Relentless Liberation (10 page)

“Okay.” He nodded and closed the distance he’d put between
them, pulling her leg back over his. “Same goes for you. Though you might want
to be careful how you word it when you tell me you’re into someone else. It’s
possible I could rip his throat out.”

She snorted. “No worries there, bud.” She was almost
positive that he would get sick of her first. With a slight bit of trepidation,
the thought occurred to her that she probably would never get sick of him. But
she would cross that bridge when they inevitably came to it. For now it was all
about enjoying herself in the moment with her best friend. A friend who had
just granted her the most delicious of added benefits.

“Mmm.” He rumbled against her skin as he started trailing
kisses down the center of her neck. “So we have a deal?”

It was almost impossible to think clearly with him kissing
her like that and running the tip of his cock through the length of her slit
with every slow thrust of his hips. Good thing it wasn’t really something she
needed to think overly hard on. “Deal,” she panted out breathlessly.

The deviousness of his actions to sway her into giving him
access to her body would have made her laugh if an important thought hadn’t
occurred to her. This deal went both ways, meaning that she had complete access
to his body now too. That thought was dizzying and she licked her lips as her
mouth watered.

“So…this means I’m allowed to play with you then, right?”
she asked before she caught his lips and sucked his full lower lip into her
mouth.

“Hell yeah, it does,” he growled.

“Good.” She insinuated her hand between their bodies and
lightly ran her nails down his chest onto his abs, following the delicious
trail of hair that pointed to her ultimate destination. “Because there’s something
that I’ve always wanted to try.”

When her hand wrapped around his thick cock and gave it a
firm stroke he pulled back and looked at her through hooded eyes. She licked
her lips deliberately and watched as dawning realization surfaced in his
expression.

She trailed kisses along his jaw as she continued to pump
his cock through the tight fist of her hand. If it weren’t for the way his hips
were rocking into her touch and the gruff way he murmured the word
yeah
,
she never would have had the courage to then whisper hotly in his ear, “You’re
gonna have to show me how you like it, though.”

As usual, his perceptiveness when it came to her was
uncanny. Once again he pulled back to gaze down at her. “You mean you’ve always
wanted to try this on me or just in general?”

God, it was embarrassing to admit to him that she was
practically a virgin but she didn’t want to screw this up. She wanted him to
enjoy it, to lose his shit like he had last night. Otherwise there was no point.
So she had to be honest with him.

Not quite able to meet his eyes, she mumbled out a barely
audible “just in general”. But she was glad that she forced herself to meet his
gaze when she saw the range of emotion her admission caused. First was confusion,
followed closely by incredulity, which slid right on down into heated lust.

His hand covered hers around his shaft, forcing her to
squeeze him harder as he pumped into her fist. His mouth took hers, the hot and
slow slide of his tongue passing her lips was deliberate and had her groaning.
Then he pulled back to graze his lips against hers.

“You’ve never had these gorgeous, completely fuckable lips
wrapped around a cock before, baby?” The low gravelly tone of his voice
caressed her body, making her pussy all slippery and slick. She didn’t trust
herself to speak so she just shook her head.

“What else?” he demanded as he moved their hands up and down
roughly on his cock. “Tell me what else.”

She knew exactly what he meant, what he wanted to know and
if it weren’t for the way her innocence and complete lack of experience were
affecting him she never would have had the nerve to tell him. In fact, she knew
she would never be able to admit this kind of thing to anyone other than Tyler.
He would never ridicule or laugh at her. He would never make her feel pathetic
or unsophisticated or tell her that she was a complete loser who was unworthy.
No, he wasn’t anything like
them
, she thought, then pushed
them
from her mind altogether and just focused on this amazing man who was here with
her now.

“I’ve never had a guy go down on me before last night,” she
whispered against his lips. “And until you, no one’s,” she swallowed, then
forced the words out, “no one’s ever made me…come before. Especially not the
way you did. So hard I actually saw black spots in front of my eyes. I’ve never
even managed that on my own.”

