Page 109 of Every Broken Promise
All I could do was bite my lip.
Our sexual tension was about to explode—I could feel it.
“Let’s head back,” I whispered, hating that my voice sounded as needy as I felt.
The car ride was intense. Even with the music he had put on, it didn’t do anything to dissipate the sexual tension that was choking us.
Halfway home, Ty’s hand came to rest on my thigh. If that wasn’t enough to make me squirm, the asshole kept sliding it up and down, each time going higher and higher. He was pushing my boundaries. The asshole was testing my restraint, and I was too weak to stop him.
Heat spread through my body as his fingers began to grace my pussy. There was no thinking or hesitating this time when I let my legs open up more for him. I almost moaned when his fingers touched my core. That’s how turned on I was.
“You think I can make you come like this?” he questioned me in a husky tone.
I was sure he could, although I didn’t let him know that. We were close to town, and there was a trail right by the entrance. Since it was dark, no one would be there, and I assumed that was where we would be headed.
“Yes, but I’d rather have you inside of me.”
He groaned.
“You’re killing me, beautiful,” he confessed as he turned into the trails.
Excitement coursed through me as he found a spot to park in.
Maybe not all had been lost, and some teenage fantasies could still be salvaged. Teenage couples had been coming here for years. Younger me had a fantasy of losing my virginity in the back of the shared truck Adam and Ty had. I hadn’t been picky, though. It had been here or in the woods by Zeke’s bar.
“Doesn’t it feel like we’re young again?” I asked him, caught up in the nostalgia. “Sneaking around town.”
A soft smile graced his features. Every time he looked at me, I felt cherished.
“I do have my own space, but you’ve refused.”
Did I make him feel bad because he lived with his dad? That was the last thing I wanted him to feel. I thought it was very sweet he had not left Mr. Kane alone. And he had his own space and privacy. My hang-up wasn’t even that he lived at home. It all came down to the fact that I was scared.
“I’m still scared,” I confessed.
Ty reached out to play with my hair.
“I know.”
“I don’t want to keep holding back,” I told him with a sly grin and headed for the back seat.
Tyler smacked my ass as I did so, causing a shiver to go down my spine. He quickly followed after me. Why hadn’t I just gone to sleep at his house? There was nothing sexy about two adults taking off their pants in the back seat of a truck.
The things I did for some dick. Some really, really good dick.
Tyler pulled me toward him so I could straddle him. His hands immediately landed on my hips, and he began to play with my piercings.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yeah,” I breathed.
I could feel his dick poking my ass, but he was in no hurry to put it in yet, and neither was I. Instead, I began to pepper kissesall over his face while he reached inside my tank top and undid my bra strap.
Once he unclasped it, he pulled down the straps of my tank top, leaving me practically naked.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped as he leaned to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue moved in lazy circles.
“Ty,” I whimpered as I pulled on his hair.
