Tyed to You (7 page)

Jasmine was fairly certain her vagina had just turned into molten lava because that was the sexiest thing she’d ever encountered.

He began to descend down her body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts. They weren’t small by any means, but they weren’t especially large either, just a little more than a handful. He didn’t seem to mind. He placed his mouth over an areola, licking and sucking the soft mound while his hand moulded and squeezed the other, rolling the tip around with his thumb and forefinger.

Gasping and moaning at the sensations he was causing her, Jasmine was now unabashedly rubbing against him for the friction she needed so badly, making his stomach almost slick with her juices. “Oh, God, please, Ty…” she begged. “Touch me, fuck me, I need…”

“What do you need, Jasmine?” he asked quietly, continuing his descent to the glistening prize that awaited just a few inches farther down.

“I need you…I need…fuck…” She finished with a groan as his lips slid between the folds of her pussy, his tongue plunging into her depths to greedily sample her honey. She was instantly on the edge of orgasm and it was wonderful. She threaded her fingers into his hair, grasping, guiding as he switched between fucking her with his mouth to ravenously licking and sucking her rock-hard clit. Doing away with what little restraint she had left, she moved her other hand to his head, both fists grasping his hair as her hips met the thrusts of his mouth, literally fucking his face.

Ty tightly gripped her ass in his hands, assisting her in her efforts. The slight change in position only heightened the sensation and with a keening cry, Jasmine came undone. Her muscles trembled and the noises coming from her throat were unlike any she’d heard herself make before. While she was in the throes, Ty wasted no time. He knelt over her body and sheathed himself fully within her with one powerful thrust. Before the first had even worn off, Jasmine spiralled into another orgasm, as Ty pumped in and out of her with vigour. Their tender lovemaking had evolved into the ravenous claiming she’d so desired. He wasn’t gentle and she wasn’t holding back. Jasmine’s nails tore into his back, spurring him to fuck her that much harder until finally he came with something akin to an animalistic growl. He rocked into her a few more times until his spasms subsided, her contracting inner walls milking him dry, before he withdrew from her and collapsed on the bed closely beside her.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, but Jasmine lay in Tyson’s arms as they came down from their ecstatic heights. A few minutes had passed when Jasmine realised that they no longer felt level.

“Um, Ty? Is it just me, or are we lying at a slope? It feels like we’re lopsided.”

She felt him carefully extricate himself from her then sit up, verifying it was definitely dipping drastically to one side. “Uh oh,” he mumbled.

“Did we break the bed?” Jasmine’s question was muffled as she continued to lie spent. Broken or not, she didn’t feel it warranted sitting up quite yet. “I thought I heard something pop.”

”All I could hear was us, sweetheart.” He leaned over and looked under the bed. “It’s kind of hard to see in this light, but…yeah, pretty sure we broke it.”

Jasmine giggled weakly. “That one’s going to be fun to explain to Marcy.” Marcy being Ty’s mother. Panic bubbled up in her briefly, enough to bring her out of her freshly-fucked haze before she pushed away the thoughts to deal with at a later time. She did finally sit up. “Maybe we should move the mattress to the floor?”

“Probably a good idea,” Ty agreed, then chuckled. “And don’t worry, I’ll try to come up with something other than ‘Sorry Mom, I was fucking Jasmine’s brains out’ when it comes time to explain what happened to the sofa bed.” He sobered and reached for her hand. “That wasn’t really my intent, you know. I hadn’t planned on giving you a proper pounding ’til at least our third or fourth round.”

Jasmine pulled her knees up close to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, suddenly feeling a bit vulnerable. “Well, I hope you’re not apologising, because that, by far, is the best sex I’ve ever had,” she quietly replied.

He put his arm around her and pulled her towards him, planting a kiss atop her head. “That definitely was not an apology. I fully enjoyed myself and it was pretty much my greatest dream realised. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay, that I didn’t hurt you or anything.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow, but that was so worth it. I think I’d like another shower though. I don’t know about you but I feel sticky.”

“Care if I join you? Maybe we can wash the sticky off each other.” Ty nuzzled and kissed the side of Jasmine’s neck.

Jasmine sighed, basking in the pleasurable sensation of Ty’s lips on her skin. “You are definitely welcome to join me.”

They got up, then Ty paused. “I think I’m going to go ahead and move this mattress real quick, so then when we get out it’s already for us to lie down and settle in?”

“Good idea.”

She helped him move the mattress, then while Jasmine went to start the shower, Ty coaxed the sofa bed frame back into the sofa as best as he could, causing her to cringe at the sound of metal bending in a way it wasn’t meant to.