Growling, he nipped at the sensitive spot just below her
ear. “So tell me what you want me to do about it.”

His physical response to her words spurred her on. “I want
you to teach me how to suck your cock, Tyler.”

“Oh Christ, Mina,” he groaned and his dick jerked before he
pulled her hand away. Rolling onto his back, he pulled her with him until she
sat straddling him.

The thrill of what she was about to do coursed through her
but she had to start with familiar territory before she lost her nerve. So she
started at his jaw, licking over his Adam’s apple to kiss the hollow at the
base of his throat.

Remembering how he’d loosened her up the night before, she
thought she’d follow suit and see where that took her. Looking up at him, she
flicked her tongue over one of his nipples before sucking it into her mouth.
He’d liked the pain she’d inflicted on him there last night, so she raked her
teeth over the small nub, delighting when he arched his back up off the
mattress and hissed.

Smiling to herself at this newfound power she had over him,
she trailed over to his neglected nipple to repeat the torture. Threading his
fingers through her hair, he groaned, then applied the lightest pressure to
push her downward.

Eagerly she obeyed, kissing patterns over the muscles of his
stomach as she made her way lower toward that beautiful shaft of his.

This was where it started to feel a little daunting. He was
so big she knew she would never get all of him in her mouth, but she was damn
sure going to try. And just because she’d never done this before didn’t mean
that she hadn’t read about it, fantasized about doing this to him specifically.

Going on instinct, she wrapped her hand around this thick
base. There was a bead of pre-cum leaking from his tip that she needed to
taste. Almost before she realized she’d done it, her tongue darted out to catch
that tempting bead and tongue the slit at the tip of his dick. His salty-sweet
flavor overwhelmed her and she knew instantly it was something she could easily
become addicted to.

“Fuck, baby, put your mouth on me.” Tyler groaned, cupping
her jaw as she slid the tip of him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue
around on the underside of the sensitive head and his hips jerked, pushing him
a little deeper.

His fingers tightened in her hair. “More. Take more, honey.”
He pushed farther into her until he was at the back of her throat. It was
almost too much and she started to gag when he pulled back a bit. “Easy. Just
relax your throat, baby, swallow it down nice and easy.”

Thinking back to all the times she’d read about this in
those erotic romances she’d become so fond of lately, she took a deep breath
through her nose and swallowed around his length. She was able to take him into
the back of her throat and when he growled out his approval, a new rush of
moisture flooded her pussy.

She took a second to get used to the way this felt before
she pulled back on him, sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks. His head fell
back against the bed as an unintelligible sound left his throat.

“Uh…yeah, suck my cock, just like that.” He began thrusting
into her mouth, but he was good. Still cognizant enough to pull back if she
made any protests and not going so deep as to trigger her gag reflex.

Once she got into the rhythm, she started to twist her hand
up and down the length of him that she couldn’t reach with her mouth. With her
free hand, she cupped his balls then began to gently massage them and he bucked
against her and let out a long, animalistic growl.

“Oh fuck, Mina, I’m gonna come.” His hand in her hair held
her in place and the thrill of his forcefulness shot straight through her. “You
wanna taste it, huh?”

Oh God, she did, and could only moan around him to let him
know she wanted it. Good for her he had no problems reading her mind.

“Yeah, you do. You’re so greedy, baby. You’re gonna swallow
it all down. Every last fucking drop.”

She couldn’t help it, the dirty way he spoke to her just did
something to her. The vibration of her groan around his shaft had him trembling
and he pulled her head back so that she just focused on the tip.

“Use your teeth on me.” The demand was guttural. “I wanna
feel it.”

Not wanting to hurt him, she lightly grazed her teeth over
that sensitive tip before sucking hard, practically begging for him to let go
into her mouth.

