Love and Music (Small Town Secrets Book 3), page 16
As Tyler managed to make his way through the space smoothly without bumping his legs or arms or running into anything, I figured he must have remembered the locker room well from high school. He hadn’t played sports much, so maybe it was from PE classes, but I couldn’t recall the girls’ locker room well enough to do something like this. Tyler’s pace was deliberate and he seemed to have a goal in mind. As we approached the back area, we stood by a bank of lockers hugging the outer wall. My eyes continued to adjust, and I saw the translucent glass bricks at the very top of the wall over the lockers, and while they didn’t seem to let any light in, I could see some outside.
Tyler turned toward me. “I think we’re alone in here.”
“God, I hope so. How fucking creepy would that be? Someone just chilling in a dark locker room while a party’s going on in the gym.” He laughed at my joke while I tried to sober up. “I’m just wondering why you wanted to talk here. I can’t even see your face.”
“I guess you figured me out. I was hoping we could do a little more than talk.”
His hands wrapped around my upper arms, pulling me close, and I could feel waves of heat coming off his body. Suddenly, I forgot about my resolve to talk. It no longer mattered if Tyler was going to love me and leave me—just so long as he loved me now. “I think we can.” Touching his chest with my hands, I was dying to rip the t-shirt off him.
“I’m glad you said that. I feel like I’m a teenager again, Meg, and I can’t get enough of you. And I do want to talk, but I need to be able to concentrate—and I can’t focus for shit right now.” Leaning over, his lips touched my cheek before finding their way to my lips.
His greedy kiss caused my body to respond and I knew I’d do anything he wanted just to feel him one more time. Even though my hands were pressed against his chest, they balled into fists as his lips bruised mine, and I wadded the fabric of his t-shirt in my hands. I started pushing it up, wanting to get it off him, remembering what he’d looked like onstage earlier that evening. Tyler helped, pulling it over his head before dropping it to the floor.
My fingers had to not only be my sense of touch but because my sight was impeded, they had to work twice as hard. The ambient light in the windowed office couldn’t help me see anything where we stood—no shadows, no outlines, nothing but darkness. So I moved my hands back to his bare pecs before sliding them up to his shoulders while pressing my mouth to his chest. His skin was salty, his muscles firm against my lips. I moved to his right nipple, licking it, causing the rigid tip to grow harder as I flicked it with the soft flesh of my tongue. His hand cupped and squeezed my ass, causing my pelvis to press against his leg.
A desperation grew inside me, as if I were starving and Tyler was a never-ending feast—but his hands and mouth on me weren’t enough. I needed him to take all of me. Pressing against me so that my back was shoved up against the cool metal of a locker, Tyler’s hand on my back adjusted my position so that my ass wasn’t grinding into a handle. His body pressed into mine, hot to the touch, and he bore his lips down on mine once more. Drawing his tongue inside my mouth, I then lifted my right leg to wrap it around him as my fingers slid over the back of his neck.
Gliding his hand from my right ass cheek down the length of my thigh, Tyler soon touched bare flesh as my dress slid halfway up my leg. The touch of his fingers against my skin made it tingle, causing the breath to catch in my throat. Then his lips moved from my mouth down my neck as he began moving his hand back up my thigh. Once he reached the fabric of my dress, though, he slid his hand underneath and my mouth let out an involuntary gasp in anticipation.
My pussy muscles tightened, eager to feel him.
But Tyler was taking his sweet fucking time. My fingernails dug into the skin of his neck as my mind concentrated on what he was doing. As he reached my panties, his fingers simply tickled the fabric where it dug into my skin. As if that weren’t enough, his upper thigh pressed against the vee of my legs, making me realize I was close to orgasm already, and the friction of his leg against me was stimulating me indirectly—and I didn’t seem to need much at this point. Drawing a deep breath into my lungs, my muscles tightened once more, eager and more than ready.
