Page 103 of Scores Of The Heart

“No one can see,” he murmurs, giving me a quick squeeze around the middle and a kiss on my neck.

“Better keep it that way until we get upstairs.”

“Dying to be in you,” he whispers. I can feel his erection digging into my back.

I pull him by the wrist and literally drag him toward the elevator.

As soon as we step in and the doors close, he backs me into the corner, pressing his hands to the elevator walls next to my head. He’s so big and masculine.

I smile up at him. “I love how big you are.”

“I’ll always keep you safe, Cind. You know it.”

His lips find mine, and we kiss with wild abandon. He went down to the store this morning to buy some more rubbers. We both figured we’d be needing them.

He called Ashton this morning, but there’s been no update on his father, just that he’s in critical condition. We’re heading home tomorrow. I feel bad for being here, having the time of our lives when Ashton is going through this. Though he assured Tyler to not cut our trip short because there was nothing we could really do in Seattle.

It’s all a waiting game.

“You wore a skirt on purpose, baby?” He asks, hitching it up and placing his hand on my waist underneath the fabric.

“Maybe I did.” I bite my lip, enjoying our playfulness. I love how he’s so much bigger than me, but he knows how to be gentle and more soft when it’s called for.

“Do you know how sexy that is?” he says, releasing me for a moment and pressing a button on the elevator so it comes to a halt.

I squeal. “Ty!”

He stalks back towards me. “Ever done it in an elevator?”

“I can safely say I’ve never done it anywhere outside a room.”

A grin spreads across his face. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a rubber.

“We’re gonna do it here?”

“I can’t wait to get all the way up top, princess.” He trips it with his teeth and pushes his sweatpants down to his thighs. His heavy, thick cock springing free. My eyes bug wide. It’s an automatic thing at the moment whenever I see his glorious manhood.

It’s certainly something to be proud of. “And sucking my cock would be hot, but I don’t want you kneeling on the elevator floor.”

I swallow hard at his dirty words, it’s something I love, but I’m still getting used to.

“You’re so dirty, Ty.”

“You love it.” He rolls the condom on as I quickly undo my blouse buttons, lifting up my bralette because I know he loves to look at my breasts and he knows how much I love them being played with.

He looks at them hungrily as he hoists me up. I squeal again, wrapping my arms and legs around him. He reaches under me and pulls my panties aside, running his finger through my wet heat. He curses under his breath, reaching down to suckle my nipples one at a time. I love the fact he loves my curves and my soft bits. He’s made no qualms about that.

“Ty, oh please. I need you hard and fast.”

He looks up at me, swallowing as his sexy Adam’s apple bobs. “Yeah?”

“Yes. And we have to hurry. We’ve stopped the elevator.”

He clearly doesn’t care about that as he growls low in his throat, lining himself up with me and pushing in. My body opens to him and I cry out at the sweet, but still slightly painful, intrusion. I might be sore, but I don’t want him to be careful this time.

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