And he gave her what she wanted. He gritted his teeth and
his head dropped back once again on a rough groan while he started to spurt
onto her tongue. It surprised her how much she liked his taste. It was like
everything else about him—it just hit her the right way. She lapped at him,
wanting to get it all, loving the way it made him moan when he caught her doing
it.

When at last it was over, he hauled her up next to him once
again and hungrily took her mouth. The thought that he probably tasted himself
on her lips sent a sizzle down her nerve endings, landing deep within her
pussy. She never knew it could be like this with anyone.

Yeah, she read a lot of books, but she’d always figured
fiction took a lot of romantic license that just didn’t correlate with reality.
But this, what she and Tyler had done in the last twenty-four hours, far
surpassed any reality she could have imagined.

“You’re an incredibly fast learner.” Tyler looked down at
her with hooded, satisfied eyes.

Heat suffused her cheeks and once again she studied the
strong column of his throat, not quite able to meet his eyes. “I told you, I
read a lot.”

“Wasn’t a criticism.” He kissed her chin, then her jaw and
around the corners of her mouth. “You don’t know how hot it makes me to know
that you’ve never done that before.” His hands began to wander over her body,
once again hooking her leg over his, spreading her to his touch.

As he tenderly kissed her lips, his fingers scissored over
the outer lips of her cunt. “I’m the only one who’s ever fucked your sweet
mouth.”

The low rumble of his voice as he touched her so intimately,
made her feel so raw, like what he was doing was deliciously dirty. It was so
fucking hot.

His wicked fingers spread her lips and started running slow,
lazy circles over her clit. “Just thinking about it is gonna get me hard
again.”

She let out a strangled whimper when his fingers moved
lower, rimming her opening a few times before moving back up to her clit,
getting it nice and wet from her juices.

“You get so wet for me, Mina.” He lightly kissed her lips.
“I love it.”

“Tyler,” she groaned, seeking his tormenting fingers with
her hips.

“What, baby?” He kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“Tell me what you want.” He sank his middle finger into her up to the first
knuckle, then slowly pulled it back out. It was driving her crazy.

“I want your fingers inside me.” Somehow she managed to get
the words past her lips and was glad of it when he complied, thrusting two
thick fingers into her pussy.

“Like that? That what you want?”

“Uhn…fuck me, Tyler,” she panted and again he complied, hooking
his fingers and roughly thrusting in and out of her sopping pussy.

“Am I the first person to touch you like this?” He added his
thumb to the play, rubbing her clit in time to his thrusts. “The first person
to make you come apart like this?”

Narrowing her eyes to lust-filled slits, she could only bite
her lip and nod. His fingers were moving faster and harder now, her hips
rushing forward to meet them.

“Are you close, baby?” He whispered wickedly against her
lips. “Are you gonna keep watching me while you come on my fingers?”

“Yes,” she groaned. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

“Yeah, that’s it. Come for me, Mina. You look so fucking
beautiful when you come.”

His words, along with the raw look in his eyes were what did
it, pushed her over the edge and had her calling out his name. The explosion
rocked her from the inside out and she clung to him, her anchor through it all.

When she came back down to herself he smiled and kissed her
lips. “I hope you didn’t have any plans today, baby. ’Cause we aren’t leaving
this bed anytime soon.”

She giggled as he rolled over her and covered her mouth with
his, the thunder rolling softly outside blocking out the rest of the world.

Able’s was packed when Mina walked in, which was surprising
considering it wasn’t even dinnertime yet. Standing on her tiptoes, she
swiveled first left, then right, in an effort to find Tyler through the gaps
between the people around her. Having no luck, she sank back onto her heels and
tried the old-fashioned approach of wiggling her way up to the bar.

When he’d invited her to meet him at the bar before taking
her out to dinner, she didn’t think the place would be so crowded. Seemed like
a drink before dinner on a Wednesday night was a favorite pastime of the
townies. But despite her aversion to crowds, she was excited to see him.

