Give and Receive - Bundle (Books 1-2): New Adult Romance (14 page)

He knew she heard him shift. Practically clocking the exact moment his dick stood to attention. Almost military-like in precision.

“Isn’t that what you wanted to talk about earlier? How I begged and pleaded pretty please, with a cherry on top? You know… for you to tongue fuck my absolutely beautiful, soaking wet, gorgeous little cunt?”

He made a strangled noise in his throat.

She was playing dirty. She also managed to gain the upper hand. A fact not lost on him.

“Do I taste like candy, baby? Sticky and yummy…and oh, so sweet?”

He groaned something inaudibly.

“I’m sorry. Did you say something, Ty?”

“Why. Are. You. Teasing. Me.” He ground the words out slowly. Carefully. Like it physically hurt to say them.

“I don’t want to play games with you, Ty. I promise. I tried asking a question and you seemed...reluctant to answer. So I thought changing the subject might make things easier. Is that so bad?”

He heard her grab more popcorn. Popping it in her mouth.

“It’s like the microphone thing you were talking about with Danny a few months ago. Remember that? You were just trying to change the subject too, right? It certainly couldn’t have been for anything else. Which by the way, thanks for reminding me. I did get that microphone for the new studio I’m building in my house.”

She took a gulp of whatever she was drinking. Swallowing loudly.

“And you were right, of course. The enormously, thick microphone was the best choice. How’d you figure it would be the nicest fit between my…I mean, 
against
 my lips?”

Ty moaned. An animalistic, guttural sound.

He also began to sport a fabulous erection, patting himself painfully. “Down boy.” Ty muttered to his dick. Defiantly growing harder still. He winced.

“Pardon? Did you say something, darlin’?”

Lena’s voice a buttery caress. Sliding down his neck. Dripping all over his spine. Molten lava.

“Nothing.”

“You sure now…I don’t want to ignore you, baby.”

Lena laughed softly.

“Oh yeah. Never that.” Ty scowled into the phone.

“By now you’re thinking about how my mouth would feel. Sucking your cock between my lips. Letting my hot, moist tongue go up and down the shaft of that lovely penis of yours. Does that sound about right, Ty?”

“Fuck.” Ty whispered softly. The images enveloped his mind. Lena’s mouth closing around his cock. Going down. Buried in the back of her throat. Holding her head. Silky curls, spilling over in his hand. Warm, wet semen spilling down her throat.

“I bet you’re thinking about how far I would take you, right? Backing off until I could lick under the tip. Taking you back again, between my lips. Would you like that?”

Ty throat went dry.

He opened his mouth to speak and failed.

All she could hear was the harshness of his breathing. She remembered how his breath felt on the back of her neck.

Blazing, luscious lips on flesh. Fingers strumming her clit like they owned it. She shook herself. Enough of that.

This was about fucking with Tyler. Back to work.

“Do you want me to stop? I can if you want me to, Ty. All you have to do is ask. But you have to say so. I might not be able to stop if you don’t.”

Lena sounded mocking. Turning his words back on him.

Her hand brushed over the juncture of her thighs. The core of her sex radiated heat, spreading throughout her entire body. Her fingers dipped in between her legs. Lightly caressing the inflamed skin of her clit. Moisture trickled, and her nipples tensed.

It was impossible to deny her bodies response. She played a dangerous game of cat and mouse.

“Ty? Stay with me, baby. You didn’t answer my question. Do you want me to stop? Because I will. I’ll stop right now. You won’t get to hear the rest, Ty. How I would keep sucking you. Licking you. Milking you. Until all that delicious come sprays out, going down my throat. Say something now, Ty. Or I’ll stop.”

“Wait.”

“Hold on. I just wanna get this butter off my finger. It’s dripping down a little. I have to put my whole finger in my mouth. Deep in the back of my throat. So I can suck it off.”

She made a throaty noise and moaned.

“
God
 that tastes good. Lots of butter, a little salt, dash of sugar…kind of like the perfect tasting…well. Never mind. I shouldn’t say it.”

“Say…what?” Ty voice cracked over the phone.

“Nothing. In fact, forget I said anything. I’m so embarrassed. I feel like I’ve been extremely inappropriate. So I’m going to hang up now. I’ll get at you tomorr-”

“No…
wait
.” He sounded desperate.

“Lena. Please.”

“Please what?” She couldn’t stop the smile of satisfaction, coloring her voice.

“Don’t stop. Please…don’t stop.”

His voice was low. Strained. Full of sex…and dark heat.

Gotcha, bitch
.

She was soaking wet now. Exactly what she deserved. Doing shit she knew she had no business doing. She inhaled sharply.

Her fingers strumming between the fleshy, warm folds of her pussy. Thighs parting wider on the couch. Her white cotton nightshirt riding up above her hips with movement.

Ah, well. She’d reconcile with her conscience later.

She moaned, soaking her fingers in the wetness of her labia. Bringing them up to her tongue. Sucking them into her mouth.

