Tyler Page 3

  I don’t want to scare her, like I’m an obsessed stalker so I go for a scaled back version of the truth. “I just know, Sophie, I knew as soon as I got that first email from you bossing me around. You’re it. You’re my one.”

  She’s started chewing her lip again so I reach across the table and drag my thumb gently across it until she relaxes her mouth. Her breath hitches slightly as I reach for her hand and press a kiss into her palm.

  “You’re not seeing anyone else, are you?” I’m honestly not that worried. Just one more obstacle to clear if she is and I know her well enough already that she wouldn’t be here with me now if she was truly serious about someone else.

  She shakes her head no, her eyes not quite meeting mine. “I uh, don’t have a lot of experience.”

  Ah, fuck. “Define not a lot for me, Princess. How careful do I need to be?”

  “Uhh, I had one lover in college. Well… lover might not be the right term. He was a friend I thought. But it turned out he suspected he was gay and just wanted to try it with a girl before committing. He decided girls weren’t his thing.” She’s hanging her head like she has something to apologize for.

  “Fuck.” She jerks her head up looking like she’s ready to run out of the restaurant with embarrassment. I’m glad we’re back in the corner and she’ll have to go past me to get to the door. “Sophie, he was a piece of shit and had no right to use you like that.”

  She sighs and goes back to chewing her lip. It’s killing me. “I know. But the worst part is I was kind of using him too. I was tired of not knowing what all the fuss was about. He seemed … safe. My heart wasn’t broken. It wasn’t really even involved but it… the experience wasn’t anything to write home about either.”

  Her lips quirk up suddenly and her eyes brighten with humor. “Are you accepting the mission, Agent Carmichael?”

  Shit. My girl has my number. “Damn straight, Princess.”

  5

  SOPHIE

  Oh God, I honestly have no idea why I just issued that challenge to Tyler. I think I got so strung out from worrying about my inexperience and what might happen between us that I went all the way in the opposite direction. That and the little inner voice that shouted in my ear Live a little for once. Make a few real memories for Pete’s sake. So somewhere in there I decided to go with the flow and take Tyler up on his unspoken invitation. I don’t for a minute think this is a long term thing despite what he’s said today. But something tells me one night with Tyler is worth a hundred with a regular Tom, Dick or Harry; none of whom are exactly lined up at my door.

  At some point we ordered food but I don’t remember doing it, or what I ordered. I know I ate but honestly my attention was all on Tyler. At least three times he looked over at me and smirked saying something like “Eat, princess. I’m going to fuck you all night long and you’ll need to keep up your strength.”

  When I tease him for details while blatantly licking sauce off of my finger he stokes the flames by grunting. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to start with spanking your delectable ass.”

  I go still, sucking on my index finger to prevent the moan from escaping. The idea of him bending me over and smacking my rear isn’t as disturbing as I would have thought. But I can’t imagine doing that with anyone but Tyler either. He must see the idea intrigues me because he leans in closer so that only I can hear him. “Afterwards when your ass is rosy, I’m going to eat you out. And if you’re a very good girl while I’m feasting on you, then I might let you feel my cock in that tight little pussy you’ve been keeping under wraps.”

  I audibly gulp and then I feel a blush rise up my body with the inevitability of the incoming tide. My pussy is flooding with anticipation. I can’t take my eyes away from Tyler’s beautiful face. The lines at the corners of his eyes have deepened and there’s a mischievous twinkle in his oh-so-blue eyes that goes right to my heart.

  “Are you serious?” I ask suspiciously.

  “Only one way to find out.” He’s not even trying to hide the smirk.

  A waiter wanders by and I gesture him over “Can I get a box?”

  He glances knowingly between us. “Of course, I’ll be right back.”

  Tyler is shifting in his seat like I’ve called his bluff before he was ready. “You sure about this Princess? I meant it when I said this was for the long term. I don’t want to rush you if you’re not ready. I mean I do want to rush you but I don’t want to… pressure you, I guess.”

