Not tearing his eyes away from mine, he sucked on my clit once again.
“Oh, God,” I breathed out the words. The emptiness between my legs clenched with need. He released a low growl and I felt him tensing. He was about to lose control sooner than he intended.
Every muscle in my body tensed when he finally picked up the pace. I dug my heels in the mattress, pressing myself into his mouth. He complied with my silent request for more and penetrated my wet entrance with one finger. Sucks and flicks of his tongue followed one another and that combined with the sensation of a second finger curling up inside me, drove me over the edge.
My moans sounded foreign to my own ears. Like someone else made that noise. I came so hard I felt my pulse everywhere. I vaguely realized Tyler’s fingers were now out of my body and his tongue was licking my entrance lazily.
“That was different,” I stared at the ceiling, trying to prevent myself from dwelling on the fact he still hadn’t pulled away from me.
“Remember what I told you? About cocktails and dicks?” I looked down at him. He was looking at my swollen flesh, not my face. “Same goes for giving head.”
“I didn’t mean other men,” I clarified. “I meant the last time. The first time.”
Tyler lifted his gaze to find mine. His cheeks were flushed. His lips puffy and glistening. There was something feral in his expression. Something wild. Probably the same wildness that drew me to him so much.
He crawled up to my breasts and his teeth scraped one of my nipples. I dug my hand in his hair. He stopped and looked up at me.
“I remember you enjoy nipple play quite a lot.”
“You remember that?” I asked with a whisper.
“I remember everything.”
I ran a finger over his cheekbone, then pushed him to roll over to one side and stood up. Feeling his eyes on my body, I removed my dress and my bra. Then I turned around to face him, completely naked. He was still in his underwear.
“You should know I plan on getting back at you for the slow torture,” I teased.
Tyler got rid of his underwear and sat on the edge of the bed. I dropped down to my knees in front of him, taking his hard on in my hand.
“A slow, long-lasting blowjob…The horror,” he mocked me, and I trailed the length of his cock, base to head, with my tongue, then took him inside my mouth. He hissed.
I continued sucking him off slowly and he gently threaded his fingers in my hair. I thought he wanted to guide me or quicken the pace, but he was just playing with the locks falling around my face. Every now and again his thumbs touched my cheeks. The tenderness of that touch made my throat clench, emotions threatening to rip me from the inside out. Determined not to ruin the perfect moment we were sharing, I started moving faster, hoping it will get him out of that unusual tenderness he touched me with.
His dick twitched inside my mouth. He placed one of his hands behind my neck; the other one he used to tug on my nipple. The air around us changed in some way. I looked up at him, not letting his cock out of my mouth. Judging by the look on his face, he was restraining himself from steadying my head and fucking my mouth until I gagged. I wasn’t against that, but I liked the fact he let me have control in that moment. I lowered my gaze. He groaned and I sucked harder. Seconds later he touched the side of my mouth with his thumb, and I looked at him again.
“I don’t know what I like watching more. You looking down like the obedient good girl that you are while my cock disappears inside your mouth.” He pushed his thumb inside my mouth, then took it out, spreading my saliva over my cheek. “Or you looking up at me with that dare in your eyes.” I couldn’t help but smile and that messed up my rhythm. “Focus, little Spencer,” Tyler whispered but there was no accusation in his voice. In fact, I could have sworn he enjoyed he managed to distract me.
A few more strokes from me and I felt him tensing. He was close and I started moving even faster. Seconds later he groaned, pulled out of my mouth, yanked me up, his mouth clashing onto mine, and pumped himself off until he came against my bare skin.
He pulled me with him on the bed and we kissed long after he finished, his hands stroking my back, my ass, between my legs again. I was soaking wet. At some point he pulled back to look at me.
“Do you mind catching up on sleep tomorrow on the plane?”
“No,” I shook my head and pressed myself to him.
“Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
We spent the dark hours of that morning rubbing and sucking on every inch of flesh we could get our hands and mouths on, but as the sun started to rise, so did all my fears. About him, about Clem, who was only few doors away from us at that very moment. About my life in general.
“I should get back to my room. Someone might catch us.”
He raised a brow. I pretended I didn’t notice that and rolled out of bed. I put on all my clothes, just so that I don’t go out in the hallway with a bra and panties dangling from my hand.
When I finally lifted my eyes from my feet to look at his face, he had a blank expression plastered on it. I cleared my throat and smiled.
“That was fun.” I intentionally used that word to describe what we did. By the way he narrowed his eyes at me, I knew he figured that out. “I will see you at the wedding.” I accompanied that sentence with a pathetic little wave of my hand and tiptoed out of his room to sneak back into mine.
For a few minutes I waited for him to come after me, but that didn’t happen, so I took a quick shower and collapsed on the bed.
***
It hasn’t been a month since my first visit, and I stood in front of the bar yet again. It was a Saturday. An entire week had passed after the bachelorette party, and I still couldn’t stop thinking about Tyler’s hands and mouth on me. I even dreamt about us having sex a few nights and I was beginning to lose my mind.
So I decided I had to finish what we started back in California a week ago, in order to free myself from that sexual haze my brain was in.
It was almost midnight when I entered the bar. It looked way better than the last time I was here. The waitresses wore thick black tights under their skirts, which hid every inch of flesh below their waist.
I didn’t have a plan about what to say, but I had the feeling me showing up, would be enough for him to understand what was on my mind.
My gaze flew to the bar counter. Tyler wasn’t there. I doubted he had a night off. I strolled over to the bartender to ask about him when someone’s gentle fingers caught my wrist.
Was it weird I immediately recognized his touch? My body seemed attuned to his in a way it never was with another man.
I turned to face him with a smile and felt good to find him grinning at me.
“Finally,” he tugged me closer to him and I hit chest. “One of the waitresses told me the cute blond that visited me from time to time stood in front of the bar an hour ago.”
“The cute blond?” I asked. “I guess it wasn’t Chloe who saw me out there.”
Not that I was planning on asking about her, but she occupied my thoughts a lot the past week. I knew there was something happening between the two of them, and the fact they worked together twisted my stomach.
“No. It wasn’t Chloe. She has the night off.” Tyler sounded glad about that. He smoothed a lock of my hair back, then his fingers travelled from my neck down my spine. He placed his hand on my lower back, his thumb making slow circles there.