Page 62 of Spark
He held her closer.“Right here, baby.”
As proof, he dragged his tongue over her collarbone, and Chloe’s fingers moved up into his hair, knotting in the soft strands.The encouragement seemed to light something inside of him, and the next thing she knew, they were moving, her walking backward with him guiding the way until her ass bumped the arm of the couch.
“That’s better,” Tyler said, his voice a notch above a whisper and loaded with pleasured intent.Using the leverage to his advantage, he pushed a thigh between hers, parting her knees as he slid a hand under the hem of her dress.
“So much better,” she agreed.His fingers skimmed upward, heating a path from the outside of her knee all the way to her hip before landing on the lacy edge of her panties and making him groan.
“And I thought this dress was fucking killing me.”
Chloe responded by reaching into the sliver of space between them, yanking his shirt from his pants and starting to unbutton it as fast as her trembling hands would let her.“I’m pretty sure all clothes are very overrated right now.”
Tyler shrugged out of it the second she had the buttons free, and she didn’t waste the opportunity to run her hands over his chest, greedily remembering every taut muscle.Hard, flat pecs.The soft sprinkling of just enough gold-blond chest hair to make her mouth water.Tightly packed abdominal muscles with a happy trail leading toward the outlineof hisvery-happy-to-see-her cock, and Tyler was right.They’d been crazy to think once would have ever been enough.
Chloe’s nipples tightened, tugging a direct line of want to her center, and this time, she was the one moving.With her hands at his waistband, she pulled him forward, flattening her palms over his shoulders to push him to the couch.He grabbed onto her waist to bring her along for the ride, her dress rucking up around her hips as she straddled his lap, barely breaking their kiss.
“Less clothes,” Tyler said, the words vibrating against her mouth.Chloe couldn’t have been more on board, and with two swift tugs, both her bra and her dress—thank God she’d gone with something drapey and one-sleeved—were around her waist.
He didn’t waste a single second.His hands were everywhere, tracing up and down her rib cage, moving over her shoulders, then hooking beneath her arms to angle her closer.Want raced down her spine, her breath collapsing out of her in a sound she’d never heard herself make, and Tyler looked up at her, his eyes dark with intensity and full-blown lust.
“Chloe.”Somehow, he managed to make the two syllables sound like a prayer.He exhaled on a rumble, cupping one breast in his palm while pressing forward to draw her other nipple past his lips.Her spine arched, her whole body seeking more contact, more friction, more everything.
And Tyler was right there to give it.Rolling one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he licked the other with firm, hot flicks of his tongue, driving her just shy of crazy before switching sides.Chloe’s whole body hummed, twin threads of pleasure and anticipation tangling together.He dropped one hand to grip her hip at the same time he thrust his own hips to meet her body, and oh God, oh God, how could she want every single part of him so much?
Her hands knotted in his hair, holding him steady as she thrust back, again and again.The triangle of lace sliding hot between her thighs was far past damp, dragging over her clit and making her pussy ache with every glide of their bodies, and when Tyler slipped a hand between them to pull the fabric aside and replace it with his thumb, she was already halfway over the edge.
“Fuck,” he grated out, the intensity in his voice making Chloe’s heart slam.“I can feel how much you want it.But you don’t have to chase it, baby.Let me give it to you.”A turn of his wrist had his forefinger buried deep and her body on fire.“I’m right here.Let me give you what you need.”
Her pulse burst like fireworks, knocking at her throat as she closed her eyes and let go.Sensation and pleasure and pure, bright want blurred together in her belly, her clit throbbing and the rest of her coiled tight.Tyler pressed his thumb harder, using his opposite hand to rock her hips into the contact.Another finger joined the first in the snug space of her pussy, and when he crooked them to reach some spot inside of her that she’d never known existed, her breath flew out in a needful cry.
“Oh.Oh.Don’t ever stop doing that,” she said.He anchored himself into place, taking charge of her hips and guiding her exactly where she needed to go, rolling and lifting and circling—there, there,rightthere at the very heart of her—until she started to shake.Chloe’s orgasm didn’t come in waves as much as it just crashed into her all in one go, zero to completely fucking undone.Tyler was right there with her, working her through every second until she slumped forward, her forehead on his.He adjusted their bodies to place both hands at her waist, holding her steady as she reclaimed her breath.
But as soon as she did, she became keenly aware of his cock, rock-hard against her inner thigh, and she shifted back to find the button and zipper on his jeans.
Tyler exhaled in a gravel-covered moan.“Chloe.”
Another benediction that turned her heart into a wild thing in her chest.She pushed his jeans, now undone, lower over his hips.With efficient movements from both of them, everything except his boxer briefs found the floor, and Chloe stood to fully shed her bra and dress.Tyler reached for her, but she side-stepped him neatly, returning not to his lap, but to her knees in front of him.
His eyes went wide, dark, stormy blue in the moonlight and streetlights spilling in past her blinds.This time, when he said her name, it was all hunger, and she pressed forward, parting his muscular thighs with both palms.
“I want to give you whatyouneed,” she said, heat reviving low at the base of her spine as his cock jerked.She dusted her fingers over him in one feather-light circuit before her impatience won out and she delved past the barrier of his boxer briefs.
“Ah,” Tyler hissed, more sound than word.One hand fell to her shoulder, very, very gently, while the other fisted his boxer briefs, knuckles white.But now it was her turn to give him everything, so she wrapped her fingers around his cock and leaned in closer still.His ragged exhale sent pleasure spilling through her, and Chloe drew her tongue down his length with a smile.
His body went bowstring tight.His knees fell wider, the hand on her shoulder drifting up to her hair as she licked her way back up, then parted her lips over the crown of his cock.
The swear he let out was filthy and primal, and it made Chloe feel like a goddess.“Your mouth is so fucking hot.Yes,like that.”
He arched when she took him deeper, his fingers knotting in her hair.Anticipation moved through her, a hot, hard pang, and she repeated the motion, testing the way.Tyler’s muscles flexed in response, his corded thighs like iron beneath her fingertips and his body knotted with pent-up need that Chloe wanted nothing more than to fill.She worked his cock slowly, at first, with short, shallow strokes of her mouth, then faster.Deeper.Harder, until his whole body coiled like a spring being pressed way down.
“Please,” she said, pulling back only far enough to look at him, and God, he wasgorgeousso close to the edge like this.“Let me give you what you need, Tyler.”
His arms were under hers, hauling her back into his lap in a single move before she could blink.“Then come here and ride my cock.Let me fuck you until you come.”He grabbed a condom from his wallet, sheathing himself in quick motions.“Because what I need isyou,Chloe.Your mouth, making my favorite fucking sounds.Your pussy, gripping me tight.Owning me.You.”
The intensity in his stare stole her breath.Still, she moved toward him like a magnet, the pull as impossible to resist as gravity itself.“I need you, too,” she whispered.“Please.”
For a single second, they sat there, chest to chest, eyes locked in something so strong, Chloe felt it in the parts of her that would never see daylight.And then, Tyler pressed up, nudging his cock inside of her while she parted her legs to take him deep, and nothing else mattered—nothing else existed—but him.
“So tight,” he breathed, his hands finding her hips, holding her steady.Chloe released a breath, letting her body adjust to the pressure that had just invaded every last one of her senses.Tyler’s eyes were fixed on the shadowy spot between them, right where his cock was buried, and the emotion on his face sent a feeling through her she couldn’t name.
