Page 9 of Easy On Me

“She ever cheat on you?”

“Not that I’m aware of.” I couldn’t see Elizabeth doing that. She didn’t much like sex with me, as hard as I tried to make it good, so I didn’t see her running off to do that with someone else.

Tyler smiled, then parted her lips, tongue tracing along the upper one.

“Okay.” Face as stern as her tone, she pointed at me. “Here’s the deal. You wrap it up, and you keep it wrapped the entire time. No kissing, no oral, no swapping of saliva, period. You got me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Hell, maybe I liked this kind of bossy. Elizabeth telling me what to do day in and day out irritated me, but Tyler could order me around the bedroom all she wanted. I was already on my knees. I probably wouldn’t care if she held me down, either.

“Okay.” Tyler spread her arms wide, then reached back to undo her bra. “I suppose you don’t have lube, either.”

I gave her a look. I was a guy. Of course there was lube.

“Got that covered.”

“Well, then.” She leaned down for her clutch and tossed a trio of condoms at me. “Get that covered.”

I dropped my skivvies at my feet and stroked myself hard, not that it took much. She shimmied out of her panties, and I tasted the disappointment.

“Hey.” The word emerged as a harsh growl. “I wanted to take those off.”

“Next time.” She spread her thighs and with two fingers in an inverted v held herself open. “It’ll be your reward for getting tested.”

Next time curled up in my chest, warm as a sleepy kitten.

“First thing Monday morning.” I rolled the condom down my hard-on, her gaze on the motion, her pupils widening. Her chest flushed, and her pussy – oh, man. She was pretty, olive-toned lips opening around luscious pink, plump and pouty and wet. She glistened, dripping a little, and fuck, I wanted to dip my head, bury myself, taste her.

Next time.

“I can touch you, though, right?” My voice rasped like sandpaper.

She slid her fingers down and dragged them up. “Please.”

Her breathy whisper shivered through me, like hitting a live wire.

I spread my knees, resting on my heels, and traced a finger through that wetness. I muffled a groan at how hot and soft she was.

Flicking a glance up, I found her watching me. “What do you like?”

“Hmm. A circle here. Vary the pressure, maybe some stroking to edge me.” She demonstrated with a single fingertip, then rested on her hands. “You know how to find my g-spot?”

“Yeah.” I approximated her movements and watched myself touch her, watched the way her body responded to me. Hot damn.

“I like that if you penetrate me with your fingers.”

It should be clinical, those words on her lips, but she was so real and straightforward and that was the fucking hottest thing.

I’d read a lot online while I waited for Elizabeth to turn eighteen (because I’d sat through those high school assemblies with the DA and I wasn’t going to jail). I’d wanted to be good for her when we finally slept together, so I’d studied like I had for the ASVAB. Then I tried to be attentive and responsive to her.

So, yeah, I knew how to find that spot.

I split my attention between Tyler’s face and her body, watching pleasure flare her nostrils, shorten her breath, watching my touch on her skin, wet warmth closing around two of my fingers. My belly constricted in a knot of wanting so bad I could hardly breathe.

Curving my fingers, I stroked her wall, seeking, and pressed when she reacted with a quiet moan. She grew wetter against my palm.

I’d have to wash the comforter, but who cared when she moaned again, head thrown back, dark hair flowing like a goddess.

“Come on, baby.” I leaned forward, close enough I could taste the smell of her – clean, acidic, musky. I wanted that all over me, rich as a just-turned field.