Wild Temptation (30 page)

The sting is sweet. Welcome. Embraced.

Finally, finally, I’m not being treated like a china doll. Finally, I’ve found someone who isn’t afraid to bend me over and fuck me into next Tuesday and spank me even further.

I cry out when I feel him hit the end of me. He stops abruptly, grabbing the back of my hair and yanking my head up. I didn’t realize that it had dropped, that I wasn’t looking in the mirror anymore.

“Look.” Short. Sharp. Demanding.

My cheeks are flushed red, my eyes shining with building pleasure, my lips swollen and parted. My chest is heaving, and I can even see the tremble of my knees.

“Good girl.”

He fucks me again, slower this time but just as deep. After releasing my hair, he brings one hand round my body. He squeezes one of my breasts then drops his hand to my pussy.

“Watch in the mirror. Watch as I play with your clit and bring you to a second orgasm you’ll be denied.”

I gasp. His fingers brush my clit, a movement I see and feel. Every rub of my clit is in time with his cock stroking inside me. Every one is perfectly synced, meant to tease me and push me even further.

Heat floods my body. My muscles tighten. Everything in me is ready for the sweet release of the pressure balled deep inside me.

Until he lets me go once more. His hand drops from my clit, his cock leaves my channel, and his fingers fall from my hip.

And I’m standing here, naked, panting, desperate.

Craving.

Tyler touches his lips to the base of my spine. He kisses up my back until his cock nudges my opening once more.

With his hands on my hips, his cock pushing inside me, and his breath across my skin, I whisper, “Please.”

“Please what? You want me to fuck you? Spank you? Make you come?”

“All of them.”

“You don’t control this, Liv.”

“I’m not trying to control it, but you never said I couldn’t beg.”

His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “I quite like it when you beg.”

“Please,” I repeat. I finish on a moan when he fills me entirely.

He doesn’t respond again. But his eyes stay on mine as he moves inside me. Long, slow, hard, fast, gentle, rough. He varies, holding on for a ridiculous amount of time, teasing me until I’m wound so tight that I know I’ll explode.

“Look at you. Not me. At you.” His fingers circle my clit. “Watch as you come.”

One roll of my throbbing clit is all it takes.

I scream, actually scream, as pleasure overrides every sensation in my body. Blinding me, overwhelming me. My hands fall with the intensity, and Tyler holds me to him—a fact I’m vaguely aware of.

My legs are shaking. My heart is thumping. My blood is rushing through my ears, deafening me to the point where I barely hear Tyler’s orgasm follow.

I can’t do a thing but surrender yet again to him. To the flood of insanity filling my body and trembling my limbs.

Slowly it subsides, and I come back down from the crazy high. Tyler’s arms are wrapped tightly around me and his face is buried in the side of my neck. The tie is gone—my hands are free. I crook one arm round and sink my fingers into his hair, wanting to hold him, too.

Needing to hold him.

I need to hold him. I need him to hold me. I need him.

The revelation shakes me.

I need him.

In a way I’ve never needed anyone before. He understands me. He gets me. He gives me what I want the way I want it without question. No judgment. No hesitation.

With Tyler, I can be myself.

And I need him.

He pulls out of me, oblivious to the shitstorm in my mind. The shitstorm with a startlingly clear outcome—I’m in too deep to get out, but not far enough to stay.

He leaves to go to the bathroom. I stay here, standing, staring at myself in the mirror. I lean against the edge of the bed and pull off my shoes, discarding them on the floor by my closet.

One-thousand-dollar shoes just got thrown on the floor. But really, who cares when your biggest fear is now a reality?

The drunken haze that left in the car is back, complete with a head-spinning blur. I stagger, grabbing the foot of my bed to steady myself.

Tissue wipes along my center—but not from my hand, but I know I can trust Tyler. A minute later, he comes back and lifts me up.

He lays me in bed, tugs the covers back, and climbs in next to me. He wraps his arms around me, and I lay my head on his chest, squeezing my eyes shut. In fact, I do more than just that. I wrap one of my arms around his body and hold him as tight as he’s holding me.

“Did I hurt you?” he whispers, breaking the silence.

I shake my head. “No,” I reply just as quietly.

He nudges my face up and kisses me. Gently. Softly. Reverently. “You are so perfect for me it scares me.”

It scares you? Scares
you?

I rest my cheek back against his shoulder, burying my face into his neck. He curls into me, drawing me even closer, breathing me in. And the words fall breathlessly from my lips without warning or thought.

“I’m addicted to you. And that scares me.”

He flexes his fingers against my back, and that’s the only indication I have that he heard me. I don’t blame him for not replying—it’s not every day you get told that someone is addicted to you.

Just when I think he’s asleep, when I’m on the brink of it myself, he whispers, “I was never not addicted to you, my beautiful, flighty bitch.”

H
e’s still here.

I open my eyes slowly, fighting the heaviness of the sleep that wants to pull me back under. Light filters in through my open curtains, illuminating Tyler’s face with the early morning sun. I let my eyes fall over his face, lingering on each one of his features.

His dark eyes are closed and the deep-brown lashes that frame them are fanned across his cheeks. I’ve never really paid attention to them before, but looking close up, I can see that they’re long and curled at the ends. They’re girls’ eyelashes—perfectly formed and totally worthy of eyelash-envy.

