Page 60 of Every Broken Promise
The hand around my waist loosened, and even though it was what I had asked for, it didn’t make me feel any better. Just as I was about to get up, Tyler gripped my hips and pulled me back toward him.
Goosebumps covered my arms as I felt his erection against my ass.
“W-w-what are you doing?” I managed to utter.
“This is what you do to me,” he said against the shell of my ear.
My wiggling was instinctual and not because I wanted to rub his erection. A low hiss escaped Ty’s lips.
“Liar. It was never a problem before,” I exclaimed once I gathered my wits.
Tyler let out a humorless laugh that vibrated on my neck. A shiver went down my spine at the stimulation. Tyler noticed this and pulled me even closer, grinding his erection on me. His left arm moved so it spanned over my belly.
My breath hitched, and he took that as an invitation to keep going. It was torture the way his hand splayed over my belly. His fingers began to rub circles against my piercings and I had to bite my lip so I wouldn’t moan.
Tyler’s breath sounded heavier as he touched them. Heat spread through me the moment his fingertips began to move into the waistband of my pants.
“It was always a problem, beautiful. Why do you think I stopped staying over?”
I couldn’t breathe.
It was the overstimulation of his fingers slowly working their way down my pants and the lies that dripped from his lips that had me feeling strung out. All I could do was shake my head at his words.
“Does this feel like a lie to you, Astrid?” he taunted as he ground his hips against me. This time I couldn’t hold back my moan.
“Fuck,” he cursed. His fingertips were teasing the edge of my panties. “Are you wet for me, beautiful?”
I was, and in a few seconds he would feel just how wet I was.
I had to be dreaming, right? There was no way this was real life.
Ty shifted behind me. His leg wedged between us, forcing me to spread my legs for him so he would have more room.
I let out a needy whimper.
“You’re fucking killing me, Astrid,” his words were gruff against my cheeks. His lips hovered on my skin. His scruff tickled in the best way. “I imagined this a thousand times. The last time I slept over, we were so close…” His husky voice had me holding my breath. Finally, one of his fingers began to stroke my pussy. “You’re soaked, beautiful.”
“Oh God.”
My whimper seemed to spur him on.
In an instant he maneuvered us so that I now laid under him. One of his hands was still inside of my pants while he held himself up with the other.
My eyes met his and the sight of him wasn’t something I would be forgetting anytime soon. His green eyes were so dark they took my breath away. It was a look I never thought would be directed at me.
One single digit slowly penetrated me. His jaw clenched as I spread my legs so he could go deeper.
“I’m going to make you say my name over and over again until it’s all you can say,” he vowed sternly. “You’re going to say it so much, you’re going to lose your fucking voice.”
He pulled back and then pushed his finger back in.
“Fuck,”I hissed.
My pants needed to come off now.
Ty rose on his knees, leaned down, and held on to my chin with his other hand. At that moment, there was nothing playful about him; it was sheer masculine beauty.
“You should have never denied me my name, beautiful girl.”
