Page 61 of Under Pressure

He shuts the door behind him, turning me around and pressing me against this door now, his fingers going for the hem of my shirt. I slide down until my feet touch the floor and bring my arms above my head so he can drag it off, followed by my bra. He bends his head down, his tongue lovingly circling my nipple, gently lapping at it.

How can he make me go from zero to sixty that quickly?

I hold his head to my chest for long minutes as he switches back and forth between my breasts, until I’m panting, pressing my hips senselessly into his for relief.

He kneels down, his face even with my belly, and looks up at me, toying with the button of my jeans.

“Please,” I whisper.

A wicked grin spreads across his face as he unbuttons me, pulling the zipper down slowly, and peels my jeans off. He nuzzles his nose into my panties, inhaling deeply.

I close my eyes, sinking against the door. Oh God, I can only imagine what I must smell like. He has to know how turned on I am. How wet I am for him already.

He must like it, though, because he presses soft kisses to the area, the contact so close to what I actually need. He knows exactly what he’s doing, a faint grin on his face as I sneak a peek at him from lowered lashes.

“You like watching?” he drawls, languidly pushing my panties aside and giving one long, slow lick.

My hips buck involuntarily, needing him as I’ve never needed anything else in my life. “I—” I start to automatically deny it, then pause. We’ve both already agreed this is a mutually beneficial arrangement. What’s the sense in denying that I want every bit of pleasure he can give me? “I like seeing you kneeling between my legs,” I tell him, my voice wavering slightly, nerves getting to me.

Are you seriously trying to dirty talk? Don’t scare him off—

“What else do you like?” he asks, his movements still slow and methodical, cutting off that crippling inner voice.

My breaths pick up as he gently circles my clit with his tongue. “I like how you always make sure I enjoy what you’re doing.”

“What?” He leans back, the sensual daze clearing out of his eyes.

See, you’ve done it now.

“Never mind.” I pull his head to where I want it again. Okay, apparently that’s not sexy talk. “I liked last time when you kind of… held me in place.” I grab his hands and position them over my hip bones, bolstering me against the door. “It was like you couldn’t get enough of me. Needed to keep me there.”

“You like being at my mercy?”

I shudder at the intense look in his eyes. I wouldn’t put it that way necessarily, but… “Yes.”

He drags my panties off me, placing his hands back in the same position, his thumbs coming down to part me.

“You ready to get wild?”

“Yes.” I weave my fingers through the silky strands of his hair, holding him in place the same as he’s doing to me.

“Let me know what you like.” He gives little licks to my clit, my hips jerking with each one. “Moan for me, pull my hair, do what feels natural.”

Oh, I can definitely do that.

He sinks his tongue in me then, making me groan aloud. “Yeeeessss. I like that. And that swirly thing… yeah, that.” I position myself so I’m more open to him, hitching a foot up on his shoulder. I don’t even care what I look like anymore, I just need him to keep using that magical tongue.

He’s the first guy to ever go down on me, but I swear there’s no way this can be normal. He’s so into it, like he’s truly savoring me, which in turn only ratchets my desire higher. Kelsey talks about her conquests often, but she’s never said much about oral. Maybe she’s never been with a guy who was skilled at it.

Or maybe it’s just the connection between me and Tyler.

I stroke my fingers through his hair, restlessness building inside me as my body craves more. “Tyler,” I pant, tugging at the strands. He moans, his hands coming up to grip my ass as my supporting leg falters, until he’s practically holding me up, my head back against the door, eyes closed, barely able to process anything other than how good he’s making me feel, how much I want to—

“Oh God, right there.” I thrust my hips toward his mouth as the climax builds, moaning incoherently as it finally breaks, my body shaking, trembling, as I come back down.

He slowly pulls away from me, his eyes burning bright, so full of lust it’s hard to look at.

I put that look there. I got him that turned on. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders as he straightens and easily picks me up, bringing me over to my bed to gently place me on the duvet.

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