Cori
I reachfor Ty’s zipper, wanting to get him out of those jeans as quickly as possible. He pulls them off and kicks them to the side. I don’t know if I’ll have another night like tonight with him again. I hope to God I will, but I’ve learned that getting your hopes up only hurts in the long run. I’ve given into him because I want him too much to resist him. Let’s hope it’s not a huge mistake.
The thoughts fly from my mind the minute Ty pulls his shirt off. He’s always been a big guy, more burly than muscular, but now it’s clear he’s spent some serious time in the gym. I can’t keep my hands off of his toned, corded torso, tracing the deep groove between his chest muscles, down his well-defined six-pack until my fingers lingers on the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs.
As I pull them down over the curve of his perfect ass, his length springs to life. It reaches well past his belly button, and I’m reminded again of the pain-pleasure sensation I felt when he took my virginity all those years ago. I huff out a little laugh, not knowing I’ve done it until Ty furrows his brow.
“What’s funny?” He asks, and I find it adorable that this perfect specimen of a man before me may be feeling self-conscious.
“We’ve been here before, that’s all.” I meet his eyes and can’t help but grin like a goon. What is it about this man that turns me inside out?
“Let’s get there again,” he says, stepping toward me. I grip him with one hand and give him a stroke, his tip already sticky with pre-come.
“Your body is ridiculous,” he groans, pressing his forehead against mine. “So soft and sexy.” He nibbles on my bottom lip. “Perfect.”
His words have me dripping wet. As much as I want to take him in my mouth, to taste his saltiness, I don’t have the chance. He gently pushes me backward on the hotel bed. “Stay right there.”
“Where would I go?”
He shrugs and digs into his jeans pocket. As much as I want to tell him we don’t need protection; this is all a little too sudden to be sure that everything’s fine and we’ll both be okay without it. Plus, I’m on the pill.
Once he’s ready, I wiggle my finger at him, and he climbs on top of me. When he smiles, I see the guy I fell head over heels in lust with all those years ago. For a moment, it’s like nothing’s changed. There’s been no silly drama, and we’re both just excited to be together, pure and simple. I’d like to keep it that way—at least for the rest of the night.
He enters me slowly, and I gasp as he stretches me in a way I haven’t felt in quite a long time. “You okay, baby?”
“Yeah, just a little out of practice.” I wink at him, and he presses a soft kiss on the tip of my nose.
“I’ll go slowly.” His soft lips cling to mine. “At first.”
“Deal,” I say and gasp once more as he continues working his way deeper inside of me. Eventually, I give way to his girth, and things move a little easier. I’m so wet for him that it speeds up the process, and I’m reminded again of my first time with him. My fingers stroke his broad back as he pumps into me, gazing into my eyes.
I want this moment to last forever.
Without the need for words, we shift through positions, each one better than the last. I swear Ty must be a superhero because he doesn’t even have to pull out in order to stop himself from coming. An hour passes…then two…and finally, he’s got me pressed against the hotel wall. He wraps his arm around my waist as he pulls me close to him, taking me from behind.
I’m about to come myself when his hot breath tickles my ear. “I’m going to com,” he says. His words ignite a fire in me, causing my core to quake. All those years, pent-up, wondering why he left like he did, mixed with the current moment of pure ecstasy, sends me over the edge, and I’m coming right along with him.
He buries his length in me, pressing his pelvis so hard up against me that I swear it may leave a bruise, and I don’t care. Ty can’t get deep enough inside me.
When we’re both finished, he brushes my hair away from my shoulder and kisses the damp landing between my shoulder blades. I’m breathless, exhausted, but craving more from him. I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of Tyson Gray.
“That was better than the first time, right?”
I turn around to face him, twisting my wrist. “Meh…almost.”
“You.” He presses my back against the wall, and I let out an exasperated laugh before his lips are on mine. I throw my arms over his shoulders and let him kiss me, long, hard, and slow.
As I imagined it would, a sense of awkwardness settles in the silence between us as we climb into bed. Ty traces circles on my upper chest, over the bedsheet. “So…”
“So.”
I don’t want to know. I don’t want to ask. But the truth is that I’m dying inside knowing that he’s going to return to San Francisco, and I’ll be left alone all over again. It was worth it, but how will I feel about it all tomorrow.
What will happen with my brother?
“A penny for those thoughts of yours,” he says.
I turn to face him. His mussed hair leaves him looking irresistibly adorable. “What’s going to happen with my brother?” Yeah, it’s the cowardly way out, but I’m not prepared to ask what’s going to happen between us.