Seducing Lauren
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I roll my hips, urging him to move. He curses and begins to rock his hips against me in shallow thrusts.
“I won’t break, Ty.”
He finally begins to move in earnest, sliding most of the way out and slamming back in, and suddenly it’s as though he’s been unleashed and can no longer control himself. His thrusts are urgent and hard. His hand closes around my breast, squeezing and tugging on my nipple as his mouth makes love to mine.
I’m building again, my body tightening around him.
“That’s it, Lo, come again.” He bites my shoulder, and I feel his own muscles tighten under my hands, and I know he’s close, beyond the point of return.
“Come with me,” I reply breathlessly as the orgasm consumes me, sending electricity shuddering through me. He growls and stiffens, his own release shooting through him.
As our bodies calm, he pulls away and discards the condom, but instead of joining me back on the bed, he holds his hand out for me and pulls me from the bed with him.
“Where are we going?” I ask drowsily.
He grins and leads me toward the bathroom. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“No?” My heart flutters at the primal look in his eyes.
“Not even close.” He lifts me onto the vanity and kisses me like he’s never kissed me before and never will again. “Stay here.” He turns away to start the shower. When the room is filling with steamy, hot air, he lifts me off the vanity and into the shower.
“I’m a dirty girl,” I tell him with a perfectly straight face.
He grins and lathers his hands with my shower gel. “You are that. I’ve read your books.”
“Well, now I know what all the fuss is about,” I reply without thinking, watching his semi-erect dick sway with his movements.
“What do you mean?” He glides his soapy hands over the tops of my shoulders and down my arms.
“I’ve never had an orgasm while having sex before.”
His hands still on my stomach and his eyes whip up to mine. “Repeat that please.”
“I’d rather not, thanks.” I duck my head in embarrassment. Seriously, I have no filter.
“You’ve never had an orgasm?” he asks incredulously.
“Oh, I’ve had them, just not when I was having sex with a man.”
“Have you had sex with a woman?” He grins.
“Well, I’m a woman, and I’ve had sex with myself, so, yes, technically I have.”
His finger tilts my head up so I can’t avoid his gaze. “How can you write such sexy stories and you don’t know what your characters are feeling?” he asks softly.
I shrug and frown. “I have a great imagination. I’ve also never been a serial killer, but I’ve written about those too, you know.”
“Oh, sweetness.” He kisses my forehead and then smiles devilishly down at me. “Oh, the fun we’re gonna have.”
My thighs clench at his delicious promise. He continues to wash me thoroughly and lazily, then he steps aside so the water rinses the suds away. I reach for the soap and return the favor, examining every inch of his glorious body.
“How did you get this scar?” I trace a thin scar along his right thigh.
“Sledding accident.”
“The sled won?”
“A tree won.” He laughs. “Zack, Josh, and I went sledding on the ranch when we were about nine. I slid right into a tree.”
“Poor baby.” I kiss the scar gently.
“You have the most amazing mouth, Lo.”
I kiss the scar again and grin as I continue to explore Ty’s body. My hands glide up the opposite leg and over his hip. “No tattoos besides the ones on your arm?”
“Nope.” He shakes his head.
“What do the ones on your arm mean?”
“I’ll tell you later. It’s hard to talk when your hands are roaming over me, baby.”
I laugh and stand, and just when he’s going to back away, I grip his cock in my hand and pull up and down, reveling in the smooth velvet over the hardness.
“You have a gorgeous dick,” I say as calmly as if I were talking about the weather.
“Enough,” he mutters, and pins me against the wall of the shower. “Between your hand and your dirty mouth, I can’t take any more.” He lifts me effortlessly and I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck and smile down at him.
“Fuck,” he growls, and leans his forehead against my shoulder. “I didn’t bring any condoms in here.”
“Um, well, I’m on the pill, Ty. I haven’t been with anyone in almost three years.”
“Three fucking years?” he asks in shock. His head whips up and his eyes search mine. “Oh, sweetheart.”
“I’m fine,” I reply dryly. “The point is, as long as you haven’t been a man-whore, and don’t plan on being one in the near future, we should be good to go.”
He laughs and slides inside me, leans against me, and stays still as his hands cup my ass, holding me up.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls. “I’ve never not worn a condom, Lauren.”
His mouth takes mine as he begins hammering into me against the wall. I don’t want him to be gentle this time or worried about hurting me.
I want him to fuck the hell out of me.
And he does.
He’s like a man possessed, pushing violently against me, squeezing the breath from me. “Not gonna last, sweetness.” He grinds his pubic bone against my clit. “Come with me.”
