Misadventures of a College Girl (Misadventures #9)(34)

Thank you.

Tyler replies instantly.

Don’t thank me. I’m not coming to get you for your benefit. I’m coming to get you for mine.





Chapter Twenty





In a frenzy of heat, Tyler pulls off my clothes and guides me onto his kitchen table on my back and begins covering my body with greedy kisses. His lips are on my neck and then my breast. My nipple is in his hungry mouth. His fingers are brushing lightly against my thigh and then across my hipbone. I arch my back with pleasure at the urgency of his touch, his mouth, his lips.

“Your roommates might come in,” I whisper.

“They’re all out getting postgame pussy,” he says. “We’ve got at least a couple hours.”

“Oh, no,” I gasp out. “I hope nobody catches us fucking!” It’s a reference to one of the line items under Phase Two of Tyler’s syllabus, of course. But I’m also being sincere: If any of his roommates were to catch us in the act, I’d die of embarrassment on the spot.

“No one will catch us,” Tyler growls. “But if they did, it’d be hot as fuck.”

He takes off his shirt, revealing not only his usual hotness but also several horrific-looking welts and bruises on his glorious torso—mementos from the bone-crushing hits he administered in today’s game, no doubt.

“Tyler,” I breathe. “You poor thing.”

“A taste of your pussy and the pain will magically disappear.”

He opens my legs forcefully, nothing like the gentle way he’s opened my legs this past week—and my entire body spasms at this new kind of touch. His tongue finds my clit. Again, his urgency is something new. I arch my back, shoving myself into him fervently. He groans loudly, obviously enjoying my enthusiasm, and the sound of his pleasure sends me over the edge. I let out a low moan as my body begins clenching and rippling into his mouth, and he responds with an animalistic sound that sends shivers across my skin.

By the time my climax has subsided, Tyler’s got a condom stretched onto his massive erection. He pulls a chair out from the kitchen table, sits, and guides me to straddle him. For a brief moment, I stand over him, gawking at his hard-on straining toward my entrance. Every fiber of my body wants to lower myself onto it, but my brain is hesitating. That thing looks like it could impale me.

“You’re gonna love it on top,” he says, reading my mind. “Trust me.”

Well, that’s good enough for me. Because I do trust Tyler. Completely. I position myself over his tip, and he grabs my hips and pushes me down onto him.

I gasp at the sensation of him filling me at this new angle. Oh, man, he’s deeper inside me than he’s ever been. He’s taking my breath away.

“Breathe,” Tyler whispers. “Relax into it.”

I do as I’m told, and my body molds to him comfortably.

“Now ride me,” he commands. He grabs the back of my neck. “Hump me, back and forth. Snap your hips and rub your clit against my dick as you ride me.”

I follow his instructions and, instantly, my body explodes with pleasure. “Oh.”

“Good?”

“Really good.”

I hump him until we’re both in a frenzy.

“I’m gonna slide my thumb up your ass now,” Tyler grits out. His voice is husky with desire. “Keep riding me, cowgirl.”

I never thought the idea of Tyler or anyone sticking a thumb or anything else up my ass would turn me on, but I’ll be damned, I’m enthralled by the idea. I nod.

“Yes?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

His thumb enters me and pushes gently past the thick ring of muscles at my entrance. I gasp at the unexpectedly pleasurable sensation and begin riding him even harder, my body flooded with a new kind of pleasure.

After a moment, Tyler does…something…back there. What the hell is he doing in my ass? And all of a sudden, I’m so freaking turned on, I can’t control my body. I feel like he’s just slammed his foot down onto my body’s gas pedal.

“Holy shit,” Tyler chokes out. “Someone likes ass play.”

I’m wailing with pleasure. Screaming Tyler’s name. Suddenly, I feel like my eyes are about to roll back into my head.

And then…

A supernatural stillness overtakes me. Time stops. My skin erupts with goose bumps. My toes curl.

Heaven.

Shockwaves of pleasure shoot through my every nerve ending, all at once, zinging into my toes and fingertips and clit and ass with unyielding force. I jerk around for a moment on top of Tyler like a sinner at a Baptist revival, until finally, blessedly, I throw my arms around his neck and collapse into a sweaty pile of goo.

Tyler wraps his powerful arms around my back and pulls me close—so close, my breasts smash into his chest. “That was amazing,” he whispers, his breathing labored. “The best sex I’ve ever had.”

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “For me, too.”

“That statement means absolutely nothing coming from you, Zooey.”

I giggle. “What the hell just happened? I felt like I was possessed by a demon.”

Tyler kisses my bare shoulder. “That, my dear, was your first all-body orgasm. Ten times more powerful than a clitoral orgasm. The holy grail.”