“Fuck….oh god, Ty. My pussy tastes so good. Sweet and a little spicy…like some kind of exotic fruit. But I guess you knew that, right?”

She laughed breathlessly. His breathing becoming more irregular, and heavy.

Oh yeah. She knew he remembered.

“I wonder how you would taste mixed with my juices…maybe like cookies and cream? I’ve considered so many times what would happen if I finally gave in and sampled you. You would be sweet and salty, maybe…like my popcorn. Don’t you think?” 

Ty growled a noise. Low in his throat. A feral animal in heat. Unsafe. Predatory. Explosive.

Lena shivered in spite of herself. He sounded…hot.

“I would kiss all that delicious pre-come off of you, licking those throbbing veins. Sucking you until you couldn’t wait anymore. Your cream would spurt and flood into my waiting mouth. Spilling out because it’s so much.”

She elicited a loud moan.

“Jesus Christ, you feel good between my lips. I would suck every last drop of the rest of you down my throat. Nipping and licking…all around you. Would that feel good, baby?”

She flattened her palm on her stomach. Feeling the curves and dips. Caressing the skin there. Feeling warmth, and the finest sheen of sweat.

Her hands traveled upwards. Circling her nipples. One, then the other. She gave them a stiff pinch, closing her eyes at the startling jolt of sensation.

“Are you fisting that big, fat cock of yours thinking about it? Are you touching yourself, Ty? Because I am. My fingers are so buried in my cunt, they are completely saturated with my own wetness. I’m finger fucking myself like it was you. Have to use four fingers, though. You’re so thick, it’s the only thing close to you right now.”

“Oh god. Lena…I can feel it. I can feel your lips on me. You feel so good. So fucking amazing.”

Ty’s voice was rough, husky. Tightened with emotion.

“Tell me how you’re touching yourself. I want to hear it. You don’t want me to stop, do you? I would hate to do that now…especially when we’ve…come…so far.”

She was right. He knew. He remembered.

Her taste, musky and sensual.

Permanently etched into his mind forever.

“Jesus Fucking Christ, Lena. What are you doing to me?” Ty unzipped his pants so his cock sprang free, sliding his hand up the shaft. Feeling its warmth. He felt the drops of pre-come, rising to the top. Running over. Using it to lubricate his hand.

“I’m trying to make you feel good, baby…you remember? Like you did to me?”

What the fuck? Of course there was an angle.

Wasn’t there always one where Lena was concerned?

Would it ever be any other way with her?

Ty scowled. Both at her, and at his own nerve.

“Oh, I see. I get it. I fucking get it.”

“You get what?”

“This is payback. You’re angry I played games with you. You’re even angrier at yourself for actually liking it. And you want to take it out on me. I get it. It’s unfortunate, but I do get it.” He shook his head ruefully.

“Congrats. You win. Whatever that’s worth, Lena. Because here’s some more truth. You might be sorry, but 
I’m not
. Not about anything that happened that night. Not about this. Not about anything. It was the only way to get through to you. So there. I said it. Happy now?”

“Oh, I’m thrilled. Absolutely peachy keen.”

“I can tell.”

“Well, then. I guess that’s all there is to say, isn’t it? I’m bored now, Ty. So I’ll be going now. Talk atcha later, kid.”

“Will you stop, already? It wasn’t all a game. You have to believe that, Lena. It…started out one way but something changed. I don’t know what happened. I promise I don’t. I just know it wasn’t a game anymore.”

“Ty.”

“It’s not a game now. Just…don’t stop, baby. Please don’t stop.”

“Ty.”

“You’re making me beg. Is that what you wanted?”

“
Tyler
.”

“What?”

“Shut up.”

He laughed out loud.

Lena smiled reluctantly into the phone.

The things he got her into.

After all, this certainly was none of
her
liability.

As long as that was clear.

“What are we doing, Ty? More importantly, why am I doing it with you?”

“Having the best phone fuck I’ve ever had in my life, if I’m not mistaken.”

Ty closed his eyes. Prayed for endurance.

He was so hard, so rigid, it was tortuous.

And she wanted to talk about this 
now
?

“And as to why? You know why. You’ve always known the why.”

“Explain it to me, Ty. Explain the why so I can shut my brain up later, when she smacks me across the face with an upper left to the jaw.”

“You could duck when she does it. I mean, since you know it’s coming and all.”

“Really, Ty?” Lena sighed. “You know, if I had any sense, which we’ve clearly seen I don’t, I would hang up the phone. Pretending none of this ever happened.”

She shook her head regretfully. “Yet and still, as we speak, my fingers continue to stroke an absolutely swollen clit.”

“Jesus,” Ty muttered, biting back an oath. Realizing he was still stroking himself as well. Sweat glistened on his forehead. His hand moving up and down his engorged cock with smooth, practiced strokes.

Slow and measured at first. Then faster, more rapidly. The feeling so intense he couldn’t help moaning out loud.