War (Boston Bolts Hockey #3)

42. Tyler

FORTY-TWO

TYLER

“It’s criminal, really. We’ve had this hot tub for almost a month, and I haven’t gotten you naked in it.”

I laugh at my wife’s comment. Who knew Ava would be the one trying to defile me? Steam dances around us as we relax in the bubbling water. “Feel free to take off that suit and come sit on me.”

Ava eyes me mischievously. “Is this going to be another one of your lessons?” Dipping under the water, she swims across the small space and resurfaces in my arms.

Squeezing her hips, I try to remind myself to breathe. This woman is so goddamn beautiful sitting in my lap, dripping wet, wearing one of those smiles that steals my breath each time I see it. For so long, they were rare, at least around me. A small tilt of her lips when one of her friends would tell a funny joke. Like she knew her mouth should make that motion, but the expression never truly hit her eyes, where sadness always reigned.

Now I see it in her every feature.

Ava’s happy.

And I feel like a goddamn king for being even a small part of the reason she emanates joy.

“What kind of lesson were you thinking, wifey?”

Rolling her hips over my rock-hard cock, she moans. “There’s so much I’ve never done. I’m sure you could figure out something to teach me.” She drops her head back, exposing her neck.

Without hesitation, I find the spot that turns her into putty in my hands and suck on the soft flesh there. I nip at it, then lick, soothing the sting. All the while, she rolls her hips over me, working herself into a frenzy.

“Fuck, Ave. The things I want to do to you.”

My wife moans. “And I want them. I want them all.”

I slip my fingers beneath her swimsuit and grip her ass. “Careful, Vicious. You don’t know the monster you’re begging for.”

She wiggles, egging me on. “I think I do. We both know how much I love that monster.”

She’s right. The two of us, we love the taunting. I slide my hands a little farther and dig my fingers into the crack of her ass, pulling her cheeks apart so the hot water teases her tight hole.

Ava thrashes above me, arching back and then slumping against me, her teeth digging into my neck. “More,” she pants.

“You want me to finger this virgin ass, Ave? Want me to make you come without even touching your pussy?”

She grinds down on me. “No. I want you to suck on my clit while you finger it.”

I smile down at my beautiful, dirty wife and press one finger against her tight hole. She squirms with so much ferocity I almost slide right in, but I hold myself back, determined to make this good for her. Determined to make her crave more than my finger in this forbidden spot.

“How ’bout this, baby?” I say, voice husky against her ear. Gently, I ease my finger inside her.

She lets out a soft whimper, but I don’t pull back. It’ll hurt for a second, but I’m going to work her up to something that will feel so fucking good for us both.

“How about I finger this ass while you ride me in here, and once you come once, I’ll take you inside and lick you from front to back. Then you’ll come with my tongue in your ass.”

“Don’t stop,” she begs .

I’m not sure if she means the fingering or the dirty talk, but I don’t plan to stop either.

“You think you can be quiet when I slide my cock into this tight ass? Or will I have to dig out a ball gag for you?”

Writhing on top of me, she succumbs to her first orgasm of the night. A flush works up her pale skin, and her lips fall open on a loud moan. No, my girl has no idea how to be quiet. I claim her lips as her orgasm slams down on her. She’s still whimpering from the aftershocks when I pull my finger out of her ass and straighten her bathing suit.

I give her a few moments to steady herself, then climb out of the tub and hold out a towel for her.

“Do you really have a ball gag?” she asks as she steps into my arms.

“I’m not sure how to answer that.”

Mouth dropping open, she pushes away from me. “Tyler Warren.”

I throw my head back and let out a loud laugh. “I’m teasing.” I tug her into my arms again. “I’ve got all sorts of toys, but I’ve never used them on anyone but you. I stocked up after your little show with the vibrator.”

Ava’s eyes glitter with interest, sending a rush of heat through me. Does she want me to gag her? Fuck, my brain is too scrambled to remember what I’ve got upstairs, but I’m sure I can find something that will do the trick.

“I don’t think I can be quiet.” Ironically, she whispers those words.

Grasping her hips, I lift her and carry her inside. “I’ll find a way to shut you up.”

Ava

My pulse races and anticipation overwhelms me, my body coated in a sheen of sweat as I lie on our bed, naked and relaxed. Tyler saunters around our room completely naked, pulling a bottle of lube from a drawer and a vibrator from beside the bed, and then a tie from his closet. As he spins and stalks toward me, determination and lust evident in his every step, my nerves splinter. It’s hard to breathe when he looks at me like this.

He’s godlike. Effervescent. War.

Hannah was right to make his name a damn adjective. There’s not a person on this planet who has this kind of swagger.

It’s the hint of softness along those jagged edges. The surprise one will find if they dare to get close.

Tyler Warren loves with his whole damn heart, but it’s rare for anyone to take the time to see beneath the tattoos and the scowls.

“You’re really going to gag me?”

He lifts a brow, but rather than reply, he simply places all of his treasures beside me, then cuffs my ankles and tugs until my knees rest on his shoulders. “Let’s see how quiet you are with my tongue in your ass.”

Before I have time to process his words, he spreads me wide and licks. The sensation is indecent, obscene. I can’t help but squirm. It shouldn’t feel this good. I shouldn’t like it. But god, the way he slides his tongue in and out of me makes my eyes roll back in ecstasy.

A buzzing sound fills the air, catching my attention. Then, without stopping the work that magical tongue is doing, he’s rolling a vibrator against my clit.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper.

“Do you need something to keep you quiet?” His voice is husky, his breath hot on my skin.

“Yes,” I plead.

