Misadventures of a College Girl (Misadventures #9)(26)

He chuckles. “Patience, eager beaver.” He slides his hand between my legs again. His fingers dip inside me and begin moving in and out of me in languid, gentle strokes. After a while, he begins trailing kisses down my belly as he continues to massage me. Down, down, down his hungry mouth goes toward his moving fingers. But just before his lips reach their final destination, I reflexively clamp my thighs shut.

Tyler doesn’t miss a beat. He gently pushes my legs apart while continuing to kiss and lick the flesh right above my sex. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he says softly. “It’s gonna get me off.”

I take a deep breath and open my legs again—and two seconds later, Tyler’s warm, wet tongue lands on my clit and begins lapping at me energetically. I let out a little yelp, shocked at how good it feels. “Oh Mylanta, that’s nice.”

Tyler chuckles into my crotch, and his warm breath tickles my most sensitive flesh. His fingers begin moving in and out of me again as he eats me, sending every molecule in my body vibrating, all at once.

In short order, I’m shuddering with pleasure. Panting. Gasping for air. Groaning. I grip the sheet. Spit out a long string of expletives. Followed by an incredibly embarrassing, guttural moan. I throw my head back. “This feels so good,” I grit out. “Oh, Tyler.”

Tyler shifts position and hunkers down between my legs like he’s planning to stay a while. He gently pushes my legs open even wider—opening my folds to him like a blooming rose—and, damn it, I reflexively clamp my legs again, squeezing the poor guy’s head like a walnut in a nutcracker.

But Tyler’s not fazed. He looks up from his meal while he slowly pushes my thighs apart. “Yes?”

I take a deep breath and speak on my exhale. “Yes.”

“Clear your mind, baby. There’s no shame here. You taste amazing. I’m absolutely loving this. Just enjoy it.”

I concentrate on clearing my mind as he continues his delicious work—and soon, I’ll be damned, I feel something brewing inside me I’ve never felt before. A long, low moan escapes me. The muscles at my epicenter flutter. Tighten. My clit is tingling and swollen. It kind of hurts, actually. But it’s a pain that feels oh-so good. A wave of pleasure rises sharply inside me. A tsunami looms and threatens to consume me. I feel it hovering over me in suspended animation, waiting to crash down.

“Oh, shit,” I grit out, gripping the bedsheet with white knuckles underneath me. “I think… Oh, Jesus.”

Tyler doubles down on what he’s doing. He’s doing magical things to me with his tongue and fingers.

“Tyler,” I whisper. “Oh, God. I’m about to come, I think.”

A deep-seated coiling overtakes my deepest muscles. I’m a rubber band about to snap. I look down and see Tyler’s beautiful, bobbing head between my legs. His muscled shoulders. The tattoos on his bulging arms. I listen to the lapping sounds his tongue and lips are making as he eats me. The sounds of his breathing. His occasional growls. I peek at his hard dick. Its tip is wet and shiny. I imagine myself licking it like a lollipop. And that does it. Heat flashes into my clit almost painfully. Every muscle in my body tightens, all at once. My skin pricks with goose bumps. My toes curl. And then…

Oh, God. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Yes! “Oh!” I shout. “Oh, my God! I’m…ooooh, Tyler!”

My muscles surrounding Tyler’s fingers begin squeezing and clenching in rhythmic waves, shooting spasms of pleasure throughout my core. It’s a sensation of pure bliss like nothing I’ve felt before. Heaven. Unmitigated ecstasy. Rapture.

All of a sudden, Tyler’s at my mouth, smiling and laughing. Cooing about how sexy I am. Kissing me.

“I came,” I whisper after the waves of pleasure have subsided. I cup his cheeks with my palms. “You did it!”

“You did it.”

“I did it!” I pull him toward me and kiss him, my heart bursting. This moment is perfect. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone but Tyler, exactly like this. How could I have been so stupid as to think I could give my virginity away to some random dude at a party? And without even bothering to mention it was my first time? I was a fool.

Our kiss is ramping up. I grab Tyler’s hard dick, eager to give him pleasure the way he’s done for me. But he breaks away from our kiss, panting, and touches my hand. “Like this, sweetheart.” He repositions my hand and shows me how to move it. “Yeah, that’s nice. A little more pressure. Oh yeah, that’s really nice.”

“Show me,” I say.

“You’re doing it.”

“No, show me how you do it to yourself.”

Tyler rolls onto his side next to me and jerks himself off while I study the movement of his hand. After a moment, I take over the job for him.

“Like this?”

“Yup,” he says, his voice tight. “Exactly.” His dick feels silky smooth in my hand. It’s turning me on to stroke him. But after not too long, Tyler inhales sharply and puts his hand on mine, stopping my movement. “I’m about to lose it,” he explains, his voice taut. “If you want to give a guy your first hand job to completion, then keep going. If you want me to be able to put it inside you in the very near future, then you’ve got to stop.”

I release him from my grip, serenity flooding me. I know exactly what I want. And it isn’t to give Tyler Caldwell my first hand job. I want this boy inside me, pronto. “Put on a condom,” I whisper, my eyes blazing. I lie down and arch my back, jutting my breasts and peaked nipples into the air toward him. “I want you inside me, Tyler. I’m ready.”