Page 48 of Whirlwind
“Damn,” I whisper.
“You like that?”
“It doesn’t suck,” I say, and his head falls back, eyes closing.
“Oh my God,” he groans, his hand working up and down his cock. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him if I tried. But why the hell would I try something so stupid? He moves slightly faster, his other hand moving to cup his balls. This live action is better than any porn I’ve watched. I get fidgety, shifting my weight from hip to hip when the tingling sensations get to be too much. “You need to touch yourself, Kit?”
“How do you know everything?” I ask with a mixture of surprise and urgency as I push my hand into my underwear. “Oh, fuck.”
It’s a sweet relief when my fingers start circling my clit.
“Beautiful,” Tyson mutters. His eyes move all over me, never straying from my face for too long. “Find your rhythm, Kit. I’ll follow.”
Tyson rises, his heels digging into the bed. The muscles in his thighs flex, and it brings me a step closer to climax. I could watch him for hours and never last mere minutes. I slip my finger down and in. A whimper escapes me, and Tyson licks his lips.
“Tyson.”
“I’m here. Right here with you, Kit. Get yourself there.”
I insert another finger, picking up my pace while grinding against the heel of my hand. Reaching out with my other hand, I wrap it around Tyson’s. I’m not helping him get off so much as feeling the power of him doing it himself.
It’s all it takes to tip me over the edge, shaking through my climax while I watch his semen escape the tip of his cock. His cum falls into the ditches I had my tongue on only moments ago. I want it there again.
“Fuck, Kit.” We’re both breathing heavier by the time our movements slow. Sweat glistens on his chest, and I find even that sexy as sin. Everything about him is sexy, in this moment. “You okay?”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes. It isn’t humor, though—it’s tearful, it’s joyful.
It’s fucking healing, even as it turns somewhat manic.
Immediately, Tyson’s arms wrap around me. He pulls me to him, cradling me against his chest, soothing a hand over my head as my laughter mixed with sobs escape me.
“It’s all right,” Tyson whispers repeatedly into the crown of my head. “Let it out.”
He doesn’t stop petting or whispering until I’ve regulated my breath and my tears have slowed.
“That was the best moment of my life,” I’m finally able to say after a minute or two. “I’m sorry if I freaked you out. I never really thought I’d have this experience.”
“I’ll help you experience whatever you want to in life, Kit,” he says before bringing my fingers up to his mouth and sucking them in. His tongue works around them as he hums in pleasure.
This man’s understanding ways are going to be the death of me.
Or maybe he’s going to help me finally live my life.
“I was going to steal your T-shirt and wear it home, but I think the neighbors might look at me funny if I cross the street in a jizz-stained alien-ass shirt,” I say after a few more minutes, when I realize what the dampness between us is.
“If you look deeper in the closet, there’s one that saysI’d rather have serotonin than this huge cock. You could take that one instead.”
“Zan said they played with the new, improved stat tracker on the way back from Florida.” Willa and I are having a girls’ night. For us, that means pizza in front of trashy reality television. “All the guys were really impressed. He said even Hugo, who hates most technology, loved how user-friendly it is.”
“That’s good. That was the goal, anyway. Mostly, all I did was build in a better stat tracker and suggest they update the user interface so it wasn’t as confusing for basic users.”
“You shrug it off like it’s the easiest thing in the world,” she says, laughing.
“Well, it’s not exactly hard.”
“And yet, they didn’t have it before you agreed to take on the task.”
“Shove another piece of that pie in your mouth and quit blowing smoke up my ass.”