  He looks… unsure I guess is the word. And suddenly I realize that he doesn’t have any more experience than I do. Not the sex part, I’m confident he knows exactly what he’s doing there, but we haven’t really talked about his past relationships if he had any. Probably a better topic for tomorrow. I reach across and take his big hand in mine. “I’m sure, hot stuff. You can’t duck out of the mission now. Like it says in the Alpha Corps lobby, always forward, right?”

  He gaze goes hot again and suddenly I can’t get out of this restaurant fast enough. I shovel the food from my plate into the white takeout box the waiter brought because I like good food and I’m determined to actually taste this lasagna at some point, while Tyler takes out his wallet and tosses enough twenties on the table to cover the bill and a generous tip. Then he pulls me up and tugs me out to the truck. This time when he helps me in, his hand lingers on my hip and he sneaks in a long deep kiss. “God, Princess. You’re killing me.”

  He gets in and I give him my address to plug into the GPS. It’s a good thing too because I can’t take my eyes off of him. He keeps his attention focused on the road but I’m free to check him out. His profile is fiercely masculine and I would have gotten goosebumps if I were seeing it in a movie or on a TV screen. In real life? It’s all I can do not to jump him, probably not a good idea while we’re in traffic but I’m seriously considering it. I’ve no idea where we are until he pulls into my apartment complex.

  I’m still in an arousal-induced haze as we climb the exterior steps to my top floor studio apartment. I can’t even remember what state of mess I left it in this morning. It’s small, not just cozy but like tiny. There’s a full-size bed, the space won’t even fit a queen, that also serves as my couch and office, a dresser with the TV on top and my art desk with the giant monitor I splurged on when I got my first paycheck from Alpha Corps. Besides that there’s the bathroom that fits only a shower instead of a tub and a kitchen that’s about the same size. I’m not even sure Tyler can fit his shoulders in those two rooms. He doesn’t seem to care though. As soon as we’re through the front door, he’s closed it and locked it behind him. I catch him do a quick military-style survey of the room from the door and then he’s tugging me over to the bed. I can feel my face turning red again with embarrassment when he leaves me standing there while he reaches over and starts stacking the books and notepads I have scattered on the far side. He neatly places them on the floor in the corner of the room— there aren’t any better choices which is why they were on the bed in the first place. “I’m sorry.” I mumble. “I’m a bit of a slob.”

  He glances up at me his eyes still burning. “Princess, I’m never going to be sorry that you were holding that space for me.”

  Then he comes back around and gently raises my work blouse from the hem and up over my shoulders. I’m standing there in a pale blue bra. I can’t remember if my panties even come close to matching. He gives my thrusting breasts a hungry look but doesn’t touch. Instead he gets down on his knees and reaches for the button on my black pants. I have no idea where I should be putting my hands but on their own volition my arms raise to rest on his broad shoulders. He efficiently strips my pants down and gently lifts my right leg out taking time to pull off my shoe and sock too. Then he does the same thing with my left leg. Right now I want to collapse on top of him but he puts his big hands on the backs of my generous thighs directing me to move them apart. I do until his hands stop the gentle tug. He reaches one hand up to my pussy still covered with the panties I put on this
morning without thinking anyone else would see them. They’re pink by the way. “You’re soaked through, Princess. Did you touch yourself today?”

  “Noooo. I would have but the bathrooms aren’t exactly private.”

  “Poor baby. Are you aching?” He’s gently tracing the seam that rests over my clit and then up and along the top band and my lower abdomen. My muscles spasm in response and I can feel a fresh burst of liquid trail down, inviting him in.

  “Yes!”

  He pauses his teasing caress to meet my eyes. Then his gaze trails down, taking me in. “Your breasts are feeling left out, aren’t they?” He doesn’t wait for my response. “They’re practically begging me for attention. Put your hands on your nipples and follow what I’m doing. If you stop, I’ll stop, got it?” He lowers his head and begins to pull my panties down.