“I won’t break, Ty.”
He finally begins to move in earnest, sliding most of the way out and slamming back in, and suddenly it’s as though he’s been unleashed and can no longer control himself. His thrusts are urgent and hard. His hand closes around my breast, squeezing and tugging on my nipple as his mouth makes love to mine.
I’m building again, my body tightening around him.
“That’s it, Lo, come again.” He bites my shoulder, and I feel his own muscles tighten under my hands, and I know he’s close, beyond the point of return.
“Come with me,” I reply breathlessly as the orgasm consumes me, sending electricity shuddering through me. He growls and stiffens, his own release shooting through him.
As our bodies calm, he pulls away and discards the condom, but instead of joining me back on the bed, he holds his hand out for me and pulls me from the bed with him.
“Where are we going?” I ask drowsily.
He grins and leads me toward the bathroom. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“No?” My heart flutters at the primal look in his eyes.
“Not even close.” He lifts me onto the vanity and kisses me like he’s never kissed me before and never will again. “Stay here.” He turns away to start the shower. When the room is filling with steamy, hot air, he lifts me off the vanity and into the shower.
“I’m a dirty girl,” I tell him with a perfectly straight face.
He grins and lathers his hands with my shower gel. “You are that. I’ve read your books.”
“Well, now I know what all the fuss is about,” I reply without thinking, watching his semi-erect dick sway with his movements.
“What do you mean?” He glides his soapy hands over the tops of my shoulders and down my arms.
“I’ve never had an orgasm while having sex before.”
His hands still on my stomach and his eyes whip up to mine. “Repeat that please.”
“I’d rather not, thanks.” I duck my head in embarrassment. Seriously, I have no filter.
“You’ve never had an orgasm?” he asks incredulously.
“Oh, I’ve had them, just not when I was having sex with a man.”
“Have you had sex with a woman?” He grins.
“Well, I’m a woman, and I’ve had sex with myself, so, yes, technically I have.”
His finger tilts my head up so I can’t avoid his gaze. “How can you write such sexy stories and you don’t know what your characters are feeling?” he asks softly.
I shrug and frown. “I have a great imagination. I’ve also never been a serial killer, but I’ve written about those too, you know.”
“Oh, sweetness.” He kisses my forehead and then smiles devilishly down at me. “Oh, the fun we’re gonna have.”
My thighs clench at his delicious promise. He continues to wash me thoroughly and lazily, then he steps aside so the water rinses the suds away. I reach for the soap and return the favor, examining every inch of his glorious body.
“How did you get this scar?” I trace a thin scar along his right thigh.
“Sledding accident.”
“The sled won?”
“A tree won.” He laughs. “Zack, Josh, and I went sledding on the ranch when we were about nine. I slid right into a tree.”
“Poor baby.” I kiss the scar gently.
“You have the most amazing mouth, Lo.”
I kiss the scar again and grin as I continue to explore Ty’s body. My hands glide up the opposite leg and over his hip. “No tattoos besides the ones on your arm?”
“Nope.” He shakes his head.
“What do the ones on your arm mean?”
“I’ll tell you later. It’s hard to talk when your hands are roaming over me, baby.”
I laugh and stand, and just when he’s going to back away, I grip his cock in my hand and pull up and down, reveling in the smooth velvet over the hardness.
“You have a gorgeous dick,” I say as calmly as if I were talking about the weather.
“Enough,” he mutters, and pins me against the wall of the shower. “Between your hand and your dirty mouth, I can’t take any more.” He lifts me effortlessly and I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck and smile down at him.
“Fuck,” he growls, and leans his forehead against my shoulder. “I didn’t bring any condoms in here.”
“Um, well, I’m on the pill, Ty. I haven’t been with anyone in almost three years.”
“Three fucking years?” he asks in shock. His head whips up and his eyes search mine. “Oh, sweetheart.”
“I’m fine,” I reply dryly. “The point is, as long as you haven’t been a man-whore, and don’t plan on being one in the near future, we should be good to go.”
He laughs and slides inside me, leans against me, and stays still as his hands cup my ass, holding me up.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls. “I’ve never not worn a condom, Lauren.”
His mouth takes mine as he begins hammering into me against the wall. I don’t want him to be gentle this time or worried about hurting me.
I want him to fuck the hell out of me.
And he does.
He’s like a man possessed, pushing violently against me, squeezing the breath from me. “Not gonna last, sweetness.” He grinds his pubic bone against my clit. “Come with me.”
