Page 25 of Simply Irresistible
I looked back to Melanie and she took a step towards me. There was heat in her eyes, probably the same heat that was in my eyes.
Another step.
That was all it took.
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Melanie
Tyler and I were a mess of lips and hands and tongues.
His hands went straight for my shoulders, sliding the straps of my bra down my arms. My hands felt up his pecs and down the ridges of his abs. He worked out a lot, and I loved feeling the hot benefits under my fingertips. Our mouths were fused together, breathing each other in and tasting each other’s wants. With a groan, Tyler pushed me back so I landed on his bed. He crawled over me, and his forearms framed my face as he looked into my eyes.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Say the words, Melanie,” he demanded. His voice was rough, full of need. Need for me. I’d never felt so powerful.
“Yes, I want this, Tyler. I need you.” I emphasized my point by lifting my hips to meet his. I let out a small moan when my sensitive parts met his very hard parts.
He kissed me again, then rose to his knees. He was still straddling my legs when he pulled me up so I was sitting flush against him, then he reached his hands around my back to unclasp my bra. He pulled it off, tossing it onto our growing clothes pile on the floor. He pushed me back down onto the bed and looked down at me for a moment. I about came out of my skin when he reached his hand into his boxer briefs and squeezed.
“I want to fuck you so bad.”
“What are you waiting for?” I asked, grabbing the backs of his strong thighs and pulling him back down on top of me. I loved the feel of his weight on me, the pressure…
Tyler kissed me as he ran his hands down to my hips and pushed my panties down. I helped wriggle them the rest of the way off. Then I did the same with his boxers, feeling the length of him hit my upper thigh as he kicked his shorts off each foot. It was big and heavy, and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me. Tyler ran a finger through my wet center, and I spread my legs, letting him know I was more than ready for him. I rocked my hips as he dipped and rubbed, teasing me to the point of squirming.
“Please, Tyler.”
He let out a dark chuckle before reaching for the drawer of his nightstand. He ripped the foil wrapper open with his teeth. I laughed as he spit out the piece he’d torn off, but my humor quickly turned to desire as I watched him roll the condom on. God, he was beautiful.
He moved back down and kissed me, one hand holding my breast while the other hand lined him up with my opening. I gasped when he pressed inside, feeling every single inch of him.
“Mel, you’re so tight.”
“You feel so good,” I told him, rocking my hips against him. I lifted myself up and nipped at his chest, kissing and licking him playfully, trying to get to his nipple. He tasted salty, like fresh sweat and something sweeter. He groaned and began pumping himself in and out at a steady pace, causing me to fall back onto the bed. He kissed my mouth, nipped my earlobe, then licked his way down to my breasts. He paid each nipple proper attention before returning to my mouth where he picked up the pace. “Oh, Tyler!”
“Do you like that?” he asked when his thumb found my clit, moving in a circular motion that was dizzying.
“Yes,” I panted. “I’m going to come. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” He leaned in and kissed me again as he pumped harder. I called out his name as a series of tiny explosions burst from within me. My body radiated pleasure from my center all the way out to my curled toes and clenched fists. I saw stars behind my eyelids as I vibrated with my release.
His pace quickened even more before he let out a feral grow and jerked inside of me as he came. He collapsed on top of me, our sweaty messy bodies sticking to each other as we kissed, coming down from the ultimate high we’d just experienced.
“It’s never beenthatgood,” I confessed, speaking of the orgasm that nearly blacked me out.
“For me, either,” he said, his voice muffled since his face was in the pillow over my shoulder. I laughed and pushed him off me. He got up and discarded the condom and wrapper in his small bathroom. Then he returned, lying down beside me. I snuggled up against him and closed my eyes.
***
“Wait,” I said, holding up my hand. We were lying on our backs on Tyler’s bed, our heads sharing a pillow and our legs tangled up in the sheets after round two. The sheets were damp with our sweat and the room held the musty scent of sex. We were in the middle of a deep discussion about the benefits of late-night Chinese delivery when something occurred to me. “Why haven’t you ever told Preston what a shit Roger is?”
“I keep my professional life and my personal life separate.”
I lifted my head and looked at him, a confused expression on my face. “But he makes your work life miserable, and he doesn’t do his job.Youdo his job.” He’d confessed that to me weeks ago after he’d had an awful day at work. I couldn’t believe that Roger got away with even more than the rumors had let on.
“He’ll get what’s coming to him eventually.”