  I bring my hands up to my breasts, but now I’m curious. “How will you know?”

  He flashes a grin. “I’ll know.”

  Then he’s parting the lips of my pussy with his broad thumbs, his fingers spread to hold my hips in place. His tongue is licking small circles around my clit. I trace matching lines with my fingers on my lace-covered breasts. My nipples harden into stiff peaks, abrading almost painfully against the fabric. I arch my back in response, bringing my clit into a sharper angle with Tyler’s lips. I feel his groan through his mouth and fingers. “Fuck, you’re sweet, Sophie.”

  He sucks my clit into his mouth, using his tongue and suction while my fingers tug at my stiff nipples. until I’m flying apart. With one final soft kiss he pushes me gently back onto the bed. I’m staring up him gasping for breath as he quickly strips his shirt over his head. Then I’m breathless for a whole other reason. His chest could have been sculpted from marble and displayed in a museum. Bold tribal tattoos decorate his upper arms and pecs. These aren’t the trendy ones designed to accent a showroom body. These look real in the sense that they might have been done in a jungle. I think my tongue is hanging out.

  Amusement mixes with heat in his gaze when he looks back at me. “Like what you see, Princess?”

  I push up slightly on my elbows and nod affirmatively. “Unhuh.” What’s the point in lying now?

  He finishes undressing and I’m just trying to sit up farther to get a better view of his cock. It looks much too big and I’m starting to worry when he bends over and gently picks up my ankles. “Scoot back Princess.” I push myself back into the center of the bed and then I’m experiencing my fantasy from earlier in the day. He’s careful not to put all his weight on me but with one leg between mine I have that delicious feeling of being pressed into the mattress. I reach for him to pull him closer but he pulls back. “Not so fast, Sophie. I’m going to make sure this is something you remember while I’m gone. Be patient a little longer.”

  I pout and he laughs. “Shit, you’re so perfect Princess. You have no idea.”

  He ducks his head down to lave my breast, still held captive by my bra, the only piece of clothing between the two of us. He keeps this up until I’m writhing beneath him and practically growling with the need to have him pressed between my legs.

  6

  TYLER

  Sophie is… more than I could ever have imagined and I had more than a few hot fantasies starring her over the last few months. She’s so damn responsive and it’s all for me. My balls are aching but I need this to be so mind-blowing good for her that I’m all she thinks about for the next few months, until I can get back and do it all again. Then I’m putting a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly, not necessarily in that order. I kiss her deeply, tangling my tongue with hers and slowly pushing two fingers inside her pretty little pussy. She’s so damn tight, I have to slide them back and forth for a minute, lubricated with her sweet nectar before I can stretch her out with a third. She’s gasping and restlessly moving her legs like her body can’t decide what to do first.

  When I finally get three fingers curled inside her, her walls clinging tightly I can feel another orgasm rolling through, her nails rake sharply across my back. My cock jerks in response.

  “Tyler!” she shouts, demanding more.

  “I’m here, baby. You ready to take my cock? I’ll go as slow as I can.”

  “Mphhmlms” she mumbles against my neck while her thighs clench convulsively against my hand.

  I reach down with my free hand to find the condom packet I set aside. “Gonna need that hand back for just a second, baby.”

  She mumbles some more, then gradually relaxes her legs. She’s pouting again.

  “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” I’m all thumbs fumbling to open the wrapper but eventually I’m covered and poised at her entrance.

  Her eyes are dilated and she’s trembling as I slowly slide the head of my cock past her swollen lips.

  “Now, Tyler! I can’t wait any longer.”

  She’s so wet I just keep pushing in slow until I’m fully sheathed in her tight little pussy. “You okay, Sophie?”

  She nods slightly but she’s biting her lip so I wait, holding as still I can even though it takes everything I’ve got not to pound into her like a rutting animal.