Had I ever in my life felt this hungry for a man? After some of the losers I’d been with over the past couple of years, I’d even found myself thinking sex had lost its fascination—but Tyler was reaffirming my old feelings about the deed. Desire coursed through my veins, and I wanted him more than ever.
Tyler’s lips felt like a feather against my neck as his right hand slid underneath the panel of my panties. I was wet, more than ready for his touch, yearning for release. Drawing in a ragged breath, my hands balled up into fists again—the right one clutched his hair while my other grasped at his shoulder, grazing his flesh with my fingernails again. The desperate woman inside me, one I hadn’t known existed, spoke up, demanding satisfaction. “Fuck me, Tyler.”
God. Did I sound as violent and out of control to him as I did to my own ears?
“I’ll take care of you, baby.” Just the soothing sound of his masculine voice sent new waves of need through me, and he met that need with his fingers as they made contact with my swollen, throbbing clit. Inhaling a deep breath as my muscles tensed up, I focused on the amazing sensation he was creating in that magical spot, knowing release was mere moments away. A small groan caught in my throat as my fingers dug into his shoulder once more.
I was no longer in control of my own body.
“Oh, God.”
“You like that?” He said it as his fingers punctuated every word.
“Yes.” My voice was but a whisper, and I couldn’t have said another word even if I’d tried. My breath caught in my throat as my pelvis pushed against his hand.
In that tight space between our bodies, Tyler’s fingers moved in a clockwise motion. I could barely sense the movement, but it was effective. I was close, so fucking close, but it was like an elusive dream. As if he knew it was only a matter of time, he continued at the same steady pace while breathing against my neck. “Fuck. You’re so hot, Meg.” That motion of his was slow and methodical and I gasped again until, at last, my whole body gave up what it had been holding back. I moaned in ecstasy, strange utterances escaping my lips, and I had no power to stop them.
As my body continued to shudder, my orgasm began to wane, and I relaxed my fingers from their death grip against Tyler’s scalp and upper back. I took a deep breath but I couldn’t allow myself time to get drowsy or even cool off.
We weren’t done. Not by a long shot.
I slid my hands down Tyler’s back, bringing them around until they reached the front of his jeans. Sucking in another breath, I gave myself some space to move my hands between our bodies. My lips found Tyler’s and I immersed him in a consuming kiss, one he hadn’t been expecting—not that he had problems engaging. As his lips pressed into mine, my muscles shook from the effects of the orgasm, making me feel weak, but I knew we both needed so much more from this encounter.
My mind refused to acknowledge that this was probably the last time.
Or maybe that gnawing acceptance made tonight all the more important and amazing.
At this point, I needed to feel him inside me, pounding and grinding against my body, but I also wanted to give him the same special attention he’d shown me. If this really was our last time, it had to be one for the record books. So, as I kissed him, I slid one hand down the front of his jeans, appreciating the sensation of his erection straining against the denim, and I caressed that spot, hoping to make him feel as desperate as I had. He didn’t say a word, but I could tell his focus was on that spot because of the way his kiss slowed. Feeling more eager than ever, I moved my other hand to the top of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them in haste to release his beast.
And, really, there was no sense in waiting. He’d already prolonged his release, and to make him wait even longer seemed cruel. Sliding my hands underneath his underwear, I massaged that beautiful cock of his, and the direct attention seemed to stop the blood flow to his brain. Now, his kiss ceased to exist but he drew in an uneven breath as I paused, trying to decide what to do next to drive him fucking crazy and give him the climax of a lifetime.
Moving my lips to his neck, I traced a line of kisses down his chest and his torso before going lower. I drew a line with my tongue over warm skin and coarse hairs along the path. Even though my eyes had adjusted somewhat to the dark, opening them didn’t do much good, because I could mostly see nothing but blackness—so I continued feeling my way down his body, wrapping a hand around his cock once I got there, kissing the head as a promise of more.
