Page 21 of The Note
Except hedidslow down, the fucker, at least long enough to tease me senseless.
He sat back so his pajama-covered ass rode the length of my cock and I moaned loud and long.
“God, Gus,” Tyler groaned. “You feel so good. And the sounds you make…”
“Off,” I commanded, tugging at the hem of his shirt, because fair was fair.
Except once he’d tossed his shirt off the bed like mine, all his gorgeous sunshine-gold skin was on full display and I nearly swallowed my tongue. He was perfect, every inch of him, like some benevolent god had covered him head to toe in warm honey. I trailed my fingers up from his stomach to his throat, and then rested them there, feeling the jackrabbit punch of his pulse, letting his arousal heighten my own.
He shivered and looked down at me with hooded eyes, then shifted back to sit on my knees. Bracing himself against my chest, he bent down to kiss my stomach… and then moved lower.
My breath stuttered when he pulled my boxers down and my cock sprang free, but Tyler seemed stunned.
“Oh, Gus,” he said reverently, wrapping his hand around the length and jacking me gently with one hand while cupping my balls with the other. “You’re making my mouth water.”
“I know the feel— Oh, Jesus,fuck, Tyler!” I cried as his lips —those perfect fucking lips— wrapped around me and he swallowed me down in one fell swoop.
I don’t know why it was shocking that he was so good at this. I mean, Tyler wasn’t a virgin in any way, shape, or form, and I knew it. But I guess I’d always thought life worked a certain way, you know? You can’t haveeverything. There’s always some good with the bad. Nothing works out exactly right. So it was beyond my conception to think that I could have amazing sexandTyler, let alone amazing sexwith Tyler.That Tyler Turnbull could be looking at me like thatandsucking my cock like a goddamn champion.
Apparently it was time to rethink some of my ideas about life.
If I didn’t die first.
My head twisted back into the pillow as my back bowed. I wanted to watch, but I couldn’t make myself. I wanted to thread my fingers through his hair, but I couldn’t get them to unclench from their grip on the sheets. It was like my brain was on hiatus.Pardon us, all circuits are busy right now.
“Tyler!God. You’ve gotta stop, baby. Unless you want this to be over right now, because I’m gonna…”
But he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down or hesitate. He made this needy little noise in his throat that vibrated around my dick, and God almighty, I could feel the orgasm starting in mytoes.My legs went stiff, my hips bucked up, and I screamed his name as I came so hard I swear I could hear church bells ringing. Again.
Tyler took his time cleaning me up, running his tongue up the length of me as I shivered and panted and stared at him like he was a dream come true, because he was. He grinned at me and I smiled back, utterly lost in him, utterly besotted…
And then the bells sounded again.
Tyler shut his eyes and groaned, but not in a good way.
“That’s Marissa’s tone,” he said apologetically. He looked down at my chest, at his own dick, and then at me, torn. “This is the third time she’s called.”
“Answer the phone, tell her you’ll take care of it in a minute, and come back,” I said. I traced the outline of his cock with my fingers. “It’s my turn.”
He bit his lip — which, Christ on a cracker, was going to get me hard pretty much every time I saw it from now on. “Promise?”
“I’m here as long as you want me,” I said, repeating my earlier words, and this time Tyler nodded and swung off the bed.
“Marissa,” he said, the second he swiped the screen on. “Listen, I’m sorry about last night. The wine was really… What? What do you mean, supplier issues?” Tyler listened for a second, shaking his head. “What an utter asshat. Doesn’t that florist know how terrible this publicity could be for his business?” he demanded.
He sounded ready to ride out and kick ass, despite his bedhead, pajama pants, and rampant erection, and I couldn’t help but grin.
Tyler’s gaze came to mine, and he narrowed his eyes like he didn’t appreciate my amusement. When he reached down and pushed against himself, biting his lip, I suddenly forgot what had been so funny.
I swung my legs off the bed and stalked toward him.
Tyler took a step back and shook his head fervently, pointing at the phone. But I wasn’t going to disturb his call.
Much.
Once I’d crowded him against the wall, I sank to my knees in front of him and pulled his pajama pants down.
“You can’t!” Tyler hissed. Then remembering that he was on the phone, he cleared his throat and said, “Uh. I said…Youcan’tlet yourself get all upset right now, Marissa! It’s the day before your wedding!”
