He walked away without another word, stepping onto the elevator and leaving the two of us alone.
"Do you know that as first chair, I can report you to Mr. Walsh for not contributing to our case?" Tyler asked.
"You're a temporary employee."
"And you're a terrible one," he said. "I just want us to talk."
"Fine. Go ahead."
He stepped forward and kissed me, forcing my back to hit the doorframe.
The feel of his lips, soft and wet, made my knees weak as he wedged his leg between my thighs.
Our tongues collided in a flurry of messy kisses, and I reached up to grab a fistful of his hair.
He slid his hand behind my back and squeezed my ass, our mouths still fighting for control.
My heart raced a mile a minute as he reached down and ripped the buttons off the side of my skirt.
Suddenly tearing away from me, he whispered against my mouth. "Are you going to invite me in?"
"Yes…"
He stared at me as if he was waiting for me to do it, but I couldn't completely focus.
Smiling, he pushed me inside and shut the door behind us.
He pushed me up against the back of the couch, and the next thing I felt was his hand sliding under my skirt, between my thighs until he reached the silk band of my panties.
Before I could react, he tore them off and tossed them onto the floor. His fingers, still as thick and pleasurable as they were in that fucking cafe, slid deep inside of me all at once.
"Ahhh, Tyler…" I moaned as he punished me with a faster rhythm, as he spared no seconds to bring me closer and closer to the edge.
"You're so fucking wet for me," he whispered into my ear. “So fucking wet.”
I reached down and untied the drawstring of his sweatpants and pushed them down, freeing his massive cock.
I gasped as I saw the head of it, as the veins swelled against my fingertips. Even though I'd touched it before—touched myself at the memory of it, my personal images didn't do his actual size any justice.
A smile crossed his lips as he watched my reaction to him. Then he whispered. "Don't worry, all of me will fit."
Pulling a condom from his pocket, he told me to push his sweatpants all the way down to the floor.
I obliged, watching him slowly roll a condom over his cock.
When I was upright again, he pressed a quick kiss against my lips. Then he gripped my waist and spun me around.
Spreading my legs from behind, he palmed my ass for several seconds, whispering words I couldn't quite comprehend. Then he slowly slid inside of me, inch by inch.
"Oh fuck…"
"Do you want me to stop?" He kissed the back of my shoulder.
"No…" I moaned as he buried himself deeper.
"Are you sure?"
I could only nod. He was filling me in a way that I'd never been filled before.
With his breathing heavy in my ear, he gave me a few moments to adjust to his size and a few moments to grab onto the couch’s thick pillows.
Without any warning, he grabbed my waist a bit tighter, and then he began fucking me with wild abandon.
I cried out as he pleasured me with every stroke, as he gently bit my shoulder in between hard thrusts.
I caught our reflection in the screen of my living room television, and I became even wetter at the sight of him dominating me from behind.
I reached down to strum my clit as he continued giving me everything I never knew I wanted, and he grabbed a fistful of my hair to keep me in position.
Shutting my eyes, I called his name as my pussy began throbbing against him. I tried to hold on a little while longer, to last until he came, but I couldn't.
He was too much.
"Ohhh goddd…" I screamed those words aloud and actually meant them for the first time. Then I collapsed against the couch.
Tyler stilled behind me seconds later, finding his own release.
My heart pounded fast in my chest as he slowly pulled out of me.
After throwing away the condom, he lifted me up and placed me directly onto the couch cushions.
He stared at me for several seconds as he adjusted his sweatpants. He looked as if there was something more he wanted to say, but then he just left.
Chassie
Present Day
Manhattan, New York
A few minutes later, I sat up on the couch. My body was still on edge, still on a high, but yearning to chase another one.
Without thinking, I stood up from the couch and walked over to my door.
When I opened it, Tyler was still standing in the hallway, still staring as if he was waiting for me.
Not saying a word, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his chest.
I stood on my toes to taste his mouth again—greedily kissing him as hard as he’d kissed me.