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She shivered, and I shoved her back on me. Her mouth easily accepted me even with as large as I was. I tried not to think of all the men she’d gone down on to be this goodbecause I’d had my fair share of blowjobs, enough for me to know what I liked. But the thought still spurred the fire in me, and I steadied her head, owning her mouth like it was the last thing that would ever be around me again. Her manicured nails dug into my thighs, and I yanked her from me, knowing I was close to coming and her gags were about to drive me over the edge.
The line of spit that followed quickly washed away leaving only water droplets that hung like sexy beads from her bottom lip. She reached up and pushed my hand away, giving me a determined look before she grasped my dick and dropped over it, her head moving in rhythmic bobs that drove me crazy. I threw my other hand out and held on as she took control, taking me so deep and hard that it sent me over the edge. My fingers dug into the tiled wall, and my pelvis thrust as I dropped my hand and shoved her into me with each rush of release that gripped me until there was nothing left.
Letting her head go, I tried to catch my breath. Her eyes were on me, a glint of amusement in them while she swallowed in an exaggerated fashion. The water was splashing over her as her tongue swept out and she brought her finger to her lips, wiping the corner of her mouth seductively before she opened her mouth to show me she’d swallowed it all. Shit, she was something. She tipped her mouth up and held her tongue out to let the shower water fill her mouth, then swallowed it.
The move had me growing hard again, and I knew as drained as she’d left me, I wanted more of her. I grabbed her by the neck and brought her up, slamming her against the wall and tearing her dress from her. My hand scooped her leg up to protect her ankle while I sucked her nipple into my mouth. With the moan that came from her and the sensation of her fingers sinking into my hair, I could barely think. My need for her was so intense that I didn’t know if I could ever stop touching her. I hated how easily she broke me, how desperately I wanted her, how much deeper Iwas falling with every touch, every look, every taste of her. And as I took her again, I didn’t want to imagine not hearing my name fall from her lips as she came undone for me every night for the rest of my life.
Chapter Ten
ANGIE
Tyson’s hold on me was powerful. His hand had mine pinned against the tile, his other hand was holding my leg against his thigh in a grip so tight I was quivering. There was an intensity to him that was two-fold what it normally was, like something had cracked in him when I’d gone down on him. Watching him come as I’d had him in my mouth had been one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. Everything about Tyson was sexy and having that control over him had heightened the experience. I’d loved every second, even the aggressive face fucking he’d given me. I was so wet I’d almost come with him.
Now, as he devoured my breast, his hands holding me, I was so close to losing it I didn’t think I could take much more before he destroyed me completely. I tightened my leg around him, ignoring the flare of pain in my ankle as my heel dug into his ass. He loosened his hold on my thigh, his hand caressing my ass before his fingers slid into me. I jerked against him, and he chuckled against my breast. His fingers wrapped around the fingers of my other hand as he held it pinned to the wall, and I absently wondered at how perfectly my hand fit in his.
The fire in me flared, looking for the release his fingerspromised when they rubbed my clit. I cried out, my body shaking as the climax built in me, but he smothered my cry with his mouth, his kiss greedy and demanding. A demand I answered until his mouth dropped against my neck, the warmth of his tongue sending goosebumps pebbling over my skin.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, that nickname doing what it always did to me, melting me with the ownership it now held, the claim that was inherent in it. “You’re killing me.” His voice was muffled, but I heard the desperation in it, the admittance that whatever this was between us had crossed so far past the line that he couldn’t deny it any more than I could. Yet we both would, because that’s who we were.
His fingers left me, and I couldn’t stop my disappointed cry. But he only laughed, lowering his body, his tongue tracing my skin until he was on his knees. My body shook in anticipation because his tongue was amazing and the climax it had evoked from me earlier in the day had been better than any I’d had. Lifting my leg, he tossed it over his shoulder and grasped my ass, pulling me into his face. I moaned his name, feeling his smile against me as his tongue plunged into me.
Closing my eyes, I arched my back, letting my head fall against the tile and his tongue sweep me away. Every nerve in my body was awake, pleasure coursing through me and leaving me weakened. I pushed at his head the closer I grew, the impending release cresting inside of me, blocking out the sound of the shower, the sensation of the water pelting my skin, the sting of my ankle. Nothing existed but the pleasure Tyson was bringing me and as my body came undone, falling apart like the shattering of glass, I screamed his name. It was a feral cry that came from an untapped part of me. My body trembled, my leg giving out, and I fell into his arms as he rose, catching me and shifting my legs around him, penetrating me with a powerful thrust that reawakened me. I clasped to his shoulders and his lips crashed into mine, his tongue searching mine out as if not reaching it would tear him apart.
All thought, all reality, everything faded and only Tyson was there, our bodies becoming one as he took me so hard another climax tore from me, his mouth stealing my cry. I didn’t know how to do anything but ride the tide of ecstasy that was burning through me and as another orgasm built, ascending with his before ripping through me like an untethered storm I didn’t know how I could ever belong to another man because Tyson owned me like no other had. The thought was enough to destroy me but the feel of him filling me, his body shaking so intensely with his release that he had my body pinned between him and the wall left me barely able to breathe while the remains of my climax shivered through me.
He pinned my hand over my head again, weaving his fingers into mine and when he drew back, his hazel eyes were shadowed. I knew then that he was struggling, just as I was. That we’d fallen past a point where we could continue as we had, but neither of us knew how to get back to where we’d been and moving forward was terrifying for two people like us.
Tyson had carriedme into the room and placed me in the bed, our bodies gravitating toward each other again until we were both so worked up that we’d had sex again. It was hard and dirty because that’s what we both knew. Making love was what it would have been if we were two people who didn’t shield our emotions and hide from that term. But as we lay there, my head on his chest, his fingers gliding through my hair, I thought maybe that’s where we were heading…if we weren’t already there.
I peeked up at him, seeing how content and relaxed he was, my heart leaping at the sight, then pounding hard as he looked back at me.
“You ready to go again, little viper?” he asked.
With a laugh, I looked down, tracing a random tattoo on his chest and staring at the shape within it. “No, I haven’t been this worn out in years. I think you may have broken me.” The moment the words left my mouth, I realized what I’d said, the power of the underlining meaning of them. His chest went still, his fingers stopping their gentle caress of my hair.
“Is that all it takes to break you?” he asked, but I heard the emotion beneath the tone.
“Almost,” I answered, looking closer at the tattoo. He grabbed my hand as recognition settled in.
“Don’t,” he said, his tone harsh.
“Tyson—”
“Angie, don’t go there.” It was a plea I couldn’t ignore as I stared at the small black viper that was laced around the dagger. “It means nothing.”
I glanced up at him, seeing the fear that lay behind his hard eyes. And I knew it meant everything, just like my tattoo did. Small subconscious ties to each other, a piece of him to carry with me, a piece of me to carry with him. We couldn’t find a way to peel back the layers of hatred we’d built to cover our true feelings, but they found their way through. I dropped my eyes and jerked my wrist free.
“Don’t be an asshole, Tyson.”
“I am an asshole, Anj. Now get the hell off me and go to sleep.”
I picked my head up and glared at him. “Not this time, asshole.”
Fury burned behind his eyes, only increasing when I straddled him. “What are you doing, Angie?”
Hands leaning on his chest, I looked into his eyes. They shimmered with a blend of annoyance and humor, but I couldn’t tell which one was stronger.
“Are you trying to take control of me?” he asked, his smirk forming and threatening to send my insides into turmoil.
