Trouble Rising(9)

By: Emme Rollins

“My mom’s home,” I whispered, as Tyler kissed his way down my throat. “We’ll have to be quiet.”

“You’ll have to be quiet,” he reminded me with a chuckle. “Let’s see how you do.”

Then he covered my nipple with his mouth. I bit my lip to keep from crying out and dug my nails in his shoulder—punishment for teasing me. Tyler hadn’t shaved all week and he rubbed his stubble over my skin, leaving a trail of beard-burn down my belly. He dipped his tongue into my navel, a little preview, and I shivered.

“Tyler,” I whispered, pushing him lower, lower. I groaned when he went past his implied destination to nuzzle my thighs with his prickly pre-beard. “Oh God, please…”

“Please what?” He parted my thighs with his palms, kissing my inner thigh between his fingers. “Tell me.”

“Ty…” I pleaded, my fingers moving through his hair—it was longer than usual, because Album was set during the seventies, when guys let it grow. I made a fist in it, pressing my hips up. “I’m begging you…”

“Not yet, you’re not.” He grinned up at me from between my legs.

“Is that what you want?” I asked. “To make me beg?”

“Say it.” He parted me with his fingers, splaying my pussy open, taking in the sight. I could feel his breath, warm against my sex, and shivered. God, I wanted his mouth.

“I want your mouth,” I whispered, rocking my hips. “Please, lick me.”

“Mmmm, good girl,” he praised, and then he dove in.

And I cried out, surely loud enough for my mother to hear, if she was listening or nearby, but by then, I didn’t care. I felt Tyler chuckle at my response, but I didn’t care about that either, because his skilled tongue was making my hips tilt and my nipples harden and my juices flow down toward the mattress.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, both my hands in his hair now, making the same circles with my pelvis that he was making with his tongue. “Oh fuck! Ty!”

“Mmmm!” he managed, but there was no other response, because I was coming all over his face, panting and gasping and quivering all over. I managed to bite back a scream by throwing my forearm arm over my mouth and literally biting down.

God, he made me crazy. He made me a slave to my lust for him. It was shameless, the way he made me beg and wiggle and squirm.

“My turn.” Tyler rose up over me, kissing me on the mouth, forcing his tongue in, making me taste myself. I sucked greedily at his tongue, feeling the heat of his erection through his boxers, hard against my thigh.

“Gimme,” I gasped when we parted, my hand already snaking under the elastic of his boxers to grasp him in my fist.

“All yours, baby,” he assured me, letting me push him to his back on the mattress, lifting his hips as I yanked his boxers down. His cock sprang free, beautifully hard, making my mouth water in anticipation.

“Now it’s your turn to be quiet.” I gave him an evil grin and he laughed, but that stopped when I slid him into my mouth. I loved watching his face when I sucked him, the way he drew his lower lip between his teeth, the way his brow started to knit the closer he got to coming. He let out a low moan when I took all of him—as much as I possibly could, anyway—deep into my throat.

“Fuck,” he whispered, opening his eyes to watch me come up on his length, stopping to trace my tongue around the head. He shuddered when I did that, grabbing a handful of my hair.

“Shhh,” I reminded him, licking the frenulum, teasing, back and forth. “Gotta be quiet, remember?”

“Stop talking.” He pressed my head down. “Keep sucking.”

So I did, no longer teasing. I sucked him—long, hard, cheek-hollowing strokes from tip to base. Tyler managed to keep his groans to a minimum, although the hand in my hair got tighter and tighter as he guided me up and down his length, setting my pace. I loved it when he did that.

“Wait, wait,” he gasped, pulling me off. My lips felt swollen and hot from the friction. I looked up at him through half-closed eyes, feeling my pussy throbbing, aching for him. “I want to fuck you.”

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