Shutout (Rules of the Game, #2)(94)
“Can we read the poem, Sera?” she asks, returning her attention to me.
I hesitate because the subject matter is still a little too raw, and it feels akin to pulling back the curtain on my brain. “I’ll send it later and you can read it when I’m not around. Does that work?”
Understanding crosses her face. “Of course, sweetheart.”
We linger at the table, talking over dinner and dessert—including two pieces of my mom’s famous homemade raspberry cheesecake for me. Mom hugs me approximately ten more times on our way out the door, fussing over me, then tells me how much she loves Tyler. Hearing it makes me happier than I expected.
Tyler’s arm slides around my waist as our boots crunch over the snow on our way to his car. It’s a crisp, cool evening. Out in the country where we are, the stars blanket the sky, far more visible than in the city back home. We come to stand beside his running car, and he tugs open the door for me.
“Thanks for coming tonight, Hades.”
“Thanks for inviting me.” He pauses, grinning. “Well, technically Chase invited me. But I’m going to pretend you wanted me here.”
Rocking onto my tiptoes, I kiss his cheek. “I definitely did.”
“Is this what you had in mind?” I ask Tyler.
He comes to a halt in his bedroom doorway, clutching a glass of water in each hand, and stares at me standing before him in nothing but his red jersey. Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t say a word.
I think he might be glitching again.
After a beat, he recovers and closes the door behind him. Then he crosses the room to me in a few broad strides, setting the water aside on his nightstand.
“It’s exactly what I had in mind. You’re fucking perfect.” Large hands scoop me up and lift me off the ground, carrying me several steps to his bed. I sink into the mattress as he places me down beneath him, his hair tumbling over his forehead. He’s broad and lean above me, a sinewy frame sculpted from hours on the ice and at the gym.
“Seeing you out there tonight was everything, Tink.” His eyes trace my face in that thoughtful, pensive way of his. “I love you.”
I swear, my heart grows a little more every time he says that to me.
“I love you,” I tell him.
Threading his fingers through the roots of my hair, he dips his head, and his lips crush mine, claiming and possessive. My palms glide up his bare arms, surfing along the curves of his muscles to grip his shoulders. I wrap my legs around his waist, reveling in how our centers perfectly align, and when I shift beneath him, he draws in a sharp breath, hardening even more.
Tender kisses land on my neck, his lips hot against my skin as his hands slip beneath the fabric of the jersey. It’s not long before all of our clothes have been abandoned on the floor and we’re completely naked.
Tyler sits back on his knees before me, pumping his length with a hungry look on his face. “Play with your pussy for me.”
Our eyes stay locked as my fingers slide down my stomach, reaching lower until they find my swollen, aching clit.
“Oh.” Pleasure rockets through me, and a breathy moan slips through my lips.
He lets out a low, almost pained sound. “Keep going.”
I do as he says, working in small circles as the pleasure blossoms in my core. It’s both torture and relief; he’s so close and he’s what my body really wants.
Fisting his cock, he draws closer until he’s hovering over me, kissing me again.
“I’m on birth control,” I pant, my hips instinctively arching to meet him. “I haven’t been with anyone else.”
Tyler groans and looks down, grazing my slick entrance with the tip. “I haven’t either. I haven’t even looked at anyone.” He drags his cock along my slit, watching for my reaction. “Ask me to fuck you.”
My lower back arches, seeking his body, and I whimper. “Please fuck me.”
He tsks. “You look so pretty when you beg.”
We both cry out as he thrusts forward, sinking deeper until he reaches resistance. Tension coils in my center when he begins to move, rolling his hips with divine precision, nudging a spot only he’s ever found. Somehow, knowing there’s nothing between us drives me even more wild.
Sweet bliss washes over my body, and my toes curl, a needy whimper falling from my lips. The way he moves is a revelation. Everything he does is the perfect blend of gentle and rough, giving and taking. It’s slow, languorous fucking; an unhurried exploration of each other’s bodies.
He pins my wrists above my head with one hand, going deeper. “This tight little pussy is mine.”
I gasp as another shockwave of pleasure rocks me. “What about your cock?”
“It’s yours, Ser. Every inch belongs to you.”
Slowly, he pulls back until we’re nearly separated, and I feel empty at the sudden loss of his girth. I watch his six-pack flex as he drives forward, filling me completely. Pleasure lights me up from the inside out, and I moan, hitching my legs tighter around him.
Releasing my wrists, his broad palm slides beneath my lower back, lifting me to him. When he pumps into me, I arch against the pillow with a wordless cry. My eyelids flutter shut at the new sensation, my fingernails biting into his lower back. Wave after wave crashes over me, blurring into one. I cling to him as everything grows hazy, and I begin to lose myself in him.