Out of Darkness (17 page)

“Tyler,” she breathed loudly as he bit down harder on her nipple.

“I don’t know about you,” he said as he let go of the hardness with a loud pop. “But I think we just need to get your first one out of the way.”

She wasn’t exactly sure what he meant until she opened her eyes and saw his index finger go to his mouth. Once there, he licked the tip and then brought that finger to the center of her body.

“Damn baby,” he cursed loudly, feeling the wetness there.

With practiced fingers, he ran them between the folds of her body, concentrating on the nub that begged for attention. His other hand continued to toy with her nipple, amazed at how hard it continued to get.

She ran her hands up his chest, frustrated that she couldn’t feel his bare skin. That frustration wasn’t enough to make him stop what he was doing.

Her hips slammed against his hand as his finger picked up speed on her clit. “What will it take to get you there?” he ground out between his teeth.

“Faster, not harder. Just stay consistent,” she panted, canting her hips to go along with his ministrations.

“Do you need my fingers in you?” he asked, obviously not shy when it came to what his lover needed.

“No,” she shook her head, it falling back as her mouth opened. “Just whatever you do, don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”

Her hair tickled the small of her back as she threw it back, letting herself go in the throes of the passion he evoked within her.

“Give it to me,” he instructed her, feeling her thighs begin to tighten.

Her whole body tensed, and she pitched forward as her release broke through. She landed in his arms, her body still shaking as she came down from her high.

“You are entirely too good at that,” she smiled lazily, relaxed now.

He laughed. “I didn’t realize there was such a thing as too good.”

“You’re right,” she conceded. “There’s not, not at that anyway.”

He thought that maybe they were done, but she surprised him when she got up from the bed and walked over to the bag they had bought at the sex store not so long ago. She reached inside and pulled something out.

“What have you got?” he asked, adjusting the hardness that tented his jeans.

“What we need to ease the ache that I still have inside of my body.”

He looked as she held up the circle of a condom. Obviously, he was wrong and this wasn’t over yet. She stood, her hands on her hips, her breasts jutting out just so.

“I’m gonna need you to take off the rest of your clothes, Mr. Blackfoot. You need to be naked for what I have in mind.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

S
he walked over to where he sat on the bed, his mouth hanging open in awe. Maybe he hadn’t expected her to be so forward, but she enjoyed the fact that he seemed to be speechless. Running her hands over his cut, she slipped it off his shoulders and set it with care on the chair that sat near the bed.

As she turned around, she saw his hands go to the hem of the thermal shirt he wore.

“Uh uh,” she shook her finger at him. “I get to do this.”

“Then by all means, don’t let me take anything away from you,” he told her, dropping his hands and then using them to lean back with. “Do whatever you want.”

Putting her own hands at the hem of his shirt, she ran them up underneath, feeling the warmth and smoothness of the skin there. As she ran them up, she caught the material of the shirt and took it off as she ran her hands up to his shoulders. Appreciation colored her cheeks.

“I never see you work out, but you really do have the body of a God,” she complimented.

His laugh was a little shaky. The only thing that told her how close he was to losing his control. “I usually work out at night while you’re asleep.”

She opened her mouth slightly and then drew her eyebrows together, fixing him with a look that was pure vixen. She gazed at him under her eyelashes. “Invite me sometime.”

“Ye…yeah….sure,” he stammered.

The fact that he stammered gave her a secret thrill. She had never been one to strike a man speechless, to inspire great amounts of passion, and this turned her on more than anything. Kneeling down in front of him, she went to work on the laces of his motorcycle boots. When he’d helped her get those off, she went to work on the button of his jeans. He lay completely flat on his back because the vision of her kneeling in front of his hard cock caused too many emotions to fly through his mind.

Empowered, she used her finger and thumb to pull the zipper down, making sure to cup her hand around the hardness that she just couldn’t ignore. He hissed and ground his head even deeper back into the mattress.

“You are tryin’ to fuckin’ kill me,” he accused her, his accent thicker than normal.

A laugh bubbled deep in her throat. “Only like you try to kill me. Turnabout is fair play,” she pointed out.

After what felt like a million years, she had his jeans and underwear off, leaving him exposed. He felt a little shy because of how exposed his emotions were with her, but knew that she felt just as exposed with him. He jackknifed, his abs tightening as she ran her hand down the length of his cock. Her touch was sure and constant, not hesitant at all. That told him more than anything that she really was ready for this. She did know her own mind and didn’t need him to make decisions for her.

