“I am your brother, just no! Don’t you have work to do?”
“Yeah, not much happening right now. Jacob has been on the phone with his boy toy. I am bored, and how is it gross? We’re practically the same person. It’d be like listening to myself. Hey, want me to talk you through it? I could add running commentary like at the races.”
“Pretty sure I will pass on that idea,” Tyson said with a sigh. His face turned red, and I rubbed my foot against his thigh, and he smiled, grabbing it.
“Okay, are you done? Little busy here,” Tyson told him.
“Such a Debbie Downer. Relax a little, Ty.”
“Okay, we are going now,” Tyson said, his tone almost bored.
“Condoms are in the top drawer. Maybe a little big for you, but I am sure you will manage,” Ace said with a chuckle, and Tyson growled through the link at him.
“Fine, fine, I am going but stay away from my pillow, and if you change your mind about the mind sex—”
“Nope, bye Ace,” Tyson said, cutting the link off and shoving him out of our heads. I laughed at Tyson’s face, and he chuckled softly.
“Well, that was awkward,” Tyson said.
“Which part? Him trying to give us a sex talk, or him wanting to mind sex? Poor Jacob would have been horrified,” I told him, and he laughed. I used my legs to tug him closer. Tyson ran his hands over my legs to my hips before leaning down to kiss me, yet I could feel he wasn’t so nervous now as he moved over me and pressed his weight against me. I gripped his hip, tugging him closer and deepening the kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist when Tyson chuckled against my lips before pulling back.
“What?” I asked him when he reached over, grabbing Ace’s pillow.
“Lift up,” he said, tapping my hip with a devious smile on his lips.
“What are you doing?” I chuckled.
“Looking after his pillow he loves so much,” Tyson said, shoving it beneath my butt.
“He is going to kill you,” I told him.
“Serve him right for interrupting,” Tyson teased, his lips moving back to mine as he settled between my legs.
Chapter sixty
Tysonkissedmegently,his lips moving against mine, and he sucked my bottom lip in his mouth. Sparks rushed over my skin when he ground his hips against mine. His erection was pressing against me, and I gasped at the feel of the sparks rushing over my skin straight to my clit.
His lips were devouring mine as he tasted every inch of my mouth, his tongue demanding as it fought mine for dominance which I let him have. Tyson's hand moved down my side, and he growled against my lips when he palmed my breast. Arousal flooded me when his thumb brushed over my nipple, making it harden under his touch. I rolled my hips against him, my hand moving down the hard muscles of his chest and down his abs to the waistband of his boxer shorts. I tugged on the waistband, pushing it down a little, and Tyson pushed them down, his cock springing spree out of its confines before he removed them completely and kicked them off.
My hand shook as I wrapped my fingers around his hardened length, and Tyson groaned, thrusting into my hand as I stroked him. His lips trailed down my neck to my mark before he sucked on it, his teeth grazing against it, making sparks dance across my skin. I clutched him to me, loving the feel of his hot skin against mine, loving the feeling the bond had been flooded with.
Tyson gripped my hip, tugging me closer. I moved my hand, and he ground himself against my pulsating core. Anticipation made my stomach flutter as arousal flooded me. His cock pressed against my lips before running between my folds and brushing against my clit, making me moan softly.
I rolled my hips against him, his lips moving to my breast before he sucked my nipple in his mouth, his teeth tugging on it when his hand moved between my legs. He rubbed his fingers against me, rubbing my clit, and my hips bucked against his hand as the friction built. My arousal spilled onto my thighs when I felt his fingers move between my wet folds before he pushed a finger inside me. I squirmed at the sudden intrusion, but it wasn’t painful, like I was expecting, as he slowly moved his finger in and out of me.
Tyson growled, pulling back slightly before looking down. He watched his finger slide in and out of me. I moved my hips against it when he pulled it out, adding another and sliding it in, and I tensed slightly, the feeling fuller as my body stretched around them.
“Am I hurting you?” Tyson asked, his fingers stilling inside me.
“No, I’m just trying to get used to the feeling,” I told him, and he pulled his fingers out slowly before pushing them back in. His fingers, slick with my juices, slid in easier, and he curled them, making me buck against them before rubbing my clit with his thumb. My walls tightened at the friction he was building, my walls clenching around him, coating his hand in my juices and making me cry out. Tyson leaned forward, kissing me and swallowing my moans as I moved against his hand, the friction building. I clutched him to me, wanting more than just his fingers, wanting all of him.
Tyson groaned, his fingers slipping from me, and he ground himself against me, coating his cock in my juices before I felt him move. He tugged on the top drawer of Ace’s bedside table, opening it before pulling out a foil package and tearing it open with his teeth. I rolled my hips against him, his lips devouring mine as he rolled the condom down his length before pressing closer, his hand cupping the back of my neck as he deepened the kiss. I felt him position himself, his cock running between my folds and pressing against my entrance, and my stomach fluttered. I moved my hips against him, and his hands ran up my thigh to my knee as he wrapped my leg around his waist.
“Tell me if I am hurting you,” he whispered against my lips, and I nodded, chasing his lips with mine. I felt pressure as he pressed the tip inside me. My walls stretched around him; the feeling was uncomfortable but not painful as he slowly sheathed himself within my walls before he stilled when I gasped at the foreign feeling. It hurt, but it didn’t hurt more like pressure within my stomach as my body stretched around him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pressing his forehead against mine when I wiggled slightly, trying to get used to the feeling of being so full. I nodded my head, and he kissed my cheek.
“I’m going to move now, Lucy. Tell me to stop if I am hurting you.” Tyson breathed next to my ear, and I moved, wrapping my other leg around his waist, my hand moving to his chest when he pulled out of me and before pushing back in. His cock stroked the insides of my walls slowly as he moved. Tyson reached between us, rubbing my clit with his fingers, and I moaned, moving my hips against him, loving the feeling building within my stomach. The feeling of him stretching me as he picked up his pace. I moved my hips meeting his thrusts, my walls clenching around him as the friction built, his pelvis brushing against my clit, making me cry out.