Tyler had been right that first morning. They didn’t make it
out of bed the rest of the day. Or a good portion of the following day either.
In fact, over the last three weeks about eighty-five percent of the time they
hung out they ended up back between the sheets.

Mina was loving every single dirty, sweaty minute of it.

But she hadn’t seen him for a few days, as their work
schedules hadn’t coincided. She hadn’t even been able to make it to the fight
last night. So to say that she was looking forward to this evening was perhaps
a bit of an understatement.

She made it about halfway to the bar when a pair of strong
arms wrapped around her waist from behind, effectively stopping her.

“Looking for someone, baby?” Tyler’s low voice in her ear
sent goose bumps along her skin.

Turning her head she grazed his lips with hers. “I think he
just found me.”

A growl rumbled out of him before he deepened the kiss.
Mindful of the bar full of people around them, she gently pulled away and
turned in his arms. That’s when she got a good glimpse of his face and she
winced before she could stop herself.

One of his eyes was black and swollen and the opposite cheek
had a nasty cut that was a nice shade of purple running along his cheekbone.

Seeing her reaction, he chuckled. “Pretty, aren’t I?”

“Up until this point I would have said hell yes every time—but
what happened to you? I miss one fight and you let yourself get mangled?”

He shrugged, taking her hand and leading her to the bar. “My
opponent last night was a little more…challenging than the ones I’ve been
fighting lately. Guy got in a few solid hits before I knocked him on his ass.”

She perched up on a high barstool and pulled him between her
legs so she could gently inspect his bruises with her fingers. “Why do you do
this to yourself? Does it hurt?”

Flashing her that impish smile, he nipped her fingers with
his teeth. “You know I only let him hit me just so you could fuss over me right
now.”

Narrowing her eyes, she playfully shoved him away. “You’re
such an ass, you know that?”

Positioning himself right back between her legs, he planted
a hard kiss on her mouth. “I know that you like my ass,” he murmured against
her lips.

Well, he had her there. She smiled and lightly kissed him
back.

“Careful, Mina,” Brandon, Tyler’s oldest brother, said from
behind the bar. “You baby him too much and he’ll get all soft and gooey. No one
likes a pussy.”

Mina jerked her eyes toward Brandon and was once again
floored by the resemblance between him and Tyler. In fact, as she’d come to
know them, she’d realized that all the brothers looked freakishly alike, though
only the middle two were twins. All tall, all had black hair and dark eyes and
all four were sexier-than-sin badasses with shredded bodies and devil-may-care
attitudes.

It just wasn’t fair, really.

Tyler stepped back from her and cocked an eyebrow at his
brother. “Says the man who follows his wife around like a lost puppy.” He shook
his head. “You look up the definition of pussy-whipped and you’ll find your
picture there, brother.”

Just then Adam, the youngest twin, materialized behind the
bar. “All I heard was pussy-whipped, so I know you have to be talking about
Brandon.”

“Y’all are just pissed because I get to go home to a
delicious home-cooked meal every night and you bastards have been on microwave
patrol for the last decade,” Brandon shot over his shoulder as he went to fill
a drink order.

“Fuck. I hate it when he’s right.” Adam braced his hands on
his hips as he gazed at Tyler, who nodded in commiseration.

“A decade, huh?” Mina asked with a smile on her lips at the
pathetic expressions on their faces.

“Well, at least since, what—” Tyler looked at Adam. “Since
Christmas? That was the last time we were invited to their house for dinner.”

Mina couldn’t help it then. She had to laugh. “Well if
you’re that hard up for it, we can skip the restaurant and go to my apartment.
I’ll make you dinner, baby.” She pinched his non-bruised cheek.

His dark eyes lit up and he grinned. “I like that plan.”

“Hey, no fair. I wanna come too,” Adam pouted.

Tyler shook his head. “No way in hell you’re invited.
Besides, you and Ben are on the night shift tonight, remember? Where is
Tweedledum anyway?”

