Page 16 of Falling Faster
"I love your muscles. Love watching them jump and flex under my hands."
At Ty's words, pleasure and pride lace through me. The man's touch is addicting. "I love feeling your hands on me."
Ty slips his arms around my torso, locking us together, back to front. I lay my hands over his, trapping them in place and try my best to absorb every sensation, scent, and feeling of being wrapped in his arms and commit it to memory.
Releasing my hold lets me move my hands to rest on Ty's thighs. The massage continues. His roaming hands trek over my chest and stomach. Clever fingers tweak and roll my nipples. Anticipating his hands where I long to feel them most, I stroke my aching cock. He continues the kisses along my neck, graduating to nips of teeth.
Groaning and rock hard, I press my head into the crook of his neck and shoulder. "Ty, you're killing me. It's so good."
"Sit with your back against the headboard." The low command feathers over my cheek before Ty draws away.
I quickly comply, desire ratcheting as I scramble over the mattress.
Ty kneels in front of me, between my splayed legs. With a smile, he leans in until we're sharing breath. "That's better."
Before I can respond, he takes my mouth in a sultry, sexy kiss. The meeting of lips is so intimate and intense, I could gladly spend hours on this act alone. Our tongues tangle, and soon, the sensation of his fingertips grazing my inner thighs join in, raising my anticipation as those talented fingers edge closer to my weeping cock. It points straight up, curving toward my stomach.
"Touch me." I'm not above begging.
Smile wicked, he pours a small amount of lube and worksmy length with both hands. With a tight grip, he pulls one hand then the other from base to head, over and over again. My head tips back and my eyes fall closed. Ty's touch is amazing. Then he switches to a twisting motion at the head of my cock that brings me to the edge of my control.
Holding tight to his shoulders, I buck my hips. "Ty…"
He kisses me again and draws my bottom lip through his teeth. "I'm going to make you feel so good. Just hang on for me for another minute."
After drizzling more lube over his hand, he continues with his just on the right side of rough grip along my throbbing cock. That twist at the head focuses on my most sensitive spot. Then he switches to a dual assault, working one hand up and down the shaft while the other concentrates on the head, exploiting my every curse and sigh, every moan and gasp—twisting, gliding, rubbing—driving me higher and higher. I strain toward him, ready to burst. And then Ty presses his thumb into my slit.
"Just like that." Pleasure spiraling through me, I arch into his touch. "Don't stop."
The scrape of teeth at my neck and the slice of a fingernail across my nipple join the rushing sensations and push me over the edge. I yank him against me, writhing as my release shoots onto our chests. He keeps jacking me, sucking kisses on my neck, absorbing my quakes with a sexy moan about how good I look coming apart under his hands.
Floating through sensations, I become aware of his hand stroking my hair. Caring caresses have never been a part of any hookup I've had. Everything with Ty is unique, and better. My breathing evening out, I rest my head against the headboard and adjust my arms around Ty's shoulders, keeping him close in my embrace. "That was amazing."
He kisses my temple. "It was. You are."
We exchange kiss after kiss. Stickiness on my chest finally forces me from the bed. I pad to the bathroom, clean up, then run a washcloth under warm water and return to the bedroom with it. Ty takes the cloth with a thanks, and wipes himself down.
After tossing the cloth in the clothes hamper, I climb into bed. Ty welcomes me with a smile. I stretch out beside him, slip an arm around his shoulders, and he raises his face for a kiss. Our lips meet and I linger, soft and slow, trying to pour all of my feelings into the kiss. Happiness, gratitude, and a contentedness I want to feel always.
When we part, he traces a finger along the scar on my chin. "How did you get this?"
"During a show. We had another band on stage with us for the finale. Their guitarist swung his guitar without looking and it caught me."
He presses a kiss to the thin line. "That must have hurt."
"So freaking bad. It bled a lot, and I needed a ton of stitches. I'm just grateful it happened at the end of a show." The memory isn't a pleasant one, but I smile, touched, because Ty kisses the scar again. A kiss to make it better.
He shivers and cuddles closer.
"Cold?" Without waiting for an answer, I tug the blanket from the foot of the bed over the sheet. "I like to keep the air conditioning turned low when I'm sleeping. Nothing worse than trying to sleep in a too hot room. But I don't want you to be cold."
He smiles as I tuck the blanket around him. "I'm fine with the blanket. It's even better with your arm around me."
I resume my original position and wrap an arm around him again. "How's that?"
"Perfect." Stifling a yawn, he tucks his head into thecrook of my neck and snuggles in. His body slowly sinks as he falls asleep.
I turn off the light. It's late, but sleep isn't coming. Tracing my hand along Ty's spine, I let myself wonder what things could be like if he lived in LA. How things would be if we had more than one weekend together.
