Misadventures of a College Girl (Misadventures #9)(25)

“You want to get naked?” he whispers, reading my mind.

Hallelujah! “Mmm hmm,” I say, excitement flooding me.

“Is that a yes?” he whispers. “I need an actual ‘yes.’”

“Yes,” I whisper. I’m trembling.

Tyler takes a deep breath. “Every step of the way, I’ll need to hear a yes from you. If you say ‘no’ at any time, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing.”

I breathe a huge sigh of relief. Until this very moment, I didn’t realize I was feeling anxiety about what we’re about to do. “Thank you.”

Tyler takes a deep, shaky breath, like he’s trying to manage extreme physical pain. “So you wanna get naked, then?”

My heart is pounding. “Yes.”

Without further ado, he sits up and slowly peels off his shirt, baring his muscled torso to me for the first time, and my eyes pop out of my head.

“Yes!” I blurt.

He chuckles and peels off his jeans, revealing gray boxer briefs covering the clear outline of a hard shaft and tip. Oh, dear God. My clit has never ached like this before. My entire body feels on the verge of a total and complete meltdown. I hold my breath, waiting for Tyler to peel off his briefs, but he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches to pull off my shirt.

“What about your underwear?” I ask as my shirt slips past my face. “Aren’t you going to take those off?”

“Patience, eager beaver.” He reaches behind my back and deftly unlatches my bra. And that’s that. I’m now sitting before him, my breasts bared to him. It’s the first time I’ve shown my naked torso to a guy in my life. My instinct is to cross my arms, but I somehow refrain.

“Have you ever been naked with a guy before?” Tyler asks softly. He looks incredibly aroused.

My nipples are tingling. I look down at myself. They’re two hard, little pebbles. “This is the first time.”

Tyler’s eyes are on fire. “They’re perfect.” He looks from my chest to my face. “You’re perfect, Zooey.”

I swallow hard. “Well, it’s not like I can take any credit for my boobs. This is how they sprouted, whether I wanted them to or not. They just grew and grew, and I kept thinking, Hey—”

“Zooey.”

I shut my mouth.

“Are you nervous, sweetheart?”

I press my lips together and nod. I’m shaking.

“Nervous like you want to slow down?”

I shake my head. “Nervous like I can’t wait to go, go, go.”

He laughs. “Excellent. Lie back, baby. You don’t need to do a thing. Just relax and I’ll handle everything.”

I lie back, still trembling, and Tyler pulls off my shorts, leaving us both in our underwear, and then he leans down and begins caressing and kissing and licking my breasts and nipples. As he kisses me, one of Tyler’s hands migrates toward the waistband of my underwear. A whimper of excitement escapes my mouth.

Instantly, Tyler’s face snaps up from my breasts, like he’s double-checking I’m still good.

“Yes,” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Tyler smiles, lowers his head, and devours my left nipple just as he slips his fingertips inside the waistband of my undies. I make a cooing sound I’ve never made before as his fingers find my wetness and gently stroke my tip.

Oh, crap. Oh, jeez. Holy hell. His fingers are doing magical things to me. I mean, oh my God—really, really magical things! I grip his bicep. Dig my nails into his flesh. Grip the sheet underneath me. Arch my back feverishly, shoving my pelvis into his touch. Oh, hot damn, that feels good. Oh, motherfuck. I coo again. And then begin gyrating like a stripper on a pole, my body craving something it’s never tasted before but inherently knows it wants.

Tyler tugs on my panties, dragging them over my hips, so I help him out and get those suckers off like they’re on fire. And now I’m naked on the bed, laid out for him like a picnic lunch. And I don’t know if it was all that making out we did at first, but I’ve never been so wet in my life. I’m ready.

“I’m going to take off my briefs now,” he whispers hoarsely.

I’m shivering with excitement. I open my mouth, and that little whimper comes out again.

“Yes?” he whispers.

I nod like a bobble-head doll. “Yes.”

He stands at the side of the bed and pulls down his briefs, and my jaw drops when his hard-on springs to freedom.

“Holy crap.”

Tyler grins. “You ever seen one before?”

“Not in person. Is that entire thing really supposed to fit inside me?”

“It’ll fit like a glove.” He crawls onto the bed next to me, his massive erection straining toward his ripped abs, and a moment later, I feel the delicious dual sensations of his warm skin pressing against mine and his hard dick poking me in the thigh.

“Your body is designed for mine,” he whispers. He rubs his tip against my thigh and moans. “You’ll see. We’re going to be a perfect fit.” He lets out a shaky exhale. “There’s no rush, though. There’s plenty we can do without me putting it in. It doesn’t have to happen tonight.”

“No, tonight’s the night,” I whisper urgently. “As soon as possible.”