Pressing against the concrete floor caused my knees to hurt, but the loud breath that flowed out of Tyler’s mouth told me it was worth it. He moved his hands to my hair and his fingertips caressed my neck while the rest of my head fit inside his palms. As I drew his length into my mouth, I found my brain returning to the conversation I’d had with Lisa. She’d gone on and on about how awesome sex outdoors was and I’d simply rolled my eyes, but now here I was as if being punished by my hubris, having sex in a public place where we could potentially be found. This locker room might have been secured but it was easily accessible—and if someone walked in, there would be no denying what we’d been up to. After all, how does a person explain a cock in her mouth other than as a blow job? I felt myself on the verge of laughing at the thought when Tyler’s hands constricted around my skull. “God, Meg. You’re fucking amazing.”
I smiled then, taking that as a signal to keep doing what I was doing. Except after a few more seconds, I increased my speed slightly, moving my mouth back and forth in a rhythm that I knew would bring him to the brink. But it wasn’t long before Tyler’s hands moved from my head to my cheeks and chin and he even dipped at his knees, urging me to stand. Fuck. Maybe he’d been thinking the same thing I had—that we could get caught. I supposed that would be a buzz kill for him, but I wasn’t sure. I let his cock slide out of my mouth—still hard, by the way—and looked up where his face would be. “Don’t you like this?”
“Fuck. Are you kidding me? I could do this forever.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“There’s no problem—but I want to be inside you.”
His words caused blood to rush back to my nether regions, ones that were still wet from our activity earlier, and my clit began throbbing once more in anticipation as my need returned even stronger than before. I began to stand but kept my hand wrapped around the base of his cock, massaging the underside with my thumb. As he moved forward, I could sense that he was taking his wallet out of his back pocket. I wanted him to hurry because I was ready to go again, but I was grateful that protection was a big deal to him.
“Fuck.” Tyler bent over, forcing me to let go of him.
“What?”
“I dropped my goddamn wallet—and I can’t see shit in here.”
Had I not felt so desperate, I might have laughed, because being here in a lightless cave had been his idea, not mine. But I wasn’t in a laughing mood, so I gritted my teeth, bending over as well, gliding my hands over the cool concrete floor. And then I realized that as tense as I felt, Tyler had to be feeling much worse. After all, I’d already had one orgasm. My hand brushed his next to the wall where he’d found his wallet and had just wrapped his hand around it
“Got it.” We both stood. “Guess leaving the light on would’ve been better, huh?”
Now I did let out a small laugh as I heard him ripping what I hoped was a condom package. “No, this is perfect. Want some help?”
“Maybe here in a sec. I got this part but the actual fucking part would be better if you joined.”
Ah, a joke. I reached out in front of myself, disoriented by the extreme darkness that engulfed us. “I can definitely help with that.” Letting my fingers touch his chest again, I once more allowed myself to enjoy and appreciate the smooth, firm skin. Without warning, Tyler’s hands grabbed my hips as he pulled me so close that there was nothing between us. His lips crushed mine with his own as his hands moved down the sides of my thighs. Then he pulled my skirt up, holding the sides with his hands before sliding my panties down. I let out a breath of air as my pussy throbbed and clenched in anticipation.
“Are you ready?”
“Yeah.” Fortunately, he was able to hear my breathless reply, but he wasn’t moving fast enough for me. Now, his touch felt more aggressive and it excited me to the core. Pushing me back against a locker again, Tyler entered me in one smooth motion.
Jesus. He fit inside me as if I were a glove.
His rhythm wasn’t too fast at first, but he soon picked up speed, and I teetered on the edge of orgasm again. I could tell he was close, too. Holding me up against the wall of lockers, Tyler controlled most of the action. My feet dangled like a rag doll’s, but after I kicked one of my shoes off, I wrapped my leg around him. Winding my fingers through his hair, I kissed his neck, gasping with each thrust. “Oh, God, Tyler.”
My words were an invitation to him to pick up speed. Every stab of his cock heightened my pleasure, brought me closer to the edge. When was the last time I’d enjoyed such intense, sweet sex? And was that what this was? Why did it feel that way?