“You can’t play around with me, the way I do with you. Not this first time,” he ground out between his teeth. “I can’t hold it together,” he admitted.

That admission was hot. Knowing just how strong he was and how tight he kept hold of himself told her just how close he was to blowing his top. Opening the condom she’d brought, she pushed it down onto the length of him.

Bringing her knee up on the bed, she straddled his waist. “This is how I want to do this the first time,” she told him, her mind completely made up.

“Whatever you need.”

She brought her hands up to his and pushed them back against the softness of the bed in order to stabilize herself. He gripped her fingers harder than he would have liked to keep himself under control. As she rose and sank down on his length, they both moaned.

“You okay?” he asked her as she stilled for a moment, closing her eyes.

She nodded. The feelings welling up inside her were numerous. She had known this would bring a lot of them to surface and possibly bring memories that she wasn’t ready for. It was a surprise when all she could think about was how good and right she felt with him inside her body.

“I’m good,” she told him, a smile on her face.

Tentatively, she began to rock against him, raising and lowering herself in a rhythm that only the two of them knew.

“I’ll try not to embarrass myself,” he told her, only half joking.

When they got their rhythm down, she let go of his hands, using his chest to brace herself. That allowed his hands freedom to roam, and she shivered as he ran them all over her body. Nothing went untouched by him, her legs, her thighs, her stomach, her back, her face, her breasts. They were all caressed softly as he let her take the lead.

Sweat poured from his brow, and she knew that he was holding back for her. She knew that this pace wasn’t enough to get her there, but she just enjoyed it.

“I’ve never been a more than one time kinda girl,” she told him as he closed his eyes.

“With me, one time isn’t going to cut it,” he promised her.

Just like before, he brought his finger to the core of her body and began rubbing consistently. Not letting up, even when the canting of her hips increased. Her fingers on his pecks flexed and her nails bit into his skin.

“Fuck,” he growled, wanting to flip her over and follow the instincts of his body. But with her, this time, he knew he couldn’t. “Come for me,” he coaxed her.

She really thought that she couldn’t. She never had before, especially not with penetration. She just wasn’t ‘one of those’ girls. The orgasm hit her out of left field, and she gasped loudly, digging her fingers into his skin.

“Yeah,” he encouraged her. “That’s what I want.”

When she let out a deep breath, trying to control the beating of her heart, he took it as his cue. Gripping his hands tightly around her hips, he held her in place as he pushed himself deeply into her core at a much faster pace than what she had set.

She wished she could tell him the things that he told her, that she could talk him through it, like he had her. The fact of the matter was though, she had no experience with that.

“Do you want me to come?” he asked her, looking into her eyes.

His were wild, much like she imagined his ancestors were. “Yes,” she nodded. “I do.”

His body tightened and he pushed his head back, slamming his eyes shut. “Meredith,” he breathed, and she felt the surge of his hardness inside of her. She felt the tension leave his body even when he continued to thrust inside her, almost like he couldn’t stop.

When he finally did, he gave a soft sigh and opened his arms for her. In a completely comfortable silence, he lay her beside his body and stroked her back until they both fell asleep.

Chapter Twenty-Four

M
eredith was running through a dark alley. The ground wet with a recent rain, the smell of garbage pungent in her nose. She didn’t know where she was going, she only felt an urgency that she had to get there quickly. Footsteps were coming up behind her, but she didn’t know if they were friend or foe. Turning her head to the side, she tried to see behind her, but all she saw was darkness. The feeling of panic began to overtake her. She could feel the person gaining on her, causing her to break into a full-on run. Her arms pumped at her sides, her hamstrings and calves screamed as she pushed herself to go even faster. She looked around everywhere in this never ending alley, trying to find a door to go into. Just as she saw one up ahead, a hand clamped down on her shoulder and she screamed.

“Mer? It’s me, you’re okay,” Tyler cooed to the woman in his arms.

She had awakened him moments before while thrashing against the sheets, her arms and legs moving like she was running from someone. He saw her eyes widen as she tried to acclimate herself to her surroundings. Breath gushed from her mouth as she tried to slow her breathing to normal.