“W-what are you going to do?”
Tyler might think she was nervous if her nipples hadn’t gotten harder.
He just smiled and tore through the snap and zipper of her capri pants, then shoved them down her thighs. She wore a little blue thong with a small, silky bow right above her pussy. The cotton was faded and comfortable and damn near transparent.
Enough to see that she was bare and lovely.
“Take them off for me or I’ll rip them. Your choice.”
She blinked, hesitated. “What’s going on?”
“Not quick enough.” He grabbed the little panties in his tight fists.
“Wait!” On wobbly legs, she stood. He didn’t give her a spare inch of space, but kept her wedged between him and the bed as she lowered the thong down her hips.
Tyler took over, forcing them past her thighs, to the ground. Then he threw them across the room, thinking that they really belonged in the trash. Damn things had been in his way. He was beginning to see that they’d always be an unwanted barrier between him and—he looked down and lost his mind, staring at Del’s perfectly bare pussy.
God, he couldn’t wait to have that.
He guided her back to the bed. “Give me your wrist.”
Slowly, warily, she extended it to him. She wasn’t exactly sure what he was up to, but she trusted him, and it was beautiful. Suddenly, he began to understand Jack’s, Hunter’s, and Logan’s quest to push their wives’ boundaries. It wasn’t just to please them, but to know how fully those vibrant women would surrender because they loved and believed in their men. The push-pull he felt now only seemed to reinforce his bond with Delaney.
Tyler wanted more.
Silently, he looped the tie around her wrist, then rested her arm back against the bed, near her shoulder. With his other hand, he grabbed her thigh, spreading her legs wide to get his first full look at her cunt.
Fuck. So wet, already swollen. Pink, perfect. Beautiful.
“You want this.” His stare drilled into her as he willed her to answer.
“Yes. I shouldn’t, but . . .”
“Fuck shouldn’t. This is about you and me and what feels good. I’m going to silence that destructive little voice in your head spouting this ‘shouldn’t’ crap.” And make sure you don’t worry about Seth, danger, or death anymore tonight. “I’ll give you something much better to focus on.”
Del’s breath caught. The edge of fear was getting to her. The anticipation. He was loving dishing out the dominance and making her tremble.
Tyler looped the bathrobe belt around her thigh, then pulled on both ends, forcing her wrist down and her knee up at her side.
“Give me your other wrist,” he demanded.
Understanding dawned in those pretty blue eyes. Del realized that he intended to spread her wide open and immobilize her completely.
He waited a second, breath held. He was asking for a lot of trust after everything that had passed between them. His heart chugged, and desire gnawed at him viciously while she worked it through in her head.
Finally, she held her free hand out to him, looking right into his eyes with all the trust in the world.
That giving expression sizzled right down to his dick.
Tyler didn’t hesitate another moment before he wrapped the belt around her delicate wrist, then reached for her knee, opening that leg to her side, and knotted the fabric there. Now, she was wide fucking open, each arm and leg attached, resting at her sides. The restraints lifted her hips to him perfectly. God, he wanted to pounce on her that second and lay claim to her sweet flesh—seduce her into wanting only him.
He forced the urge down for a second. “Is anything too tight? Hurt?”
“No.” She sounded breathy, looked flushed, as she gazed at him softly, with need.
Clenching his fists, he forced logic for one more minute. “Any requests before I take you in every way known to man?”
Her breath caught. That pretty little tongue swiped across her lips, then she looked down his body, lingering on his hard cock, before her wandering gaze made it back to his face.
“Just one,” she whispered. “Can you make the knots tighter?”
Oh fuck. Six little words, and he was at the brink. She wanted to be more completely under his control? “Absolutely.”
He made a mental note to thank Jack and the Edgington brothers later for their frequent conversations about handling the pretty, willful women in their lives.
Tyler bent to his knots, tightened, rechecked that she still had circulation. “Move your hands and ankles. Anything too tight now?”
She shook her head, her eyes silently begging him. “Nothing.”
“Then get ready, angel. I might be done with you by dawn. Maybe.”
Del barely gasped in a single breath before he was on her again. He pushed past her lips to taste the deepest recesses of her mouth, gripped her hips, and shoved his cock right against that pretty pussy. God, she was so wet and bare, he could feel her sliding all over him, coating him with her cream. He ground against her. It had been good this morning, feeling her lush curves all against his cock, but this . . . Fuck, he was going to lose his mind.
Tyler tore his mouth from hers to stare down at her. Oh yeah, she was still with him, jagged breathing, pleading blue eyes. How had he never gotten the upside of bondage before?
Because he’d never wanted to keep someone open for him, and him alone, like he wanted with Del.
Tyler inched down her body. Her plush breasts waited for him, so soft, topped with hard, swollen nipples. He took the unspoken invitation and circled one with his tongue. God, those were good. He loved the scent of her, the flavor. She groaned as he shifted to the other, thumbing the hard tips, nipping at them, gratified when she whimpered his name.
“I like this. Mmm.” He swiped his tongue along her abdomen, loving the way she shivered. “I remember my first night in Lafayette the week after I left your house. I had an empty apartment and a full bottle. I missed you . . .”
It was the first night he’d let himself masturbate to the thought of her. But not the last—not by a long shot. He always saved her for the times he was too drunk to remember that Del had thrown him out of her life. Even so, she’d still affected him like no one else.
“I fantasized about doing this.”
Tyler slid farther down her body, bracing himself between her thighs. She was slick and succulent. The tangy-sweet scent of her went straight to his cock. He glanced at her, wide-eyed and restrained, before dropping his gaze again.
Lowering his weight to his elbows, he eased her folds apart with his thumbs. Her clit looked tight and red. Needy. She clenched, and Tyler salivated at the thought of his tongue, his dick, working into that tight little spot.