In one swift move, he flips around and straddles me, his knees on either side of my head, his cock dangling above my lips, his mouth suctioned over my pussy. I grip his hard length and open my mouth, anxious to torture him the way he’s torturing me. I’ve barely rolled my tongue over the piercing when he pushes the head of the vibrator inside me. Rough and fast, he fucks me with it and bucks into my mouth.

He slides a finger into my ass, and as I moan in response, I gag on his cock .

It all feels too good. The pleasure builds, my nerves breaking apart as he works me from every angle. Breathing through my nose, I try to focus on pleasing him, but the man is focused. While he pistons his hips, his fingers fuck, and his tongue, god his tongue, works indecent circles until I’m crying out again, practically begging for him to fuck me.

“I can’t—I don’t—” I babble incoherently.

He pulls out of my mouth, giving me a second to breathe, but doesn’t stop fucking into my ass. Adding a second finger, he milks my orgasm, stretching me deliciously, hitting a place that immediately sends me to the edge again.

“You can, baby, and you will. Do you want me inside you when you come, or should I use my tongue again first?”

Still in the throes of ecstasy, all I can do is buck up off the bed, pushing my pussy toward his face, begging for it.

Humming, he latches on to my clit and sucks. “That’s it, wifey, come on my tongue again. I want you to squirt all over our bed when I fuck this ass.” With two fingers buried in the tight hole, he pushes the vibrator deeper into my pussy and sucks me through another violent shudder.

“Please,” I cry, tears and sweat coating my face. I don’t know whether I’m crying because I can’t take the pleasure any longer or if it’s in desperation for my final climax.

He’s working me toward a sensation I’ve never experienced, and with every pulse my body seems to chant, more, give me more.

In my delirious state, I’m vaguely aware of the way he positions me, slipping a pillow beneath my hips. Then his face is hovering over mine. “Are you okay?”

As I get lost in his beautiful blue eyes, I realize I’ve ever been this okay. This happy. This content.

As incredible as it is, it’s not the sex. It’s him. It’s the trust I have in him. Tyler won’t hurt me. I know this with every fiber of my being. He’d do anything to not hurt me.

Blowing out a shaky breath, I smile. “Please, Ty. I need you.”

By the surprise glittering in his eyes and the smile that lances his face, I know I haven’t worked hard enough to show him that I won’t hurt him. That I love him. I’m still hiding so many parts of myself. Though I can’t spill all my secrets in this moment, I have to show him that I’m trying. That I want him to know me.

But words aren’t enough. I want to show him.

With a hand at the back of his neck, I tug him in for a kiss. His muttered fuck against my lips tells me, once again, that I’ve surprised him.

With his lips fused to mine, he rubs his pierced dick against my clit. Needy for more, I angle my hips so he’s notched at my entrance.

“Je t’aime, ma femme, j’aime ton corps parfait, et ta chatte, et ce cul, je vais le baiser jusqu’à ce que tu jouisses sur ma bite.”

As he thrusts inside me, I bite down on his lip. “What does that mean?”

He thrusts slowly, his eyes locked on mine. “I love you, my wife. I love your perfect body, and your pussy, and this ass. I’m going to fuck it until you come all over my cock.”

His words alone edge me closer to the orgasm that just may be the death of me.

I whimper. “Do it now, please?”

Straightening, he slides out of me and hands me the vibrator. “Hold this on your clit for me, okay? If any of this is too much, tell me. I’ll go slow.”

Panting, I smile up at him. “I trust you.”

His chest heaves with a relieved breath. “Good. I’d never hurt you.” Drinking me in, he squirts a generous amount of lube into his hand and coats his length. He presses one finger into me and works me over, prepping me. “You feel so soft, baby. My cock is going to love it.”

He works me over until he feels confident I’m ready, then he grips his cock and presses it against me. “Breathe, Vicious, I need you to breathe.”

I suck in a breath of air as he pushes inside me. His fingers have nothing on his cock and the feeling of him breaking through has me hissing in air. I grit my teeth to keep myself from crying out. Right when I think I can’t take another second of it, he pulls back and presses forward again.

“Just push in,” I beg .

With a gentle tilt of his hips, he seats himself completely. The burn lingers, though it’s morphed into the kind of pain I relish. Holding himself there, he grasps my hand, the one holding the vibrator, and rolls it over my sensitive clit.

“Oh god, yes,” I mumble as the pain subsides and I’m awash in sheer pleasure. Maybe it’s that my nerve endings have all been frayed, but god does it feel good. He does it again and I have to bite down on my arm to keep myself quiet.

“Such a good girl,” Tyler coos as he drags the vibrator lower. “Do you think we should fill this pussy? Think you can handle it?”

He pulls back a fraction and thrusts into me again.

Instantly, I’m begging him to make me come.

Unhurried and wearing a grin, he drags the vibrator back up to my clit and takes a nipple into his mouth. The pleasure that swamps me is so intense I practically black out. With my nipple between his teeth, he tugs.

It’s too much. My every cell is screaming for release. I rock against him, fucking his cock with my ass, needing more.

“There’s my vicious girl. Take what you need.”

My pussy pulses, begging him. “I need the vibrator, Ty.”

“Yes you do. You want to come, don’t you?”

“Need it,” I pant.

Blue eyes lit like flames, he slides the vibrator inside me. “I’ll never deny you.” With that, he fucks me with abandon. The feel of the vibrator and his cock working at the same time is decadent. “Oh fuck, baby, the vibrator feels too good,” he mutters and then rambles in French. The words are an aphrodisiac, lighting a fire that cascades through my limbs.

He lets go of the vibrator, using his hips to keep it in place, and fucks me with both the vibrator and his magical cock. With his arms caging me, he hovers low, his tongue finding mine.

I detonate, coming so hard he has to swallow my cries.

This night. This man. I’ll never get enough.