with Frankie. “Yes, we’re still on for lunch tomorrow. For sure. We’ll obsess about it all you want then.” She puts her index finger to her lips, indicating for me to be quiet, alluding to the idea that she’s trying to act like I’m not here, to save face with Frankie. “Yeah, I’m pretty tired. You know me.” she winks and I lean in and kiss her neck, untying her robe.
“The lawyer was good. Yeah. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Yeah.” She pauses, and fakes a yawn, as I kiss her chest, working my way to her breast as her robe opens fully. Working my way down her stomach, I plant soft, quiet kisses on her body, feeling myself harden.
“Okay. Yep. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.”
She ends the call. “You are a naughty boy.”
“Can’t help it.” I explain between kisses. “I know you’re naked under there. Can’t blame a guy.”
“I’m not saying I blame you.” She smiles a salacious grin, watching me kiss her belly. Her beautiful breasts are pert, sitting on her chest, begging to be kissed. Leaning up, I kiss her lips, and her hands are in my hair, pulling me close, taking it all in. I’m kneeling in front of her. Her legs are spread, allowing me to get close to her. “Sit here.” She says, patting the couch.
I do as I’m told. She turns towards me and unbuttons my shirt, then my pants, as I watch. Her breasts are so goddamn sexy I could look at them all day. I love it that she isn’t modest. I’ve only seen her naked once, and she’s as comfortable in her nakedness around me, as though we’ve been together forever. As she opens my shirt, her lips are on my chest. Drawing in a deep breath, I feel her suck my nipples. “Jesus, baby.” I hiss.
Her hands move to slide my shirt off, and then she pulls my pants and underwear down to my ankles. I’m not quite fully hard, but if she keeps sucking my nipples, I will be. “You have the most beautiful penis.” She says, eying it.
“Why, thank you.” I say matter-of-factly, miming like I have a tie on and I’m tightening it, playing along.
Two seconds later, she does the unthinkable, surprising and delighting me. Her mouth finds the tip of my cock, and she buries it in her mouth, making me suck in air so fast I almost choke. Watching in awe, my baby stuffs it all in her mouth, making it glisten and harden in a second. Rearing my head back, my breathing immediately turns ragged. It feels fucking amazing. “Oh, you are a brave, brave woman.” I speak softly. It’s so erotic I almost can’t watch her.
