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She gave it.“More.Right there.There,”she cried out, just as he circled her clit.He stayed right where he was, repeating the move once, then again.Chloe’s fingers knotted harder in his hair, making him work her faster in return.He felt dizzy, drunk on the taste of her, and when she started to rock against his mouth, he dipped one hand lower, pressing up into her pussy with a finger.
Her back arched, her tight inner muscles clenching down as she cried out, and he wasn’t going to let her go.
“I can feel how much you need it,” he said, adding another finger to fill her as he slid his tongue over her clit again, faster now.“Come, Chloe.Come on my tongue.”
For a brief second, she was completely still.But then, she thrust against his mouth, a pleasured cry spilling past her lips as she started to shake, and Tyler had never heard or seen anything so sexy.He guided her through each tremble and sound, changing his movements to make them softer with each one, until finally, he pulled back from her completely.He could feel her eyes on him, even as her body grew slack and her stare drifted into a dreamy gaze.
“That…that…” Chloe pressed her fingertips to her mouth, her feet just the slightest bit unsteady.Tyler stood, bracketing her body with one arm by her rib cage, just in case.Concern edged past the haze that had taken over his brain—was she alright?Overwhelmed?Had he unintentionally crossed some sort of line?
“Are you okay?”he asked.
Her head shake sent a bolt of worry through him that he worked very hard to conceal.“No,” she said.“I am mind-blown.I am ecstatic.I am also eighty percent sure I can’t feel my legs.But I am definitely, assuredly, not ‘okay’.”
A laugh startled out of him.“Glad we met the goal.”
“Technically, we didn’t,” Chloe said, her pretty blue eyes dropping pointedly to the now manageable but still present hard-on pressing an outline against his jeans.“Yet.”
Tyler would murder himself for this later, he knew, but he had to say it.“We don’t have to.If you feel like this is too impulsive?—”
She cut him off with a hard, fast press of her mouth.“It is impulsive.It’s wild and hot and exactly what I want.So, if you still want it, too”—Chloe pulled back to give him a saucy, glittering stare in the soft light spilling in from the living room—“then come give me more of what I need.”
With that, she turned on her heel and walked her perfect, naked ass down the hallway to her bedroom.
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Chloe was drunk on sex endorphins.Or maybe she was drunk on the absolute empowerment she’d felt watching Tyler give her an orgasm that she was pretty sure had shifted gravity.Either way, something really brazen had just taken control of her mouth, and rather than feeling self-conscious like she probably should, she felt strong.Good.Right.
That feeling turned into something a whole lot hotter when she realized that—thank you, thank you, thank you, God—Tyler was right behind her.He snaked an arm around her waist, his callused fingers creating enough friction to light her up without being too rough, and heat reignited between her thighs.
“Oh, hi,” Chloe said, smiling against his mouth as he kissed her.“Fancy meeting you here.”
His smile back tasted like sin.“I had the nicest invite.C’mere.”
He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, and she opened up for him without even thinking.She pressed her hands over his shoulders, her heart tripping at the combination of hard muscles and smooth skin, and okay, yeah, this wasn’t going to be enough.
“Ohhh,” she said, although it was more of a sound than anything else.How could he possibly feel even hotter than he looked?“Okay, you’re really…can I, um, take a second, here?”
Tyler froze.“We can slow down,” he started, but Chloe shook her head.
“No, no.I don’t want to slow down.I want”—she paused for a breath, and fuck it—“you’re just really,reallybeautiful, and we’re only doing this once, so I want to touch you.”
A breath of surprise filled the space between them, and he chased it with a smile that made Chloe’s knees wobble.“Oh.Well, in that case, be my guest.”
He held up his hands, and she didn’t wait for even a second.Flattening her palms, she took in his shoulders, then the tight curve of his biceps.She let her touch linger over the center of his chest, the pulse of his heart steady and strong beneath her fingers, before moving lower over the rock-hard plane of his abs.
A laugh tumbled out of him, making Chloe laugh, too.“Sorry.Wait, are you ticklish?”
“No,” he said, then readjusted to accommodate the truth.“Not everywhere.”
A swish of heat ignited in her belly.“Ah.So, this is okay?”She hovered her hands over the top of his jeans, only making contact after he nodded.
“And this?”
Tyler exhaled, hard and dark, at the slide of her fingers to his hips.“Yes.”
“And…” She skimmed the outline of his cock over his jeans, her touch barely a whisper.
He ground out a curse that didn’t deter her and wasn’t meant to.“Yes.Fuck, yes.”
