Page 59 of Tyler's Rule
Movement sounded, then the bed dipped. Tyler knelt behind me, his arms coming around to hold me to him. He’d put his shorts back on before allowing this touch, but that didn’t stop me feeling how hard he still was. I shivered in his arms.
He spoke low, his mouth next to my ear. “Tell me what just happened.”
I turned my head to show the scar. “This.”
Tyler kissed my throat.
I whimpered at how good it felt.
One big hand splayed across my belly. Flurries of need danced through me.
“This is what I see.”
Another hot kiss landed on my shoulder, then one to my cheek. Tyler nudged my face so my gaze met his in the reflection.
His fingers flexed, dragging over my flesh, shadows and gleaming skin.
“I see a beautiful woman at the height of her power. I see a lass who brought me to my knees from first sight and who I couldn’t stop thinking of on any day after. I see strength and resilience, and someone so pretty, my mind stumbles when I’m near her.”
My eyes sank closed. I loved those words.
Tyler continued. “How did ye feel before?”
“When I looked at you, I felt good.”
“What did ye need from me?”
It had been more than just putting on a show. I’d wanted his attention, and I had it. Now I needed, “More.”
That delicious touch travelled lower, his thumb sliding over my belly button, the action somehow so erotic I felt it betweenmy legs. His other hand cupped my shoulder then drew down my arm, his knuckles grazing my breast.
He kissed that same shoulder. “Be specific. I need your words.”
Everything had twisted. I’d wanted to test whether I could turn a guy on without touching him. No, not any random person. Tyler. It was his reaction I’d thought about when picturing being a cam girl.
“I need you to touch me.”
He smiled against my skin. “I am.”
I released a pained, breathy laugh. “Don’t torment me.”
“I could never.” Tyler adjusted his position behind me. “Put your weight on me.”
I draped back, half lying on him, my body his to play with.
“Keep watching,” he demanded.
I hadn’t realised my eyes had closed, and I focused on the image of us in the mirror. His thick arms bracketing my body. His much bigger form behind mine. But it was the look on his face that almost tipped me over the edge.
“Spread your knees,” he said.
I widened the gap until my legs were around his.
“Listen to me.” The fingers on my belly ghosted lower to the line of my underwear. Dipped inside.
He touched my clit. I moaned, so desperate for whatever he’d do next.
But Tyler’s words dried up. He made a slow circle over that tight bundle of nerves and then slid down again to where I was wet for him. Soaked from the moment we’d started this thing. His knuckles formed lewd outlines in my pink underwear.