  “I feel so… so full, like you were always to supposed to be inside me. Like you’ve been missing.”

  Ah hell, with that she took every last bit of my heart and made it hers. She had most of it already anyway but that sealed the deal.

  She wraps her legs around me, pulling me in closer so I lean down for another kiss and then pull my cock back, almost all the way out. I thrust into her hot depths over and over until I feel the tension coiling in her core once more. I reach down between us and rub her clit counterclockwise until she flies apart. “Tyler!”

  “Cum for me, Princess. Cum on my cock so I can feel all of you.”

  She does and as her walls clench with delicious pressure around my throbbing cock I feel my balls draw up. Then all I can see are stars.

  SOPHIE

  I’m completely boneless and have lost all ability to move. How did I not know this was what sex could be? But then I look directly into Taylor’s blue eyes where I can see little golden sparks as he cums deep inside me and I know that this is only possible with him. There’s probably lots of ‘better than Dan’, the guy I experimented with in college, out there but I don’t need to sample it to know it doesn’t get better than Tyler. He presses his forehead down on my shoulder briefly as he shudders with his release. Then he’s dropping tiny soft kisses along the slope of my breast and I just want to curl into him and hold him tight.

  I instantly feel the loss when he finally pulls out of me and goes into the bathroom. I was right, he has to turn sideways to get through the doorway. He disposes of the condom and then comes back to me with a warm washcloth, gently washing away the stickiness. He expertly tosses the wet cloth back into the bathroom from where he’s seated on the bed. Then he stretches out next to me, pulling me close and the covers up over us.

  He drops a kiss onto my temple and I feel like my face can’t stop smiling. “You’re mine now, Sophie.” It’s 95% bossy alpha (so hot!) but I still hear the small question embedded that’s asking for reassurance.

  I reach down and place my hand possessively over the arm he’s wrapped around my waist. “Yes, Tyler. I’m yours. And you’re mine too, right?” There’s a warning in there just in case I’m missing something and he’s thinking he can have a girl in every port.

  He snorts above my head which is pressed into his shoulder. “If you have to ask, then I didn’t do that right.” He pauses and drops another kiss on my head. “100%, Sophie, from here until eternity. I’m all yours.”

  We sleep for a few hours and then wake twice more during the night to make love slowly. Tyler is rocking his hips, filling me with his cock once again when I remember that he’s due to deploy next week. I pull him tighter suddenly at the thought and he brings a finger up, tracking the curve of my upper lip. “What’s up, Princess?”

  I shake my head slightly until we’ve both
come back down to earth again. He’s cradling me like a delicate flower when I finally speak. “When do you have to leave?” I try to sound matter of fact but I don’t think I hit the target.

  He sighs above me. “End of next week, before the weekend.”

  I nod briefly, biting my lip and trying not to cry.

  He comes in for a long, lingering kiss. “It’s not a long one, Princess. I don’t know exactly and I couldn’t tell you if I did but we’re talking weeks not months. What I can tell you is this is the last one. If you can hang tight for me through this mission, I’ll be a regular civilian from there on out.”

  “Really?” He’s never going to be ordinary, no matter how hard he tries but I’ll keep that to myself for now.

  “Really. How much do you like that job, Princess?”

  I snort. “You’re the best part of it, Tyler. Without your emails I think I could literally die of boredom.” His fingers tickle my waist at that with delight.

  “I need that job, or a job anyway, until I can get my art to where it can pay the bills. I think that’s a ways off though.”

  He’s quiet for a minute. “Don’t worry about the money, Sophie. I haven’t exactly been spending what I’ve made over the years. Will you come with me tomorrow to see my house? We don’t have to live there if you don’t like it, but you can be thinking about it while I’m gone. Then if you want to move somewhere else we can do that when I get back.”

  “I’d love to see your house. But Tyler, are you sure you want to give up all the… the military adventure? And what if you change your mind about me? Maybe we should be dating for awhile? Isn’t that the normal thing to do?”