Becca's Moments

Chapter ThirtyThree Part 2

Becca

My eyes closed and I welcomed the darkness. I'd passed the point of being turned on. Now I needed Ty's touch more than I needed air.

My whirling thoughts stopped when Ty bunched my t-shirt up to my neck. I quickly slipped it off, leaving me in a bra and jeans. I could feel Ty's gaze on me. A warm wetness grazed my skin. I shivered as Ty licked along my collarbone, up the length of my neck, then pressed his lips to mine.

I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. There was too much distance between us. I wanted Tyreece to fully let go, and judging by the erection digging into my centre and the hardening kiss, he was nearly there.

Our tongues danced and our hips moved. Now we were chest to chest. I could feel his thundering heartbeat matching my own. What started as drunken light-headedness turned into spellbinding lust. I didn't know where I ended and Tyreece began. I just knew his body slotted perfectly against mine, and I didn't want it to end.

Ty reached underneath me to unclip my bra. He pulled the fabric away, and I heard the small intake of breath. I opened my eyes just in time to see his head dip to my breasts. With his eyes fastened on mine, he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I bit my lip and watched as his lips worked me. His warm mouth and burning stare sent electricity straight to my core.

Our eyes never wavered. Even when he pulled away and trailed kisses down my stomach. Even when he tugged down my leggings. Even when he removed my knickers.

Desire pooled in his gaze as he took me in. I didn't feel nervous or out of place. I felt... sexy. Ty appreciated me as a person, not just my body. And that was attractive in itself. But he was still a guy, and his hardened expression told me he liked what he saw.

"Your turn," I muttered.

His gaze snapped back to me. He gripped the hem of his t-shirt, yanked it over his head, and threw it aside. His bare chest and abs caught my attention. Tyreece had an amazing body; lean and moulded from years of vigorous training. Every ridge of his torso made me wetter. I licked my lips and reached out to touch him.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them on the mattress above my head.

"Eyes closed," he said.

The blunt order ran a shiver through me. I shut my eyes again. His free hand ran down my sides to the throbbing spot between my thighs. I sucked in a breath when he stroked me.

"Are you sure?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't. His fingers moved deliberately, teasing me and coaxing my thighs to widen.

I nodded.

The pad of his finger circled my clit. My hips moved on their own, grinding into his hand to increase the pressure. I hadn't been touched in so long, my body reacted stronger than usual. My pounding skull was the least of my worries; I needed to feel more.

Ty's mouth found my nipple again. His lips sucked and his teeth grazed, and my quiet pants grew into a low moan when his finger slipped inside. He moved slow and steady, twisting his finger after each thrust.

"You're so wet," he whispered, his finger sliding deeper. "Does alcohol always get you like this?"

"Just you," I panted.

Then he kissed me, swallowing my moans as he added another finger. He moved gently, his digits exploring me while his tongue sought mine. They clashed together, and he sucked on my tongue, curling his fingers to stroke the sensitive spot that made my brain fizzle. I moaned into his mouth and circled my hips, desperate for more.