Page 17 of Something to Prove (Smithton Bears #2)

WALKER

Ten minutes later, Ty stood on my porch. Neither of us spoke, but we didn’t have to. The air was thick with possibility…and desire.

“Are you going to invite me in?” His voice sounded like gravel, low and rough.

“I don’t know. You look like a wolf.”

Ty barked a laugh as I ushered him into the house and locked the door.

He reached for my belt loop, tugging me close. “Can I kiss you?”

I hummed in approval, parting my lips as he pushed his tongue inside, backing me against the foyer wall. He slipped his fingers in my hair and angled his chin to deepen the connection.

Gah, this was perfect. The hungry slide of his tongue, the brush of his beard, and his rough hands…

everywhere—plucking my shirt from my khakis, moving underneath, scratching my sides.

I was already burning up. I broke the kiss to yank Ty’s T-shirt over his head and quickly recaptured his mouth, switching our positions.

He tasted like vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and cherries, and I couldn’t get enough.

I sucked his tongue as he dealt with the endless row of buttons on my gingham oxford shirt. I swallowed a sigh and bit his lip as he dragged his fingernails on the sensitive nubs.

“That’s…yes.” I reached for Ty’s belt buckle. “I want…can I…please?”

He grunted an affirmative, watching me like a hawk as I gave my full attention to undoing his jeans. I shoved the denim fabric out of the way and pressed my palm on the rigid outline of his cock before curling my fingers and stroking him through his boxer briefs.

“ Mmm . Yeah…fuck, yeah,” he purred in my ear.

Oh, boy. If he kept this up, I was going to spontaneously combust. He didn’t even have to touch me, but…

his hands were on me again, making quick work of my khakis.

Ty grabbed my ass, licking my jawline and rocking his hips till we humped and rutted like horny teens.

It was exhilarating, but it still wasn’t enough.

I pushed my fingers under the elastic band of his boxer briefs and clutched his ass cheeks. He licked my ear in response, glancing down as I toed off my shoes and kicked my discarded clothes aside. Somehow, I was almost naked in the entryway while he still had his jeans on.

All our contrasts were on vivid display—our hair, our skin, our clothes—and it was hot as hell.

I loved that he was taller and bigger, but that he didn’t use his size to intimidate me. He gave me control. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I wanted to call the shots. The fantasy of Ty overpowering that unseen man in the alley screamed to the forefront of my mind, but this time, it could be me.

“More. I want…more,” I whimpered.

He traced my crack, our cocks pressed tightly as we bucked and swayed, precum slicking our lower abs. Then he slipped a finger in my mouth. “Suck it. Make it really wet for me.”

I obeyed, moaning when he parted my cheeks and rubbed the slick digit at my entrance, pushing it inside. “ Mmm , yes. More.”

Ty massaged my prostate as he sucked my tongue, surrounding me, consuming me till oxygen deprivation became an issue.

I gasped for air, blinking in a daze. With his jeans lowered and his erection tenting his briefs, Ty looked like a dream. The naughty kind.

He stroked himself through the cotton barrier so the tip of his cock peeked over the elastic band. “Where’s your bedroom, Walker?”

“This way.”

I dropped my briefs in the foyer and led the way.

My bedroom was a large sunlit space with a gorgeous bay window. The walls were a soft shade of yellow, decorated with tasteful floral prints that complemented the patterned rug under the bed. It was a sweet oasis filled with books, meaningful tchotchkes, and…my cat.

Mabel sat on the fluffy duvet amid a sea of throw pillows, licking her paws, her keen gaze fixed on the stranger.

Ty took off his shoes and socks, and moved to greet her. “Hey, who’re you?”

“That’s Mabel. She’s the queen of this castle, and she’s rather feisty. Don’t be offended if she…does that.” I tilted my chin as the cat darted off the bed and out of the room.

He chuckled, lowering his jeans. “That’s okay. I’ll meet her later.”

“Only if she agrees to…”

Was I saying something? I did a double take at the impressive full-mast erection bobbing in the breeze and hurried to grab supplies from the bedside table and toss the mountain of pillows out of the way.

I held a tasseled hot-pink one in front of my johnson as I braved another glance at the godlike man in my boudoir.

I wasn’t being coy. Honestly. And I wasn’t a prude. Sex was fun and life-affirming, and with the right partner, it could feel positively transcendent. The thing was…I’d never been starkers with the intent of going all the way with anyone who looked like Ty Czerniak.

Those tattoos, those muscles, that cocky grin, and that…very large penis.

“See something you like?”

“Yes,” I grunted as I dropped the pillow onto the pile.

