MADversary (10 page)

“Comfortable?” Tyler asked.  Megan looked up at him, smiling, and nodded.  He’d taken his shoes and socks off and looked pretty comfortable himself.  “I’m
gonna
straddle you at your lower back. 
If it hurts or something, tell me, okay?”

She was already relaxing again in the softness of the bed.  “
Mmmm
…okay.”

“Do you
wanna
take your
shirt
off again?  It’d be easier to…”

“Oh…yeah
, I guess I should
.”  She wiggled her hands out from under the pillow to her neck and unbuttoned
the shirt
at the top.  She started to struggle to take it off, but she felt Tyler’s fingers grab it at the collar and the blouse slid off her arms and back, tickling a little on its journey.
  She thought she was crazy, because
she felt like she could
sense
his confidence through his fingers.  And she did relax again.  His intentions might have been sexual (as were hers), but he was being sweet and sensitive, and she believed he wouldn’t force himself if she didn’t want him too.  But,
God
, she couldn’t keep getting nervous all night long, could she?

Then his warm, strong hands touched her
back
.
  His fingers wrapped around the top of her shoulders and squeezed.  “
Mmmm
…
.
”  She couldn’t help almost purring, his touch felt so good.

“You like that?”

“
Mmm
-hmm.”
  She felt a smile spread across her face.
  He gathered her hair together and then rested it up on the pillow, near the crown of her head.
  He kneaded
her
flesh and muscle under his strong fingers, and she felt as though she were melting into the bed.
  He began
massaging
her back along her shoulder blades and spine, and Megan felt herself slip a notch further into relaxation
.  Her
jaw slackened
and it felt like her head and arms had grown heavier.
  Feeling his legs wrapped around her hips and the sides of her breasts exposed should have made her feel vulnerable and maybe should have made her more aware of her buried desire, but the way his hands worked her back instead just helped her ease into a peaceful state.

Tyler rubbed her back for so long that Megan realized she had started to drift off to sleep.  She probably would have stayed asleep had Tyler not said, “How can you carry this much tension all the time?”

She didn’t open her eyes but said, “What?”

She was sure he didn’t know she’d fallen asleep when he said, “You have a lot of
knots
in your back
and you’re pretty stiff
.  Do you get regular massages?”

On her salary?
  That was a laugh.  But she answered, “No.”

“You should think about it.  I’m not trained to do this, and even I can tell you need it.”

Megan muttered, “You might not be trained for it, but you’re good at it.”
  Megan thought of how Lisa would scream when she heard Megan had Tyler, a rich, famous rock star,
giving her a fucking backrub like a paid masseuse.

“Thanks.”  His hands continued to work their relaxing magic on her muscles and she felt herself growing drowsy again.  But before she could drift off once more, Tyler asked, “How are you feeling now?”

“
Fantastic
.  My God, you’re
a genius
.”

She heard him chuckle.  “No…much as I’d like to take credit for it, I think your back desperately needed the help.
  Anyone could do what I’m doing.
”

“
Uhn
-uh.
  You’re good.”

His hands paused at her shoulders and then he brushed his fingertips down her back, tickling the skin enough that she perked up a little.  She felt him slide
down
and lean over.  He kissed the back of her neck, just a light peck, but it was enough to make her nipples stiffen. 
A shiver ra
n down her arms as she thought she might be ready.

He continued kissing the back of her neck, but his lips were pressing harder now.  Then he kissed her earlobe and said, “Do you want to roll over?”

Yes, she was ready.  She smiled and forced herself to nod slightly.  She felt Tyler lift his body up and she rolled over
with a little effort
.  She couldn’t find the strength to open her eyes, didn’t think she wanted to.  She didn’t want to lose the moment.  She was willing and in the right place mentally, and she was afraid opening her eyes would break the spell.

She felt warm and relaxed in the pillow-soft bed and she knew then that Tyler was right.  She
did
tend to
carry a lot of tension in her neck, shoulders, and upper
back,
and he’d removed it all.  She felt his lips brush hers and she smiled
again
.  Then his lips pressed harder on hers and she opened her mouth, inviting his tongue inside
, but she couldn’t even find the strength to wrap her arms around him; instead, they stayed beside her head
.  A
s he continued to kiss her,
she felt a slight stirring in the pit of her belly, yet she remained relaxed, as though she’d been in a hot tub for an hour
or two
.

Tyler’s lips left hers and moved lower.  His lips were warm against her skin and he traced a line from her neck to her left areola.  Once it was in his mouth, it pebbled up again and she realized she was relaxed but growing aroused, and she didn’t know that she’d ever felt both sensations at the same time before.  How had Tyler managed to
do
that, especially now that most of the alcohol had worn off completely?

Somehow her body responded but it wasn’t consciously.  She felt her back arch as though willing him to take more of her, and he understood.  He cupped her other breast in his hand and gave her other nipple the attention of his dexterous fingers.  Those fingers were used to making beautiful music and they were no
less expert
on her body.  She heard a loud breath escape her lips
, yet she still had no energy to participate actively.

