I slide my palm over his shaft, and he tips his chin back, seeking strength as I flash my tongue across the tip.
I lick him from base to crown, watching his cock twitch as he grinds out a swear word, his accent thicker. I lick him again and again, changing the pace and pressure of my tongue until he’s fisting the sheets, his knuckles bone white. I take him in my mouth, licking over his head when he groans. “Chloe, you’re going to make me come.”
I lower my mouth even more, and his thighs flex under my hands as he swears again. I move, ready to lick his shaft, drunk on this power I feel. The moment I move, he’s grabbing me, hauling me up and onto my back, pinning me in place with his gaze wild and bright. His lips crash against mine in a kiss that translates his hunger and desire while devouring me. I kiss him back, meeting him thrust for thrust with my tongue, gripping his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer, wanting to feel his skin against mine.
“I need you,” I say against his lips, kissing him again as I raise my hips to feel him. “I’ve been on birth control since I was sixteen. We’re both clean. This is safe. I want to feel you.”
His blue gaze casts down my body and then lands back on my face.
“I mean…” I struggle to gain sense and words that make sense and the right order to place them in. “We don’t have to. If it’s a rule for you, we can use a condom.”
A smile curves the corners of his lips, and then he kisses away my self-consciousness. “Are you sure?”
“I want to feel you inside of me.”
He closes his eyes, his nostrils flaring with a long breath. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he says, opening his eyes slowly, the lust still evident, along with something that makes the butterflies in my stomach take flight and my thoughts spin in circles. I close my eyes and lift my face to kiss him again.
Tyler braces himself over me, his breath sharp as his tip nudges against my opening. Then his eyes are on mine as he moves into me in one fluid motion, his weight on his hands as he thrusts. It feels so achingly good I forget about our nine-hour car drive ahead of us and how we’re quickly nearing the end of our trip and how every day I yearn and crave being around him a little more.
“God, you feel so good,” he says, brushing his lips across my jaw before his breath fans across my cheek.
I feel impossibly strong and incredibly weak. Empowered, yet vulnerable.
Tyler peppers kisses across my cheek and then goes up on his elbows and starts moving, gentle and controlled as his stare seems to infiltrate my thoughts and far deeper, seeing how significant this moment—how significant he is to me.
He kisses me, moving faster and harder, his breaths heavier. The feeling of him and everything about this moment has me spiraling, and when his chest grazes mine, my thighs begin to shake, and the pressure in my core builds. He thrusts into me faster, his breaths turning harsh, his movements uneven and jerky, and I come undone, and after a few more pumps, he chases my orgasm with his own.
He slumps across my chest, still inside of me. His face is tucked against mine, his breath warm against my neck and cheek. Our hearts race each other as they settle into a slower tempo. I slide my hands into his hair, mindlessly raking my nails across his scalp, absorbing this moment and the heat and weight of him, basking in my post-orgasm bliss that makes me wish we could stay here all day.
“What if we add another day?” Tyler asks.
“Another day?” Guilt twists in my stomach because I want the same, and yet the idea of missing my invitation seems like such a hefty price.
“We can stay another day in Portland. Do nothing. Just spend the day in the hotel. You and me. I can arrange for us to have our own suite and Coop and Vanessa to have their own as well.”
I weave my fingers in his hair, nodding incessantly. “Can we add a full month?”
He chuckles, the sound rich and deep. “Autumn break. Christmas break. Spring break. Next summer.” He lists the periods off like they’re inevitable. “Weekends,” he adds, running his nose over my skin, evoking a smile. “Hell, you can stay at my place whenever you want. I’ll wake you up with an orgasm every day. Bring you coffee in the shower.” He kisses me again. “Keep you supplied with chocolate filled croissants.”
I groan. “They’re so good.”
His laughter tickles my neck, followed by a soft sigh. “They’re going to be up soon to gather our bags.”
I hate the reminder. I’m not ready to move, and less ready to leave. “Don’t say that.” I turn my face, kissing him. It’s quick and playful, leaving the remnants of a smile on his face that has me doing it again and again, and then he’s kissing me and tickling my sides.
His phone on the nightstand buzzes. I want to tell him to ignore it and kiss him again to ensure he’ll listen. But I don’t.
He reaches for it and settles back against me, the movement sliding his cock inside me farther—he’s hard again.
“This is Tyler,” he answers.
I close my eyes, my legs falling open as I lift my hips to feel him move inside me again. He pulls out slowly and then thrusts into me equally slowly. It feels so good I nearly moan. He does it again, his eyes on me as he discusses the number of bags and makes the request that they give us another thirty minutes.
“An hour,” I whisper.
He thrusts into me again, silencing me. He hangs up, tossing his phone to the floor. “You’re trouble,” he says.
I lift my hips, urging him even deeper, and we both shudder. He reaches for the pillow he’d used last night and slips it under my hips, and the pressure of him is so delicious my toes curl. I stretch my hands over my head and close my eyes. Ty pulls me closer to where he’s kneeling in front of me, lifting my legs so my calves rest against his chest, and then he thrusts into me, and I moan out his name, unable to believe my body can feel so amazing. Then his thumb goes to my clit, and I explode around him.
The road to San Francisco is one of our longest drives, and before we even began the trek, we ate breakfast and discussed the potential of staying somewhere else for the night and finishing the drive early to allow plenty of time for my event tomorrow night.
“Hey, Chloe,” Nessie says from the back seat as I read a recent article published about a new super-Earth planet.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Ask Cooper.”
Nessie laughs. “Chloe, truth or dare.”
I sigh. “Truth?”
“If you had to change your degree tomorrow, what would you choose and why?”
I blink back my surprise, expecting something about Tyler or something far more embarrassing.
“Galactic astronomy.”
“That’s the same thing,” Cooper says.
“It’s so different,” I tell him. “Galactic would be studying the Milky Way, and my major is extragalactic, which studies other galaxies.”
“So, you wouldn’t change and do something like become a science teacher or a veterinarian or something?” Nessie asks. “Something that takes less school and physics?”
I grin. “Maybe if I could be like a professional ice cream taster or coffee reviewer. Are those possibilities?”
Nessie laughs. “Absolutely. Let your mind run wild.”