The Intern: Tyler, The Creator

33. Grip

It was late. About 10 pm. I made sure my dad was asleep so that I could leave the house.

Tyler texted and said we could talk on the phone, but I was adamant that I wanted to talk to him in person. Another excuse just to see him.

He texted me about ten minutes before to just walk in when I arrived. That the door would be left open.

I walked in slowly; a wave of warmth hit me as I stepped inside. The fireplace was on, the lights were dim inside the house.

I realized there was a soft light coming from the kitchen dining room, and when I approached, Tyler was huddled over his macbook on the counter.

"You're still working?" I asked, walking up.

"Thought you wasn't gonna come anymore."

"You know my dad..."

He nodded before continuing.

"I told Maribel she's gonna have to apologize to you."

"That's the last thing I need.."

"Nah. You deserve it."

"You're just saying that cuz you have to."

"I mean it."

"So...does that mean I'm fired?"

"It depends on you. You wanna give it up?"

"I just need some time."

"Then take it."

"Seriously?"

He looked up at me.

"Yeah. Cool off and come back when you're ready."

Before I could respond, his phone began to ring. He took it and made his way out to the patio. I could still hear him talk from inside.

"I don't get why you ask me shit like that when you know what we agreed on, Bella...Nah, I know. I know. I'm good. Call me when you make it to New York...Mhmm...Love you too."

I wondered what it could be about.

I sat down on the edge of the couch, eyeing my phone, hoping that a text from Brent would light it up.

"You still thinking about him?" Tyler asked, setting his phone on the kitchen table.

"Yeah. Just the way I threw all those years away. All that trust we had. Even if we were just fucking. He thought he was the only one."

"Why'd you come on to me then?" He asked, suddenly.

I furrowed my brows at him.

"I wasn't in love with him anymore. I was looking for something else."

"Did you find it?"

"I found a distraction."

He chuckled.

"You were bored of fucking the same person. I'm surprised he was the only one you was with for that long, fuck."

I laughed.

He turned his back to me as he looked through the kitchen drawers for something.

It was silent. He found what he was looking for, a cigar, which I watched him light up. He puffed it, then grabbed a bottle of liquor in front of him.

I got up, making my way over to him. He wasn't as intimidating as the first time I had met him.

I grabbed the cigar out of his lips. He watched me, surprised at what I had done. It caught him off guard.

"I want you to make me forget about him." I replied, setting the cigar down on the ashtray.

He took a shot of the whiskey before moving the plates off the table next to us. He sat me on to of the counter. He picked me up with ease.

"You remember that day I was organizing your closet..." I began, shutting my eyes as he kissed on my neck. "When I came downstairs, you were here, this exact spot..."

He laughed, a confused expression on his face as he came back up to look at me.

"I tried to imagine how it would be if you fucked me on this table."

Tyler let out a slight chuckle, kissing me through it.

"I thought about it too." He breathed into my neck softly.

I felt tingles down my spine as he spoke the next set of words.

"...and you finally got what you wanted."

He was inside of me as I gripped the edge of the table. He knew what I liked at this point of our affair.

He knew where to kiss me, where to grip, where to caress.

The craziest part was that I couldn't seem to get enough. I never wanted him to stop, I never got tired of the sex with him.

Every time it felt new.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he edged me on faster; I burrowed my face into the crook of his neck as he kissed my shoulder.

The moans coming out of my mouth were genuine.

"Does he fuck you like this?"

I replied. "No."

"He doesn't fuck you the way I do."

"No," I breathed into his neck as my voice hitched. My eyes were closed as I felt his grip tighten around my hips.

"I'm close," I murmured.

A few seconds later, I came.

I didn't realize I was biting on his shoulder until I let go, Tyler pulling in and out slowly. I grimaced at the bite mark I had left him.

He didn't cum yet.

I took the chance to do something I hadn't done with him before.

I pushed his chest away as I got off the counter.

"What are you doing—," I cut him off short as he realized what I wanted to do.

A smirk played on his lips as I kneeled in front of him.