“Fuck if I know. But I’m about to find out.” Adam walked
away with a cell phone in his hand, presumably to call his twin.

Tyler’s gaze collided with hers and she studied the black-and-purple
bruise under his eye. “Seriously though,” she stroked the cut on his cheek
lightly, “why do you do it? You’ve never actually told me.”

He took her hand in his and kissed the inside of her palm
before twining his fingers through hers. “I like the challenge fighting
presents. Just like that fight last night. It makes me feel, like, fucking ten
feet tall to know that I went up against that guy—a skilled competitor who
knows what he’s doing—and I came out the victor.” He shrugged. “I told you that
I used to be kind of a runt back in the day. This is just a way for me to prove
to myself that I can overcome anything.”

And he could, couldn’t he? His belief in himself shone in
his eyes. It was emitted through all of his actions. He never let the things of
his past get to him or hold him back from being the person who he wanted to be.
She could definitely take a lesson here.

“You’re kind of amazing, you know that?” she said knowing
that her expression had softened into what couldn’t be mistaken as anything but
tenderness.

“Mm-hmm.” He buzzed her lips with his. “I do know that.”

She bit his lip. “And modest too.”

Pulling away with a frown, he dug his car keys out of his
pocket. “What I am is hungry. Let’s get out of here so you can feed me, woman.”

Smiling sweetly at him, she hopped down from the stool.
“Okay, but I’m driving.” And with that she walked toward the door, knowing he’d
follow eventually.

Once they got back to her apartment, their evening had
started out like the countless other nights they’d shared during the course of
their friendship. He’d been chilling with a beer at her kitchen table while she
made dinner. And just like any other time they’d hung out, they talked about
their day. He told her some silly story involving Adam and a mishap with a beer
tap that had her laughing so hard there were tears. She’d related the latest
chapter in the Brian-Chloe saga that Chloe couldn’t seem to stop talking about
at work that day. And together they had rolled their eyes at all the
unnecessary drama.

But somewhere between checking the oven and chopping up
vegetables for the salad, their comfortable routine deviated from its familiar
course. She’d just closed the oven door and turned to the counter when his hard
body pressed up against hers from behind. He’d been so stealthy she hadn’t even
heard him move.

No matter how many times he touched her, it never ceased to
surprise her when he’d do something that put them directly out of the friend
zone. Such as put his hands on her hips to tug her backward so she could feel
every inch of how happy he was to see her.

And just like the first time, when he nuzzled into her neck,
placing kisses on her skin, her pulse started to race and goose bumps broke out
on her body.

Since he was being so playful, she couldn’t help but tease
him. “Hey, no distracting the cook while I’m preparing culinary delights to
satisfy your palate.” Her words were stern but the way she pushed her ass back
into him and tilted her head to give him better access were sending a different
message altogether.

The seductively low rumble of his laughter tickled her ear
as he nipped at her lobe and ground his hips into her. “But I can think of some
carnal delights that would satisfy me more.”

“I’ll just bet you can,” she murmured as his deft fingers
popped her jeans open. He slid one hand inside her panties, finding her clit
with absolutely no effort at all while the other drifted up her shirt, pushing
her bra up to cup her breast.

“Damn, baby,” he whispered when he felt how wet she was.
“You feel so fucking good.”

She’d started to get all slippery the moment she’d seen him
at the bar, bruises and all. They were more like battle scars that she found
hot as hell. The gray v-neck t-shirt he wore molded to his body in such a way
that, though it was a loose fit, when he moved at certain angles it delineated
the ridges of the hard, lean muscle underneath. And damn, but the man knew how
to wear a pair of jeans. With his short dark hair tousled as though he’d been
running his fingers through it and that impish half-smile, he was just too sexy
for her own good. So of course he made her wet—couldn’t seem to help it.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” His fingers
steadily massaged that tight little nubbin at the top of her sex while he
plucked at her nipple with his other hand.