Soon, he moved his hands to just under her breasts and he kissed her between the
cleavage
, then drew another line of kisses down to her navel, then past it, right to the top of her pubic bone.  There his hands paused just on her hips, and it was then that
the fire in
Megan’s
veins
began to
burn
like it should.  As though it were a flood, she felt her blood rush to the nerves in the middle of her body, and then the entire area between her legs started to tingle and grow taut and wet.  She was still relaxed, but she was now ready for Tyler in any and every sense.

His fingers felt hot as they unbuttoned her slacks.  He unzipped them and pulled them and her panties down and off in one quick, short movement.  Then he returned to the bed and h
is hands coaxed her legs apart at the thighs
.  S
he felt her breathing quicken in anticipation. 
But it
felt like he was taking too long.  After feeling
like she was being
rushed earlier, now she felt like
Tyler
couldn’t move fast enough.
  It was agonizing.
  He kissed the inside of her right thigh, sucking at the flesh, making her desperate.  He moved his mouth closer and closer
to where her legs met
, one centimeter at a time,
and she sensed her arms moving even though it seemed like she had
no control over them.  They were still heavy but they obeyed her command to move.  She had no power over Tyler either, but maybe she would feel like she did with a hand wound through his hair.

It was soft under her fingertips and long enough that she could
wad
it
up
in her fists.  But, realizing she was gripping too hard, she forced herself to ease up a little.  She felt the heat of his breath closing in on her pussy, and that’s when her breathing turned to gasps punctuated by deep, jagged breaths.  She bit her lower lip, willing herself to be patient.

So it was no surprise that
when his tongue
actually
touched her, she let out a loud groan.
  It was one simple stroke of his burning tongue on her clitoris
, but it felt like he’d done more to her in that short instant than her last five or six lovers had in hours of sex.  “Oh, God…
.
”  She was already so close to orgasm and she knew it wouldn’t take long.  She wanted to savor every moment, but she didn’t know that there would be very many
moments before release
.  His tongue flicked at her clit again, pushing her closer to that peak, and she felt her thighs tense up.  He felt so soft, so warm, so perfect, and…oh, God, he knew how to do it.  Just as she thought she might snap
,
her brain flipped the switch that caused her legs to quiver and her mouth to utter deep moans and sighs as she soared to a place damn near close to heaven.  She couldn’t even understand what was coming out of her mouth, but she knew she cried Tyler’s name more than once.  And he kept up a relentless rhythm on her until her legs collapsed like they belonged to a ragdoll.

Her breathing slowed and she became aware of Tyler kissing her stomach, working his way back up.  But he rested next to her on the bed.  She forced herself to open her eyes and she rolled her head over to him.  He grinned at her.  “Think you could handle a little more?”

Honestly
?  She felt like gravy now…warm and
liquidy
.  But she wasn’t going to tell him no.  She smiled and nodded her head.  He reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then arched his back, lifting his ass up off the bed.
  Her eyes closed again.  God, she really wanted to look more at his body, but he’d worn her out.

She opened her eyes again to see him sliding on a condom.  Then he kissed one of her breasts again, consuming a nipple, making Megan realize that maybe she had a little more life in her.  He brought his lips to hers and tasted her deep, then slid inside her.

He fit perfectly, Megan thought.  She felt like Cinderella in some perverse sense, like her vagina was the slipper that fit Tyler’s cock to perfection.  If she hadn’t been so aroused, she would have giggled, but instead Tyler was causing her mind to get serious again.  Her breathing deepened again and she heard the rhythm of Tyler inhaling and exhaling, close to matching hers.  He was taking his time, but the sensation was exquisite.  Finally, Megan said, “Deeper, Tyler,” and she opened her eyes long enough to see how dark his irises had grown, just like when they’d been kids.  Only now, he was a god…his jaw was tight, his eyes glinting, his arms taut and bulging.  He obeyed, drilling into her with such intensity that she cried out again, unable to hold back.  And her orgasm continued to rock her until he finished, resting his hot forehead against hers as sleep overtook her in its merciless grasp.

Chapter Twelve

MEGAN STRETCHED.  HER
neck and back felt like smooth velvet.  She couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face.  She knew she’d just had a
satisfying,
happy dream, but she couldn’t entice it
to the surface of her
conscious
ness
.
  It was just a fading bundle of emotions and blurry images.

But that wasn’t the only reason she was smiling.  Sure, she’d slept all night
long
, but she had come close to wakefulness more times throughout the night than she could remember.  And her thoughts were always on Tyler.  It didn’t hurt that he’d held her close a good chunk of the evening. 
At one point, she lay on her side and Tyler was snuggled up right next to her
, holding her against his body
.  She was wrapped in the cocoon of his arms and
s
he felt safe
and warm
.

Megan
opened her eyes
.  God, it had happened. 
No, not the sex.
  She was okay with that.
  Hell, she’d known it was inevitable from the moment she’d stepped on the elevator.
 
Aside from being neurotic and antsy, she’d reconciled and even embraced the idea of fucking Tyler again.  It would be the one thing that would make the reunion worthwhile. 
She
wasn’t
okay with the fact that—
goddammit
—she’d let her emotions get too deep whe
n
it came to Tyler. 
Shit
.  It was going to be hard to watch him walk away tomorrow.