Tyler drew it out, finessing her body as they heard Thomas groan over the phone. She felt like she wouldn’t stop, her nerves stretched on a thin, heated wire, Tyler drawing it taut time and again as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her. As her descent started she trembled from the power of the feeling. When Tyler knew she’d finished he gave her mound one last kiss before working his way up her body.
“How are you, lover?” he asked Thomas.
Thomas gasped, “Jesus, that was good.”
“Did I do good, Masters?”
“Sugar, that was amazing. You sounded great.”
“Thank you.” Her eyes once again locked onto Tyler’s.
“Now you two have some fun. I’m going to take a shower and grab a bite to eat and read a little while before I go to bed. Love you both.”
They said goodbye and Tyler put the phone on the table. “My turn, sweet.”
She wrapped her arms around him as he kissed her. Then he spent long, teasing minutes suckling one, then her other breast, stirring feelings deep in the pit of her belly. Before him she’d never dreamed she could have such strong—not to mention so many—orgasms in one day, much less in the span of a few minutes. But he could do it to her, more so than Thomas. Thomas always made her climax, but Tyler had the gift of coaxing multiple orgasms out of her even when she didn’t think her body could take it. Before long the deep, throbbing ache returned with a vengeance.
He knelt between her legs and lifted them over his shoulders, making her moan when he plunged into her wet heat. He took several long, slow strokes before settling all the way in and slowly caressing her clit with his thumb.
“I want you to come again for me, my sweet angel,” he whispered. “You came for your other master, now you’ll come for me, won’t you?”
She nodded, his eyes touching her soul.
She would, too. She couldn’t refuse him, and he knew exactly how to bring her back to the top. Feeling him deep inside her, bumping her G-spot, only intensified the sensation. As she spun toward release she cried out and thrust against him, wanting him to fuck her. He grabbed her hips and pistoned his stiff cock as deep as he could, far deeper than Thomas ever went it felt like, filling her, owning her.
When the final explosion hit she arched into him, screaming his name. His body stiffened as he emptied deep inside her and held himself there for a long moment before lowering her legs and dropping his head to her chest.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and kissed the top of his head.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he murmured against her flesh. “I love you so much. You have no idea.”
She hugged him tightly to her. “I’m yours forever. Ever and ever,” she whispered.
He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him, his heart still thrumming in his chest. In this way, too, he differed from Thomas. Thomas liked to cuddle, never a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of guy. Tyler had to cuddle after making love, as if he needed the extra contact with her—or Thomas—as the post-coital bliss receded. She loved that about him, just one of the things that made him uniquely Tyler.
Nevvie was dozing when he finally kissed the top of her head. “Did you want dinner?”
“Do we have to go out?”
“No, I’m sure they have room service.”
She cuddled closer. “Okay. But let me lie here a while longer before you move.” Nevvie was nestled against his side, reluctant to break the spell he had her under.
“Did I wear you out, love? Not already? We still have two more days.” She loved his playful chuckle.
“I need some time to recharge, that’s all.” Tyler’s cell rang, interrupting her peace. “Shit.”
He stretched over her to reach it, looked at the screen. “Sorry, sweet, it’s Elliot. Hello?” She watched him while he talked. At one point he winked at her, making her smile. After a moment he said, “Hold on, mate.” Tyler held the phone over the side of the bed. “He wants to take us to dinner,” he whispered.
She groaned and pulled a pillow over her head. “That figures.” She sighed. “Fine.” Nevvie slipped her hand between his legs, making him jump. “But,” she purred in his ear, “don’t be surprised if your little slave tortures you.”
He grinned and cleared his throat before speaking while Nevvie massaged his limp cock in her hands, stirring some interest. “Uh, sure, that’s fine. Want us to meet you?…Right. See you in an hour.” He hung up and rolled her onto her back, making her giggle.
“You are a naughty girl,” he growled, kissing her, his cock springing to life. “What am I to do with you?”
“I could think of a lot of things, but not in the space of an hour.”
He sighed. “Right. Let’s shower and grab a taxi.”
Nevvie liked Elliot, hadn’t seen him since her last trip to New York with Tyler, although she frequently spoke with him. He was a short, loud, likeable native New Yorker with a Brooklyn accent. Tyler led her by the hand to Elliot’s table in the restaurant. She didn’t miss the publicist’s brief, questioning glance. He obviously sensed the change in her relationship with Tyler.
Elliot gave Tyler a hearty handshake and pat on the shoulder, and gave her a gentle half-hug and air kiss on her cheek. Both men waited for her to sit.
“So? How was the flight?”
“Splendid, as usual. First class hasn’t failed me yet, Elliot.”
Nevvie noticed Elliot’s eyes flicked to her then back to Tyler. “How’s Thomas? I’m surprised he didn’t come with you.”
Tyler put his elbows on the table and cupped his hands together, motioning Elliot to lean in. Dropping his voice so it wouldn’t carry, he said, “Everything’s fine. The three of us are fine.” Then he sat back and took a sip of water, watching Elliot’s reaction.
Elliot didn’t move, glancing at her, then back to Tyler. He lowered his usually loud voice to a whisper. “I’m not going to have to deal with weird shit like them whackos in Texas, right?”
Tyler smiled. “Thomas and Nevvie and I are perfectly happy together.” He winked at her. “Aren’t we, sweetheart?”
She blushed a little but smiled, clasping her hands together on the table so Elliot could see her ring. “Absolutely.”
Elliot eyed the ring then sat back. “Then mazal tov, my friends.” He took a sip of his water. “Lucky bastards.”
“I got the better deal,” Nevvie said. “Two for one.”
Elliot grinned. “You’ve got a live one here, Ty. Better keep her on a short leash.”
Nevvie and Tyler looked at each other and exploded with laughter.
“There’s nothing to it, sweet.” Tyler slid, naked, under the covers next to her. “Just smile and talk. I do that all the time.”
His calm demeanor amazed her. “But it’s The Today Show!”
He kissed her shoulder. “They are normal people. You’ve seen how fans sometimes react to me. All goo-goo because they’ve met a famous writer. It’s the same. I, however, can pick my nose when I work and not worry about ten million people watching me do it.”
“Ew!” She laughed. “I hope Thomas remembers to tape them.”
Tyler nuzzled the back of her neck. “I’m sure he will, love.”
“You keep that up, you won’t get to sleep any time soon.”
He kissed the back of her neck. “You mean that?”
“Mmm hmm.” She sighed. “I like this. But it’s kind of weird.”
“How so?”
“Without Thomas here.”
“I miss him too, sweetheart.”
They settled in. She tried to sleep and couldn’t. The way his body cupped hers, she felt his soft member comfortably nestled against her.
While she wasn’t quite ready to take that one last step, give that final piece of herself to them, she was curious.