my thighs all the way up to the side of my stomach. Grabbing a can of Diet Coke I started back down the hall.
"Goodnight," I said innocently.
"Lauren wait," he called out.
I stopped in mid-step to look back over my shoulder at him. "Yeah Tyler?"
"Drop the towel." He didn't ask, he commanded me in his police officer authoritative voice.
I acted like I was thinking about it, when what I really wanted was to do exactly as he said. "Um, no."
"I've already seen you naked."
"Yeah, and so have hundreds of other men, but you're not getting a private viewing tonight."
"Then why the fuck are you standing in my kitchen wearing nothing but a towel?"
"You needed a taste of your own medicine."
"You are an evil goddamn woman, you know that? But fine. You've upped the ante, so get ready baby. I've only been wearing clothes for your delicate sensibilities."
"You wouldn't."
"Watch me. From now on, fuck it."
"So what are you waiting for?" I goaded him.
"You're right. Might as well go ahead and get comfortable," he said, standing up and pulling his t-shirt over his head, then pushing his pajama pants and boxers down in one motion before stepping out of them. He sat back down, putting his arms over the back of the couch, his legs spread wide, wearing nothing but a wicked grin. "That's much better."
Oh, yes it was. Yum. My memories of his body hadn't done him justice. He looked so sexy sitting there with his cocky attitude. Speaking of cocky...
"You happy to see me there, buddy?"
"Hell yes," he said without missing a beat or even looking a tad ashamed. "I'd be even happier if you lost the towel."
And fuck if that wasn't a tempting thought, when his hand went between his legs and he started stroking himself. I wouldn't be cheating on Caleb if Tyler and I only engaged in mutual masturbation, would I?
"Okay," I said, letting the towel fall to the ground. I bent over in front of him, and sat my drink down on the coffee table.
" Goddamn ," he groaned.
"But I'll only stay if I get to touch myself, too."
"Oh fuck yes," he agreed, his blue eyes darkening with his arousal and his hand moving faster. "Touch yourself for me baby."
"Where? Right here?" I asked, slipping my hand down my stomach, and then skimming it lightly between my legs.
"Yes, oh God yes. Don't stop until you make yourself come."
I wanted to close my eyes and lose myself to the building pressure, but I couldn't take my eyes from him and how incredible he looked. Sliding my finger over my clit I used my other hand to grasp my breast, cupping it and squeezing it before pinching the nipple.
"Damn Lauren, you are so fucking hot," Tyler said, his eyes were heating up even more, his jaw was clenched as his fist kept up the pace.
My legs were starting to feel like jelly, so I sank down in the chair across from him on the couch. I squeezed my thighs together around my hand, getting closer and closer to what my body needed. My eyes had closed on their own accord and I couldn't fight it anymore.
"Oh! I'm so close Tyler," I moaned, and then he was there, kneeling before me.
He grasped my thighs, spreading them open and pulling me to the edge of the chair. His head dipped between my legs and he pulled my hand away so he could replace it with his mouth. It felt too good to even try and protest when he flicked his tongue over my clit faster and faster, taking me higher and higher. I rubbed my hands through his short hair, holding his mouth to me while my hips went wild, desperately chasing the building orgasm.
"Oh Tyler! Right there! Oh God ! I yelled as I came, shattering into so many pieces I didn't think I'd ever be put back together again. When my body stopped convulsing, and I was finally able to open my eyes, I found Tyler still on his knees between my legs, stroking himself, trying to find his own release. I felt like I owed him for the explosive one he'd just given me.
"Stand up," I told him.
"What?" he asked, blonde brows furrowed in confusion.
"I can't
"Goodnight," I said innocently.
"Lauren wait," he called out.
I stopped in mid-step to look back over my shoulder at him. "Yeah Tyler?"
"Drop the towel." He didn't ask, he commanded me in his police officer authoritative voice.
I acted like I was thinking about it, when what I really wanted was to do exactly as he said. "Um, no."
"I've already seen you naked."
"Yeah, and so have hundreds of other men, but you're not getting a private viewing tonight."
"Then why the fuck are you standing in my kitchen wearing nothing but a towel?"
"You needed a taste of your own medicine."
"You are an evil goddamn woman, you know that? But fine. You've upped the ante, so get ready baby. I've only been wearing clothes for your delicate sensibilities."
"You wouldn't."
"Watch me. From now on, fuck it."
"So what are you waiting for?" I goaded him.
"You're right. Might as well go ahead and get comfortable," he said, standing up and pulling his t-shirt over his head, then pushing his pajama pants and boxers down in one motion before stepping out of them. He sat back down, putting his arms over the back of the couch, his legs spread wide, wearing nothing but a wicked grin. "That's much better."
Oh, yes it was. Yum. My memories of his body hadn't done him justice. He looked so sexy sitting there with his cocky attitude. Speaking of cocky...
"You happy to see me there, buddy?"
"Hell yes," he said without missing a beat or even looking a tad ashamed. "I'd be even happier if you lost the towel."
And fuck if that wasn't a tempting thought, when his hand went between his legs and he started stroking himself. I wouldn't be cheating on Caleb if Tyler and I only engaged in mutual masturbation, would I?
"Okay," I said, letting the towel fall to the ground. I bent over in front of him, and sat my drink down on the coffee table.
" Goddamn ," he groaned.
"But I'll only stay if I get to touch myself, too."
"Oh fuck yes," he agreed, his blue eyes darkening with his arousal and his hand moving faster. "Touch yourself for me baby."
"Where? Right here?" I asked, slipping my hand down my stomach, and then skimming it lightly between my legs.
"Yes, oh God yes. Don't stop until you make yourself come."
I wanted to close my eyes and lose myself to the building pressure, but I couldn't take my eyes from him and how incredible he looked. Sliding my finger over my clit I used my other hand to grasp my breast, cupping it and squeezing it before pinching the nipple.
"Damn Lauren, you are so fucking hot," Tyler said, his eyes were heating up even more, his jaw was clenched as his fist kept up the pace.
My legs were starting to feel like jelly, so I sank down in the chair across from him on the couch. I squeezed my thighs together around my hand, getting closer and closer to what my body needed. My eyes had closed on their own accord and I couldn't fight it anymore.
"Oh! I'm so close Tyler," I moaned, and then he was there, kneeling before me.
He grasped my thighs, spreading them open and pulling me to the edge of the chair. His head dipped between my legs and he pulled my hand away so he could replace it with his mouth. It felt too good to even try and protest when he flicked his tongue over my clit faster and faster, taking me higher and higher. I rubbed my hands through his short hair, holding his mouth to me while my hips went wild, desperately chasing the building orgasm.
"Oh Tyler! Right there! Oh God ! I yelled as I came, shattering into so many pieces I didn't think I'd ever be put back together again. When my body stopped convulsing, and I was finally able to open my eyes, I found Tyler still on his knees between my legs, stroking himself, trying to find his own release. I felt like I owed him for the explosive one he'd just given me.
"Stand up," I told him.
"What?" he asked, blonde brows furrowed in confusion.
"I can't
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