Why was I falling in love with Tyler all over again?
More importantly, why couldn’t I admit to myself that I’d never stopped loving him?
I was powerless to stop the emotions filling my heart, just as I had no ability to see his face in this overwhelming darkness. Instead, I imagined the way his eyebrows would be furrowed in concentration, eyes closed, perspiration clinging to his brow in the relentless heat in the locker room. I could see in my mind the bulge of the muscles all over his body as he pushed us to our limit, building us both toward sweet release, could envision his full lips pressed together in the agony of the tension building toward that incredible moment.
Picturing him in my mind, coupled with his hot breath on my neck, brought me almost to the top. Breathless, Tyler managed to force some words over his mouth that it took me a second to understand. “Fuck, Meg. You’re amazing—like you’re made for me.”
I wasn’t sure why that was the magic phrase, but I felt myself slip into the ether of ultimate pleasure. As my brain and body became one with Tyler, I knew in the back of my mind that letting Tyler go again was going to be the hardest thing I would ever have to do.
But I wasn’t going to have a choice.
Chapter Twenty
Tyler and I sprawled on the cool locker room floor, our upper bodies resting against the metal lockers on the back wall. Despite the heat, he had one arm draped around my shoulders, while I rested my head on his firm chest. I didn’t plan to tell Tyler what I was thinking at the moment. Not only was I madly in love with him again, I felt vulnerable and exposed. But I had to talk to him about lots of different things, and not a single one of those topics was unemotional. Once I came off the high brought on by our incredible sex, I’d try to venture there.
It would be smarter to do it now…but I wasn’t ready to ruin the moment.
“Shit.”
Maybe Tyler would do that for me.
“I’ve gotta help the guys load up the equipment. Unfortunately, I think I spent all my energy on you.”
A tiny smile formed on my lips, but Tyler would never see it. “Don’t blame me for that. You said you wanted to talk.”
Chuckling, Tyler ran his hand over the length of my hair, but he made no move to get up, so I rested my head back on his chest. He asked, “How are your parents, Meg?”
“They’re doing all right. Dad still works at Fort Carson, and mom’s still teaching.”
“Still at Riverside Middle School?”
“Yep. Near as I know, she plans to stay there till she retires.” Why the fuck was he asking about my family? Was he trying to avoid the conversation he knew was coming? I caressed the skin on his chest, realizing my own brain was more than okay with procrastinating. “What about your family?”
“Did you know they moved to Denver?”
I paused, rifling through the memories in my brain. “Now that you mention it, I haven’t seen them in a while. Guess that explains why.”
“They wanted to be closer to my sister. Dad got a job somewhere up there doing some kind of consulting work. When Amy got married, her husband got a job in Denver, so they moved and had a couple of kids right after. Mom couldn’t stand not being closer. She wanted to help out—so mom watches them and Amy doesn’t have to pay a babysitter when she works.”
“Wow. I knew Amy had gotten married, but I didn’t know about the kids.”
“They’re still pretty young. The baby’s maybe six months? I can’t remember. But little Jacob’s three and the cutest little guy…”
As much as I wanted to talk about safe topics, I knew we had to venture into uneasy territory. I didn’t feel like much of an expert in the realm of kids anyway—and it didn’t help that I avoided the kids’ section of the library on purpose.
I sat up some, wishing we were in a bed somewhere with light—because not seeing his face for so long had become disconcerting. Sure, chewing the fat about family was no big deal, but what we were going to talk about now would go better if I could read his expressions.
Actually, maybe it was better this way—and if I cried, it might be easier to hide it.
“So this is it then? You go back to your life tomorrow like nothing ever happened here.” I was so proud of myself, because I wasn’t on the verge of tears. Inside, it felt like a chasm had opened and all my emotions had poured into it, and I convinced myself that maybe I could spend the rest of my life in that numb state. If I couldn’t feel anything, Tyler’s leaving wouldn’t really matter.