His cheekbones are defined just so, sitting on either side of the perfect nose. Or almost perfect. From this angle, I can see a tiny bump on the bridge of his nose. Somehow, it makes him more real. Especially when my gaze follows the strong, shapely line of his jaw and falls onto his mouth.

Soft. Pink. Curved at the corners.

“Morning.” The husky tone of his voice sends tremors down my spine.

“Morning,” I whisper, running my thumb across his bottom lip.

“Enjoying the view?” Tyler opens his eyes. They’re shining with laughter.

“It’s not bad. Probably better than yours.”

He grins. “I gotta say, I’ve never seen anyone look so cute with panda’s eyes.”

My fingers touch below my eyes. Crap. Evidently, I should have been using the last few minutes to fix my face up instead of staring at his.

A soft chuckle leaves him and he takes my hand away. “Kidding.” He brushes his lips against mine. “You look great.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re not fooling anyone, Ty.”

I move out of his arms and get out of bed. I run into my bathroom and look into the mirror. Holy shit! Fuck panda
eyes.
I’m actually a panda! Mascara and eyeliner are smudged all around my eyes, and there are a few faint trails down my cheeks. There’s even a smudge of it by my chin. Not to mention patchy foundation.

I look like I got in a fight with a makeup counter and lost. Abysmally.

I grab a makeup wipe from the packet in the cabinet and start scrubbing at my face. There’s a light-red rash beneath my jaw, presumably from Tyler’s stubble. When I feel like I’ve removed the toddler-esque mess of hell from my face, I stroll back into my bedroom.

“You probably should have grabbed a robe before you went into the bathroom,” Tyler says, lying on his back. “My morning glory isn’t so fucking glorious right now.”

My gaze flicks to the tent halfway down the bed. “Honey, your cock is always glorious. It’s just demanding. And constantly has an appetite for sex.” I give him a pointed look, but his smirk almost breaks my serious façade.

“I appreciate you noticing it’s superiority amongst all cocks.”

“I never said it was superior.”

“Ever come as hard as you did last night?”

“No.”

He sits up and holds his arms out. “Superior cock.”

A giggle escapes me. His confidence is adorable—and warranted. It is a pretty damn superior cock. Of course, it helps that the man it belongs to isn’t shy about using it.

I put on some underwear. Tyler coughs behind me and I pause before pulling on some sweatpants. “What?”

“You’re going to leave me like this when it’s all your fault?” He tugs the covers aside, exposing his erection.

My eyes flick down to it and back to his face. “I have a shower. You’re welcome to use it.”

“Are you going to join me?”

“No. I’m going to run to the store and get something for breakfast. I was supposed to go yesterday, but I didn’t get a chance to.”

“Why not?”

I wiggle my hands. “You think these nails are this pretty naturally?”

He blinks at me. “Okay. High-maintenance nails come before shopping for food. Gotcha.”

Bastard.

Tyler grins and gets out of bed. He crosses the room to me, cups my chin, and pulls my face to his. “I’ll have a cold shower. You get dressed and feed that demon cat of yours. Then we’ll go to my place and I’ll make us breakfast.”

“Or I could run to the store and get some Lucky Charms or something.”

“Lucky Charms?” He seems horrified, releasing me and backing out of the room. “No, Liv. You’re having more than Lucky fucking Charms for breakfast.”

“There’s nothing wrong with them!”

“Perhaps not on a normal day, but this isn’t a normal day. I need to keep my bitch fed well so she can keep up with me.”

I grab the nearest thing to me—a can of hairspray—and throw it in his direction. It hits him in the butt and I hear him yell. It’s followed by a laugh.

“I’ll get you back for that, you bitch.”

“Counting on it,” I murmur.

I stare at my sweatpants for a minute before switching them for some running pants instead. It’s been a few days since I’ve gotten off my lazy behind and did some exercise that didn’t involve another person.

I tug on a sports bra and tank before starting a crazed hunt for my sneakers. Angus immediately takes up a chorus of meows upon seeing me, so I tip a can of food into his bowl and absently run a hand down his back.

Where the hell are my sneakers?

After a few minutes of no luck, I shrug and head back to my closet. Well, my new ones have been sitting there for a month. I didn’t actually need them when I bought them…

I tug on the grey-and-bright-pink sneakers and tie them tight just as Tyler emerges from my bathroom. Wearing nothing but a towel and water drops that cascade down his body.

Oh. Hello.

“Going somewhere?”

Resisting the urge to follow one particular droplet trail beneath the towel, I meet his eyes. “I figured I’d run to your place. I’ve been kind of lazy lately.”

“Run?”

“Yeah. You know, it’s like walking, except faster.”

“Your sense of humor amazes me.” He rolls his eyes and whips off his towel.

Way to distract me, asshole. “Good. It’s another one of those great qualities of mine.”

He snorts. “I gathered. No, I meant, why are you running when my car is here?”

“Your car is here?”

“I drove here last night. Then the car to the party actually turned up.” He dries his hair. Naked. Still.

“Are you going to put any underwear on any time soon?” I grab his boxer briefs from my floor and throw them at him.

He grabs them with lightning-fast reflexes. “I suppose. Why don’t you let me drive back to my place?”

I stand and rest my hands on my hips. “Tyler, you live, like, six blocks away. I can probably run to your apartment quicker than you can drive it.”