Page 12 of Irresistible Temptation

“Please, what?” His lips are wet from our kiss, his eyes are hooded with desire, and I can feel the hard length of his cock pressed against my pussy. My skirt has somehow managed to slide up and over my hips. The only thing that’s in the way for Tysen’s mouth or fingers is a pair of flimsy lace panties. I’d take his cock right now, except I’m well aware of how he works. The last time we were together, he gave. My god, did he give. He devoured every inch of me. I had scruff marks that were beyond possible to hide, and believe me, I had to, or I’d really have to discuss what I did the night at the airport to my parents.

“Please, more.” My head tips backward when I feel his lips trail the length of my neck. I shiver when his jaw scrapes along my skin, the abrasion from his beard doing delicious things to me.

“You need to be more specific.” He nips at the skin beneath my ear, and I’m caught in a blazing sensation of wanting to push him away in order to strip my clothes off or pull him as close as possible to never lose his heat.

“Tysen.” The scraping of his teeth only befuddles my already desire-ridden mind, and all I can do is moan his name. My hands move every which way, looking for purchase, begging for the promise only he can bring, and when my core presses against the thick ridge in his pants, I nearly shatter.

“Not giving you my mouth, my fingers, or my dick until you tell me what you want, Maci.” The gruffness of his tone doesn’t set back my need for him. If anything, it spurs me on.

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers.” I look deep into his warm velvet eyes. His pupils dilate, liking what I told him. This isn’t a party of one, and I’m more than a willing participant, which is why I put my hand on top of his that’s at my hip and move it until it’s gliding inward at the seam of where the inside of my leg and sex meet.

“My baby wants my fingers, that’s what she’ll get.” He takes over, cupping my center with his palm. The warmth from my flesh meets the heat of his hand. The feeling is indescribable, and he hasn’t even done anything else yet.

I move my hand away, wanting to feel him, too, and while I vividly remember Tysen not wanting me near his cock until I got off, today, that won’t be happening. My hands work at his belt. The clanking of the metal and our heavy breathing are the only noises you can hear in the bathroom. I yank at the button, pull his zipper down, and then I’m greeted with the thickest cock I’ve ever laid eyes on. My gaze moves from Tysen’s dick to his face, wanting to see all of him as my hand surrounds his shaft. “Christ, Maci, hold me just like that,” he says between deep breaths. His body heaves, much like mine, and when I feel him drag the tips of his fingers along my slit, I’m lost in my own desire.

“Tys.” I start to slowly stroke him, and while I’m not obeying him in only holding him, he’s also doing more to me. Tysen moves my panties to the side, then two fingers slide up and down my slick center, gathering my wetness and causing me to stutter in my movements.

“One finger or two, Maci?” I don’t answer, too caught up in the frenzy of sensations he’s pushing me through. “Tell me this, has anyone been inside you since I’ve had you?” I shake my head as one digit slides in, stopping at the first knuckle and testing my limits.

“N-no.” Tysen’s hand slides to the nape of my neck, moving my head so I’m staring up into his eyes. This is the man I remember, the rugged, rough around the edges, makes you feel good before he does, and demands me in a way I’ve never experienced before. I do the only logical thing next: I ask him the same question. “Have you?” He tips his head to the side, and I elaborate, “Been with anyone since me.” My voice is soft and quiet. I’m annoyed at myself for acting like a meek girl. Even if he says yes, it’s not like I’m going to wrench his hand away.

“Fuck no. Woman, you’ve got me so messed up, a woman so much as looks at me, and I’m disgusted. I’ve used my hand so many damn times a day, my palm is calloused.” He thrusts the rest of his finger inside me before pulling it back and adding the second. My body locks tightly, and when he flicks them together in a flurry of movements, I’m right there. Try as I might to hold back, there’s no way possible. Instead, I try to focus on making Tysen feel good like he’s doing to me. My thumb sweeps over the head of his cock, coming away with moisture, and I use it to help my palm glide easier down his length. As soon as I get into a rhythm, he ups the ante, moving faster, rubbing the palm of his hand against my already overstimulated clit.

“Tys.” My hips rock upward, and my hand digs into the back of his neck while my other holds on to his dick.

“Fuck, Maci. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants while I keep up with my swift and steady moments. Our eyes are still locked on one another’s. There’s no denying our chemistry or the pull we have for each other. I hate that my note disappeared, that I was left wondering if he even cared, and for him to have felt the same sort of emotion. It makes me want to crumble into a fit of tears, except Tysen, who I now know is Tysen Vaughn, is here in front of me, and he’s making me come alive in the best way possible.

