Page 84 of Wild About You
“I’ll call Mom tomorrow.”
“Thank you.” She starts to get up and pauses. “Was there something else?” she asks.
I clear my throat. “I’m proud of you.”
She laughs and rolls her eyes. “Who are you and what have you done with my grumpy brother?”
“Did you do your homework tonight?” I ask.
Laughing, she stands. “That’s more like it.”
26
GOOD GIRL
PIPER
I wakeup with Tyler’s body draped over mine and an incessant buzzing on the nightstand. I don’t know what time it is, but it’s way too early for my alarm clock to be going off.
I elbow him. “Ty. Your alarm.”
He groans, eyes still closed.
He looks so peaceful, but I know he has a routine in the mornings that does not include sleeping in until sunrise.
I turn in his arms and frame his face with my hands, enjoying the feel of his day-old stubble. “You have to get up for your run.”
Before I know it, he has me on my back and his heavy weight settles on top of me.
“I worked out enough last night. I think I can skip this morning.” He turns off the alarm and then buries his head in the crook of my neck.
His hands find their way under my shirt, and he cups my boobs as he continues to kiss his way along my neck and collarbone. He sucks and kisses, and it feels so good I stop pushing for him to go.
His phone starts buzzing on the nightstand again. I don’t even notice it at first, all my senses are honed to him, but Tyler reaches over and silences it while rubbing his erection along my core. “Got about five minutes before Ash comes looking for me.”
“Go. I’ll be fine,” I say as I arch into him.
He laughs and disappears under the blanket. He slides down my body and works my panties down over my hips. Then his mouth covers me with no prelude or teasing. He dives right in. A moan slips past my lips and my hands thread through his thick hair. Every time I think it can’t get better with Tyler, he proves me wrong. It’s like he has some secret key to my body that even I don’t possess.
He brings me over the edge so quickly that it doesn’t seem possible. I cry out in the quiet, dark room, chanting his name almost like I’m trying to convince myself it’s really him. Maybe I’m having a really amazing sex dream.
He doesn’t relent after the first waves roll through me and my second orgasm builds just as quickly. This one hangs in the distance just out of reach. I reach for him and try to get him to move up and inside of me, but he keeps his hold on my thighs and continues licking and sucking on my clit.
“Tyler.”
He hums a response, the sound vibrating through my body.
“I need you inside of me,” I mutter.
He stops his torment and repositions so that his dick nudges my entrance. Pleasure spreads through me. I’m so close.
He reaches over and gets a condom from the side table. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours.” I’m so close if he blew on my clit I think I’d come.
He covers himself and rubs the head of his cock along my slit. “Whose pussy?”
“Yours,” I repeat.