“I’m going to eat you up, angel.”
She drew in a trembling breath. “Please . . .”
Fuck, he couldn’t wait another second. He bent and ran the flat of his tongue from her hole slowly, slowly up to the hard berry of her clit. With a little moan, he swirled his tongue around it, his thumbs keeping her open wide.
Del stiffened as she cried out. Her entire body went taut. A glance up at the rapid pulse beating at her neck told him that her heart was racing.
He loved the idea that he’d already driven her to the brink of orgasm—and that he could keep her there and build on her sensations for as long as he wished.
With that thought, he dove right into that sugar-slick flesh and gorged on her, sliding his fingers inside her cunt, probing, testing, searching . . .
“Oh my God!”
He found her G-spot. Leisurely, he rubbed at it with firm fingertips as he took her clit into his mouth. With every second, her skin flushed rosier, her body grew more tense, her breathing more ragged.
“Tyler. Tyler . . .” She sounded desperate. Her long fingers closed into fists.
And he loved it.
He swiped a thumb across her clit, toying, keeping her on the edge. But no way was she going over before he was ready. “You like my tongue on you?”
With a devilish grin, he demonstrated again.
Del gasped. “I’ve never—” She clenched her fists, swallowed hard.
“Never what?” he prompted.
“Come like this.”
Eric had never done this for her? No man had? Damn if that didn’t motivate him to make her scream with pleasure.
“Oh, angel. I’m not letting you get away until you do.” He gave the pad of her pussy a playful tap.
Her whole body twitched. Around his fingers, she clenched in need.
Then Tyler set about to prove that he wasn’t all talk. He bent between her legs again, his hands at either knee, prying her apart even more. She hissed and arched, both protesting and begging.
He couldn’t wait to give her this experience. And he controlled it completely. The way she’d put herself in his hands turned him on. Hell, everything about her did. No way would he let her down. Tyler intended to take very good care of her.
Latching onto her pretty, wet clit, he dove in, already addicted to her flavor, her pillowy-soft flesh that swelled with every swipe. God, she was like heaven, and responded to every touch with a gasp, a wriggle, an arch. He loved every offering of her passion.
Nothing about this experience was normal. He wasn’t trying to get her off fast so that he could get his cock into her and get back home to his big screen or so she wouldn’t be late for her “dance” number around a pole. Nothing else was in his head except making her feel good and giving his all to ensure that she wanted him.
“Tyler . . .”
Now her breath came fast and heavy. He smiled, staring up at her as he lashed her with his tongue again. “I’m right here. You going to come for me?”
He had no doubt she would. Every muscle in her thighs was taut. Her clit twitched. The power of holding her pleasure in his hands gave him the biggest rush.
With a smile, he plunged two of his fingers right against the sensitive spot deep in her pussy again, then sucked the hard little bundle of her nerves into his mouth. Within seconds, she screamed his name, then began jolting wildly. Tyler stayed with her, riding her to the very edge of her climax, milking every moment.
When she went limp and sighed, Tyler untied her and eased off the bed to grab a condom out of his jeans. Yeah, he was assuming. Or hoping, anyway. But if she said no, he’d respect it—and keep trying to convince her they were good together.
After donning the condom, he slid back onto the bed, right between her legs. He grabbed a thigh in the crook of his arm and started kissing his way up her body, lifting her leg with him, opening her to his seeking cock.
Spreading soft kisses around her breasts, he sucked in her nipple, savoring the plushy-hard texture with a moan. Delaney wrapped her arms around him.
“I’m going to get inside you, angel. Make you feel good.”
“Hurry, or I’m going to roll you on your back and take over,” she panted.
Later, yes. Much later, he’d indulge in the visual of her straddling his hips, taking every inch of his cock inside her, breasts bobbing, hair flowing, face racked with pleasure.
But now, he needed control.
“That’s not a threat. That’s a great idea.” He grinned. “We’ll get to it. But first . . .”
He pushed his way inside her.
Dear God, she was a tight, wet heaven, gripping him as she spread kisses across his face and neck. No way could she take him all in one thrust, and he stopped trying to fight his way in.
“Hey, angel, relax. We’re going to get there.” He kneaded the muscles of her hips and lower back with his fingers, slowly feeling her give way and let go. He pushed in a bit farther, pausing when she tensed and gasped.
“There’s more?” she squeaked.
More than she probably wanted to know. “Just a bit. We’ve done this before. We were good together the first time.”
“Yeah.” She sighed.
Nuzzling her neck, he smiled against her skin, then eased back languidly. He took her free leg into the crook of his other arm and spread her even wider. It would keep her from being able to tense up too much, and he didn’t want to hurt her. Just make her feel so damn good. And happy to be with him.
Once he spread her completely, he slid in slowly, like butter melting over a hot stack of pancakes. Finally, he pressed deep, deeper—all the way in. Del cried out, but it wasn’t in pain, thank God. Her skin flushed rosy. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched up to him.
Fully seated, Tyler released his hold on her thighs, then wrapped his arms around her, cradling her. He took handfuls of that luscious ass into his palms and tilted her up to his cock as he pounded down.
On the first stroke, her eyes flew wide open, deep blue pools of wonder. She grasped at him, lips parting.
“I’ve got you,” he promised.
Slowly, she nodded, then arched up, taking him a fraction deeper. Del didn’t just feel good, she felt important. Perfect. He’d had so much sex in the last twenty years. Skanky sex, sweaty sex, forgettable sex, indoors, outdoors, under water, in a car, on a boat, on a plane, on a train. Hell, he could rhyme better than freaking Dr. Seuss when it came to all the places he’d fucked someone.