“So close. God, I’m so close,” I respond as he slams his digits in and out of my tight center. Tysen is stretching me, filling me with his thick fingers that aren’t even as big as his cock. I’ll never forget when I first came into contact with him. My eyes bulged wondering how he’d fit inside me. He saw the expression on my face, smirked, and then told me to hold on. He proceeded to use his mouth and fingers, getting me off as fast as he could, leaving me wanting more. Never in my life did I ever experience what I have and am experiencing now with Tysen.

“Get there, babe,” he groans. His jaw tightens, his corded muscles flex, and through it all, he doesn’t miss a beat. My hand slackens its hold on his dick, unable to keep up while my orgasm rolls through me. I’m no longer able to keep my gaze on his. My head tips back, my mouth parts, and I’m shattered.

“Tysen,” I breathe out his name in a too-loud sob. I’m completely and totally done for. Everything I’ve done in our time apart, using my fingers or my toys, has never amounted to this amount of pleasure. It’s never left me tired down to my bones and completely sated.

Tysen’s fingers slowly leave my trembling body, and while I’m still floating in a sea of sensations, I somehow manage to pull myself together enough when I feel his fingers tighten their grip on the flesh of my thigh. I’m captivated when I see the show he’s giving me. His hand is wrapped around his length, stroking it while using the wetness from me to guide his path. It’s hot, so goddamn hot that my pussy contracts, grasping for a piece of him when all it’s getting is air.

“Goddamn.” The deep groan echoes in the bathroom. I put my hand over his on my thigh and do the same with the one he has gliding up and down and twisting his wrist when he meets the tip.

“That’s so hot.” I lick my lips, wishing like hell he’d kiss me, except then I’d lose the view, and that’s the last thing I want. His body is a work of art, the way he’s exuding a dominance that vibrates in his presence.

“Spread, babe. About to paint your cunt.” He stops all movement except for our hands. I do as he says, leaning back, spreading as wide as possible, and wait for him. My panties are stretched past their limits, leaving my center open and waiting for him. “Christ, look at you. Wet and greedy. Been too damn long since I’ve been inside you.” I’m almost tempted to ask him to fuck me, to take me raw, and to forget everything else.

Tysen’s eyes fall shut with a grunt. It’s deep and throaty. My eyes cascade down his body, watching as one heavy spurt lands on the lips of my pussy, then another meets the same fate except it’s on my mound, and when his hand lets go of his dick, I do the same. He continues coming all over me, the tops of my thighs, and the inside of them, too. The majority, though, is coating my center. When I look down, my wetness glistens with his, and it causes my body to ripple with desire.

“Want you to wear me but also know that might get uncomfortable. We’re also going to talk about you getting sick. Not liking that one bit, and I’m pissed at myself for not controlling my dick until we talked.” I go to interject to tell him I’m fine when he continues, “I’m cleaning you up. We’ll talk, but I don’t regret losing myself and getting you off. Hottest fucking thing I’ve seen since the last time, the way you light up for me. I’ll have that again, real soon.” Tysen moves away, rummaging through a cabinet until he comes away with a washcloth. Then he goes through the process of turning the water on, checking the temperature, and then proceeds to clean me up before he even worries about himself. I remain silent, watching as he takes care of me, a swipe here, rinsing the cloth out, and repeating the process.

“I’m not sick, Tys, promise. And you’re not the only one who wants it again.” When he’s done cleaning the mess he created, he helps me off the counter and adjusts my clothes. My panties are a mess, and while he may have cleaned me up, there’s no fixing his cum splattering the fabric.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he grunts out, then makes quick work of cleaning himself off, and I notice his cock is still thick and heavy, much like it was the last night we were together. I make a noise in the back of my throat, mourning the loss of the sight of his cock. There’s something to be said about seeing a man all buttoned up yet completely undone at the hands of a woman.

“I’m serious. I think it’s the altitude, and I just need to adjust. Yesterday, I was fine.” I shrug my shoulders then pull my skirt down, adjusting it to where I don’t look freshly fucked. Too bad the wrinkles will more than likely be a dead giveaway, especially to Samuel.

“Still taking you to the doctor once we’re back in Florida,” Tysen says, using that voice where he means business. I roll my eyes and ignore it, for now. We can bicker about it later. A wave of exhaustion hits me. Tysen being Tysen notices the yawn I can’t suppress and shakes his head. “Come on. I’d rather you rest in a bed, but since the McCarthys will be coming back, it looks like it’s the couch for us.” I look longingly at the bed one last time.

“I shouldn’t even be tired, except I am. So, I’ll take you up on the couch and text Samuel to see if he’ll bring us something back from the deli.” After losing everything I had inside of me, hunger is starting to form in the pit of my belly.

Tysen wraps his arm around my body from behind and walks me through the bathroom after making sure the room is cleaned up from our romp.

He really is a man who takes care of every last detail. “I’ll text him. Your ass is getting horizontal,” he murmurs in my ear, doing the exact opposite of making me want to sleep.

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