… Tyler POV…
I am slowly going off my mind. I love Jenna so fucking much, but I do want to lose. I just can’t get past her and Luke in my head; I cannot stop thinking of the woman I love being with another man. It is ripping me apart. It is tearing at my soul, and all I do is a drink to ease the pain.
I have to do something about it. It has to stop.
As I am sitting behind my desk nursing yet another hangover, I am startled by her voice.
“Morning, stranger.”
“Jenna, what are you doing here.”
“You ditched me this morning
“I am sorry, I did not think that you were serious.”
She hands me a neatly packed container in her hand, “Her, I made you breakfast.”
“Seriously.”
“Yes, your favorite, just as you like it.”
I get off my chair and come around the table to where she is standing, “Is it okay to give you a hug.”
“Fuck, Tyler, you don’t have to ask me for permission when you want to do something.”
I get a smirky smile on her face only but wink at her, “In that case.”
I close the door behind me, fuck these stupid rules in my head.
She turns around to face me; there is clear confusion in her eyes. Underneath this raging animal, there is a fire waiting to be released. I tangle my hands in her hair and seek the softness of her lips. With every wink, I pull her closer, and then I pull away. I taunt and tease, slowly claiming her as mine.
The carnal desire to feel that raw passion takes over my body. I clear the entire contents of the desk onto the floor, the whiskey glass falls and shatters to pieces. I grab her ankles and slide her closer. With gentle but tremble hands, I lay her back on the table.
I stare into her blue eyes. She arches her back and pushes herself into my raging erection. Her body whimpers and begs to be touched.
‘Tyler.”
As she says these words, I feel a sharp bolt shoot straight through my heart, knowing that she will give me everything that I desire. My mind says no, but my body says yes; how can one have what you desire within arm’s reach but not want it at the same time. Then all reasoning steps out the door.
Her arms clasp around my neck as she needs to have my body closer. My body jerks at first, but then I allow myself to give in. The thought of her naked body fuels the raging fire within me; she consumes my body. It is not her lips that I reach for; my tongue finds the sensitive parts below her ear. The moan that escapes her lips awakens an even greater longing for her body and soul. The touch of her skin against my tongue sends a fiery passion throughout my core. I cannot keep my self-control any longer, my mouth finds her lips, and I prepare to take her, take every bit that I can have. It’s like a battle raging in my mouth as my every stroke is aimed to make her body quiver.
My restraint snaps, and I wrap one arm around her waist and one around her chest, slipping my fingers under the lace of her bra to find her nipple. My grip tightens, molding her onto my torso, and I press my lips to her shoulder. My hips jerk, pressing my erection onto her lace bottoms. She wraps her hands around and starts moving them up and down in slow strokes. I groan and lean back.
She smiles at me, “Ssshhh, Tyler.”
She glances up at me once again, and she can see the arousal in my eyes as I stare down at her. I pull her hair slightly and urge her on. I press her down over the bulge of my shaft, and she comes down over me, finding the very things that her lips are seeking for. By the time that she gently bites at me, I can see her starving for me.
“Slow down, Jenna,” I softly whisper at her as she takes me into her mouth and pulse just below my head, applying a hard pressure against her rigid tone and lips sucking hungrily. She looks up at me, and I say softly again, “We have all the time in the world.”
And, I can feel her sexual hunger, a pure, untainted desire to give me pleasure. But there is more; there is something more that I can sense. Her submission to my desire sparked her own arousal.
I watch as she wets my entire erection with her pink tongue, “Jenna, god, I am going to fuck you.” Her velvety dark eyes are shining as she meets my eyes again. I winch in pleasure and throw my head back against the chair. I groan as she sucks me deep, and her throat tightens around my tip. Agonizing pleasure seizes me. I want her.
Her small hand fists me tight as I grunt in pleasure; my need for her is roaring in my veins. Through the blur of my raging lust, her head is bobbing hard over my lap, the friction of her tight lips is slowly sending me into oblivion as the pumping fist is killing me.
Then I feel that familiar tingling in my balls; I urge her to go even harder. “Jenna, you have done it now. Fuck, I am going to cum in your hot little mouth.” Yet, she pumps even harder than before.
I gasp at the sensation of her taking me deep once again, and my entire body begins to shudder.
“Aaahhh, fuck Jenna, I am cuming.” The pleasure continues to wreck through my body as I cum over her tongue.
She looks up at me with a satisfied smile, and only then do I notice her slipping her tiny fingers out those goddam pink panties.
Then, I consume her mouth like a fire, my sleek tongue stroking the insides of her mouth, curling and entwining with her own. She lifts her body from between my legs, and I flip her down onto the chair. She lets out a soft whimper.
“Ssshhh Jenna,” pulling her face-to-face again, I slide my hands between her legs, positioning my fingers and thumb. I nuzzle against her, my lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing her way up to her earlobe.
“God, Tyler.”
She sighs as I work my fingers against her slick seam, and in an instant, she loses her pose and loses herself in her own pleasure. I watch as she squeezes her eyes shut and clamps her thighs against my wrist, snapping her hips up before she freezes. All her muscles contract against my fingers.
I press her back even further on the chair and slide my tongue inside her. She lets out another shattering moan. Every time I hit the perfect spot, she makes the most glorious sounds, raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as I continue to plunder her with my tongue. She grabs my hair to even drive me in further. I keep thrusting into her, crooking my fingers and hitting that perfect spot over and over again. Her moans become long, and she burst into a high-pitched orgasm for the second time.
But I am not done. I drive inside to her once again, but this time I kiss and suck and worship every inch of her. I tease each of her nipples until they are hard and standing at attention. My tongue trails her belly, around her navel. Loving her. Tasting her. Moving down again, I meet her sweet clit that is begging for my touch. I swirl and swirl around, drinking her scent, drinking her reaction until I feel her tremble beneath me again.
I look up and find her gaze; much to my surprise, I see that she has been watching me all this time.
My sex is quivering; our bodies are quivering; there is nothing but tormented desire between us. As I move up to kiss her again, I softly whisper in her ear, “Jenna, I don’t want either of us ever to forget this night.
But then there is a knock on the door; I get slightly annoyed as I hear Dylan behind it, “Sheriff, we need you at the pub.”