They’d done this often enough now that she’d learned what
turned him on, learned how to play. “Yeah?” She groaned, grabbing onto his
forearm to hold him to her as she ground against his hand. “Tell me what you
were thinking about.”

Growling, he wrapped his arms tighter around her. “How tight
your sweet pussy feels wrapped around my dick when I’m fucking you.” His fingers
dipped lower and pushed inside her, making her nip her lip with a whimper. “How
hard your pretty nipples get and how you bite your lower lip when I’m about to
make you come.”

She smiled, releasing said lip, and she could feel his
answering smile against her skin. He knew. Without even looking at her he knew
and despite herself her heart fluttered.

“Did you touch yourself?” she asked breathlessly. “Did you
make yourself come when you thought about it?”

Just the thought of his big hand wrapped around that beautiful
erection, stroking while he was thinking about her, sent a mini-spasm through
her pussy. He gave her a few strong thrusts with his fingers as a reward.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You wanna see me jack off
for you, baby?” His thumb pushed down on her clit and he moved his fingers
slowly in and out, sliding against the underside of that sensitive little nub.
Once again, a ripple went through her cunt. She was oh so close to coming but
he held it just out of her reach.

She knew she had to answer him or this torture would never
end, so she told him the truth. “Sometimes when I touch myself, I think about
you stroking your big fat cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip. Then your head
falls back as you say my name and you come all over your stomach, abs rippling
as you roll your hips up into your fist. Just that thought sets me off.” He was
still fucking her with his fingers but she had to get the words out. The way he
started thrusting against her hips told her he liked it too.

“Goddamn,” he breathed. “I’ll definitely do that for you
someday if you promise to let me watch you make yourself come.”

“Yes,” she panted. “I promise.”

Just as his words and fingers were about to make her go over
the edge, he pulled out and used both of his hands to lift her shirt over her
head. She growled out her frustration and he laughed.

“Sorry, baby. Much as I’d like to tell you I took care of it
earlier, I didn’t. We were too busy and I didn’t have enough time.”

“So you’ve been hard all day?” Why was
that
thought
even more arousing? The fact that he’d been uncomfortable and aching all day
because he’d been thinking about fucking her.

“Let’s just put it this way.” He slid her jeans and panties
down her hips to pool around her ankles. “You’re lucky I didn’t jump you five
minutes after you got to the bar.”

Oh, she
so
wouldn’t have minded that. But—she thought
when he gruffly ordered her to brace her hands against the counter—this was
good too.

At least it was until he pulled his body away from hers and
the cool air of the room touched her overheated skin. She would have protested
but the rumpling of cloth and the telltale sound of foil ripping mollified her.
When he came back over her, the heat of his bare skin against hers was decadent
and she arched back into him.

His legs spread hers wider as he positioned the hot, broad
tip of his cock at her opening and pushed inside, slow and steady, until he was
seated to the hilt inside her. A rumbling growl that almost sounded like a purr
vibrated through him and she couldn’t help but pulse her muscles around him a
few times.

“You’re playing with fire, baby,” he grunted as he started a
shallow thrusting. “I wanna fuck you and if you keep that up, I won’t last.”

She wanted that too so she took pity and eased up on him.
But mainly because his thrusts started getting harder, going deeper and all she
could seem to do was hold on. The pressure started to build up at that intense
spot inside her that he knew so well and she pushed back on him, seeking more
friction.

Taking her cue, he gripped her hips and began pounding into
her and her head dropped forward. “Oh God, Tyler,” she sobbed.
Almost there,
so close
.

But then he was pulling free from her to spin her around and
lift her up onto the counter. She kicked her jeans and panties all the way off
and wrapped her legs around his waist as he plunged home again. His mouth came
down on hers in a kiss that was gentler than she would have expected in the
moment. It was languid and dirty and had her running her fingers through his
hair to pull him closer.