“Me too.” Ty gave his cock a leisurely tug. “Show me everything. Let’s start with your perfect fucking ass.”

“ Mmm .”

I scrambled onto the mattress on all fours, licking my lips as Ty approached with a reverence reserved for viewing a masterpiece. He splayed his hands and spread me wide.

“Holy fuck, look at you. I’m going to touch you now. Is that okay?”

Was he serious?

I glanced over my shoulder and nodded. “Yes. Do it.”

Ty gently trailed a digit along my puckered entrance. His touch was featherlight, almost tender. I wriggled my hips and gestured to the lube nearby, but he just snickered.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get there. I just…I gotta taste you first.”

That was all the warning Ty gave before licking my hole.

Talk about a shock to the system. Dormant nerve endings zinged to life, sending a wave of pleasure through me. He did it again and again…and again. And you know, try though I might, it simply wasn’t possible to stoically accept erotic ministrations without losing a semblance of one’s cool.

I gripped the bedsheets, squeezing my eyes shut, my breath lodged in my chest as—well, there wasn’t a nicer way to put it —Ty tongue-fucked me. His beard grazed my skin, adding an unexpected element to the onslaught of sensation. It was so good. And I was so hard.

I braced my weight on my left elbow and reached for my aching cock, gliding my thumb through the precum drooling at my tip just as he slipped a finger into my hole. I flinched, willing myself to relax. He added spit and another digit, coaxing and stretching me.

“You…I…lube is—oh, wow, that’s good,” I sputtered.

Ty pulled his fingers out and used his tongue again. Let me assure you, absolutely nothing coherent left my mouth from that moment on, but the gist was, “Please, please, now. Please. More.”

It was torture.

I was on fire, burning up with a need to have him on top of me, inside me. It wasn’t like me to be so greedy, but I was at the end of my rope and seconds away from begging. Thank Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus that wasn’t necessary.

He smacked my ass and lunged for the lube.

Rolling on a condom with one hand, Ty scooted behind me, nudging my knees apart.

He might have still been wearing his jeans.

I thought he’d taken them off, but I could feel the dig of denim on my calves, and—oh…

wow, his fingers were back. One…then two. I whimpered and wiggled my hips.

“Feel good?” Ty asked, adding a third.

I grunted a yes, sighing with relief as he removed his fingers, lined his sheathed cock at my entrance, and pushed.

He rolled his hips, pausing often to give me a chance to adjust to his girth. Just as I thought it was too much, pain gave way to intense pleasure. The kind that left me reeling and dizzy.

“I’m okay now,” I assured him, setting a hand on his thigh. “You can move.”

Ty rocked forward, tracing my spine as he thrust in and out, in and out. I could hear him speaking or whispering, but I wasn’t sure what he was saying. Something like, “I got you. You’re okay. I’ll take care of you.”

That couldn’t be right. Not that it mattered.

The words weren’t important—it was the low rumbly cadence of his voice and the rhythm he set.

A little faster now. He held my hips, grinding against my ass and upping his pace.

The twang of bedsprings and the slap of skin echoed along with a chorus of, “Oh, yes. That’s it. Right there. Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes.”

I think that was me. I gripped the bedsheets for purchase as he moved like thunder, hitting every pleasure point inside me.

My poor neglected cock bounced and drooled on the mattress.

I had to come. I shifted my weight to jerk myself, but Ty got there first. He closed his fist around me and… that was it.

“ Ungh ! I’m coming!”

He rode me through my orgasm, tightening his hold as he pistoned faster and faster till he faltered and collapsed, covering me like a blanket and roaring through his release.

It took a few minutes to rejoin the land of the living. I wasn’t in a hurry. I was perfectly fine buried under a mountain a man, thank you very much.

Eventually, Ty rolled off me. He mumbled something like, “Bathroom?” and I responded with a grunt and a warbled, “That way.”

I tingled all over from the aftereffects of my orgasm and wasn’t quite ready or willing to worry about the potentially awkward post-sex au revoir .

I was sure it was coming, though. There was a decent chance he’d fetch his T-shirt from the wreckage of our clothing strewn on my bedroom floor and race for the door in a panic.

Yes, that sounded about right. It was the speed of his exit I was unsure of. Would it be a hasty “I forgot I have somewhere to be” or a slower-moving parting with a casual reminder that our mind-blowing naked tango was a one-time-only thing. Either option was feasible.

But he surprised me.

Ty returned with a warm washcloth and two water bottles. He set the waters on the nightstand and flashed a sheepish lopsided smile. “I raided your fridge. Hope you don’t mind.”