I remember the women on his arm, a different one every week. “We’re on the same page here.” Feeling brazen under his heated stare, I toss the dry shirt to the bed, and toy with the hem of my wet shirt, ready to peel it over my head.
“So you think you know me then?” He stands, stretches out his long length, and my sex quivers.
“I know enough.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” he says. “But know this. The only man who’s going to put his hands on you while you’re in Blue Bay is me.” Before I can respond, his hungry lips are on mine, his hands sliding around my back to grip my ass roughly. I yelp with excitement. He’s right. I don’t know anything, and this man is going to use me, abuse me, give everything he’s got and take everything he wants.
I can’t wait.
He pushes my hands away and grips the hem of my shirt. His rough knuckles scrape over my sensitive flesh and I whimper with need and he tugs the shirt up. “We need to get you out of this,” he says with a growl. “And not because it’s wet.”
Don’t even get me started on wet, or the tremendous heat pooling between my legs. He lifts my shirt, and I put my arms up in the air, letting him undress me. His eyes blaze with need as he pulls the material over my head and tosses it onto the chair he’d recently occupied.
“Fuck,” he says under his breath as his gaze drops to my breasts. They’re not overly big, and despite the industry, I will not enlarge them. From the look on Tyler’s face, the way he’s gazing at me with raw hunger, it’s clear I made the right decision. “Perfect,” he says and lightly brushes his hands over the sides of my breasts.
I suck in a fast breath, my nipples puckering before his eyes and the pleasure radiating from his body lets me know how much he likes that. I arch my back a bit, offering myself up to him and he growls deeply before bending forward and sucking one nipple into his hot mouth. My hands go to his shoulders as he swirls his tongue over my bud, teasing and tormenting, and sucking so hard I feel the pull between my quivering legs.
“Tyler,” I whisper, and race my hands over his broad shoulders, scraping his skin with my nails, clawing at him for more. He slides a hand into my sleep shorts, and a little breathy whisper catches in my throat.
Wasting no time, he parts my wet lips with his scalding fingers and caresses my clit. Molten heat blisters through my body. I moan as he mutters curses under his breath. “So good,” I whimper, and move against his finger shamelessly. With his mouth still on my nipple, his rough finger swipes my clit, then circles it until I’m damn near delirious. My God, it’s been so long since I’ve been touched—and never like this—I’m about to climax.
One glorious thick finger slides inside me, and he presses the palm of his hand to my clit. I practically shake against him, a hard tremble from deep inside vibrates through me as he reduces me to a needy, quivering mess.
“Ty,” I say, and his head lifts, his eyes meeting mine, the curve of his mouth tightens—so does my sex.
“You like this, Haven? You like me fucking you with my finger?”
I put my hands on his chest, race them over his hot flesh and revel in the way his muscles flex beneath my touch. “Yes,” I say and buck against his finger as he fucks me with it. “I’m so close…” I murmur and nearly cry out in distress when he pulls his finger from my shorts, leaving me empty and aching.
The next thing I know I’m on the bed, flat on my back, and he’s peeling my shorts from my hips. He hastily removes them and tosses them aside, leaving me completely naked. “I want my mouth on you,” he growls. “When you come, it’s going to be all over my tongue.”
“Oh my God, yes,” I blurt out and it brings a small smile to his face. He stands over me, takes a moment to look at my body, and the lust reflecting in his eyes washes over me like a hot caress. Arousal pulses through me, a hot burst of need that scalds from the inside out.
“Open your legs. Show me that pretty pussy.” I widen my legs, giving him what he wants—what I want. I lay there, wide open and vulnerable—things I normally go out of my way to avoid. Honestly, I’ve never put myself on display, probably wouldn’t with any other man either. There’s just something about Tyler that brings this out in me. I barely know this ferocious fighter, yet I like who I am with him. No pretense, no acting, just the two of us being totally honest with one another, giving and taking what we need—abiding by the rules.
He scrubs his chin and curses under his breath. “Something wrong?” I ask as he takes deep breaths, like he’s trying to get his raging need under control.
“Yeah,” he says his gaze slowly moves down my quivering body. “I need my mouth on you, I need to taste every goddamn inch of you, but my fucking cock, greedy bastard that he is, wants inside.”
“Show me,” I say, shocking myself. “Show me your cock, Tyler.”
His gaze is dark, intense, ravenous as he tracks back up my body, until we’re staring at one another. I have never seen a more beautiful man. Everything about him is hard, lethal, intense. A caged animal seconds from becoming untethered. “You want to see it?”
“Yes, please.”
He rips into his jeans, and tugs them down, releasing his gorgeous cock. He takes his thickness into his hand and pumps a couple of times. I sit up, wet my mouth, and reach for him.
“Do you think I could have a little taste before you fuck me?” I grin as dark lashes fall over hard eyes blistering with heat. I like that I can do this to him.
“Jesus, Haven,” he groans, and steps closer.
I angle my head and open my mouth to catch the cum pooling on his crown. He pumps again, squeezing his shaft until the droplet lands on my tongue.
“Mmm,” I say as I swallow his tangy saltiness.
“That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, his voice thicker, rough with want.
I glance up at him as his cock pulses, eager for more. I widen my lips to accommodate his girth and slide him to the back of my throat. His fingers coil in my hair and tug my curls to the side, giving him a clear view of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I relax my throat and take him a bit deeper, and his body shakes as I slide one hand around him.
“Christ,” he murmurs through grit teeth. “That is so good.” I fuck him with my mouth, and he thickens, his veins filling with heated blood and I love how fast I’m able to take him to the edge.
He tugs on my hair, pulling me off him, and heat blazes in his eyes when he says, “On your back,” he growls. “Legs wide open.”
A hard quiver goes through me at the ferociousness in his tone. I can’t believe how much I love it when he talks to me like that. No finesse, no poetry, no practiced words or hidden agenda. Just blunt, straight up what he wants. I’m definitely not used to that. What you see is what you get with Tyler. It’s a goddamn refreshing break.
He kicks his pants off and rubs his cock as his big body stretches my legs out even more, to accommodate his width. With the tip of his cock, he taunts me, rubbing that hard, swollen crown of his over my clit, before tapping me with it. He groans as he slides it along my wet folds, and I shake beneath him.
“More,” I say, and go up on my elbows to watch the way my wetness glistens on the tip of his cock.