The shower was conducted quickly, solely for the purpose of cleansing themselves of their sweat and other bodily fluids, before they settled back down, in only their bare skin, on the bed they’d made on the floor. Jasmine was asleep in minutes in a seemingly equally satiated Tyson’s arms.

Chapter Six

Jasmine awoke to Tyson’s lips kissing her stomach, just below her navel. He looked sexy and adorable, staring at her with smouldering eyes while his hair stood up every which way. “Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted. “I was in the mood for breakfast in bed, so…” He trailed off as he continued kissing her stomach, tracing the soft curve of her belly with his nose. She was usually so self-conscious of that area, no longer firm and flat as it had been eight or ten years ago, but Ty didn’t seem to mind in the least. She sat up on her elbows to watch him, reaching down to lovingly smooth some of that wild hair out of his eyes.

He turned his focus to meandering his way to her pussy, sprinkling leisurely kisses all around her pubis along the way. There was no hurry this morning, no sense of urgency. He was simply taking his time to appreciate her body in the light of day. She moved her hand up to her breast, casually massaging it, teasing and stroking the nipple while she watched him. His expression became more lustful once he caught sight of what she was doing to herself and he stopped what he was doing.

“Problem?” she inquired, lifting an eyebrow coquettishly, all the while continuing to palm and squeeze her breast.

He shook his head slowly. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

Emboldened by his awe, Jasmine decided to take it one step further. “Why? Because I’m touching myself?” Hearing the implied meaning of her own words served to turn her on even more. She lay back against the pillow and slowly slid her other hand down her stomach, watching Tyson track her every move. Just before her fingers reached her folds, she paused, waiting for Ty’s reaction.

“Don’t stop,” he encouraged, his voice rough with building desire.

Jasmine brought her fingers back up to her mouth to moisten them with her tongue, slid her hand back down her body and separated her swollen lips. She dipped just the tip of her middle finger inside her cunt to gather a little of her natural lubrication, then stroked on and around her clit. All the while she kept squeezing and massaging her breast with her other hand, rolling the nipple with her thumb and watching Tyson become more and more turned on by the second.

Her pussy became even wetter, enabling her ministrations to slide even more easily as she openly masturbated in front of him. Kyle had certainly never seen her do this, but with Tyson, none of the old rules seemed to apply. He naturally brought out her inner vixen and that vixen was having a marvellous time.

And his patience to remain a mere spectator didn’t last long. Ty lowered his mouth to join Jasmine’s ministrations, his tongue sliding around, between, and with her feverishly stroking and pumping digits until she began to quiver under his lips. Pushing her hand aside, he got up on his knees and plunged his length deep inside, inciting a cry of pleasure and need from the both of them. He grasped her hip with one hand and slid the other under her back and lifted, pulling her up as he rocked back on his heels. She sat straddling him upright, rolling her hips as she rode the wave of her orgasm while he wildly bucked his hips against her. It didn’t take long—her head thrown back in ecstasy, her mouth curved into an ‘O’ as she continued to convulse around him, soaking his entire groin with her juices, and with a few more solid thrusts, he met his climax as well.

And just in time. Seconds later there was someone pounding at the door and rattling the door knob, causing the sated, exhausted lovers to jump.

“Thank God I locked the door,” Tyson muttered, standing up to retrieve his shorts.

“You didn’t leave the key out there, did you?” Jasmine asked warily. Chances were pretty good that Tyson’s buddies knew its hiding place as well as she did.

And she was right. There was the tell-tale sound of a key triggering the lock, giving Jasmine barely enough time to snatch the comforter and cover her body before the door flew open. Saul openly ogled Jasmine. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart, we’re all friends here. Hell, I think we’re practically family now. How about a hug for ‘Cousin Saul’?” he offered with a randy waggle of his eyebrows.

“Saul…” Ty warned as Jasmine scowled.

“Rise and shine, lovebirds!” Freddie greeted cheerfully. “Consider yourselves lucky I made him wait until you were finished.”

“Made him wait… You were
listening
?” Jasmine gasped, horrified.

Freddie held up his hands in surrender. “Laurel’s inside cooking pancakes, and when she tried to call you guys to come in for breakfast, she realised that you both left your cell phones in the house. So she sent Saul, of all people, to come give you two a wake-up call, though I have a hunch you were already awake. When he didn’t come back in ten minutes, Laurel asked me to check on things, and…well, you guys were finishing up at that point.”

Jasmine glared at Saul. “You fucking pervert! How dare you!”

Ty fixed a menacing stare at Saul. “Get out, dude.”

“What? C’mon, Ty, I’m only—” Saul began, but Tyson wasn’t having it.

“Saul, if you don’t get your ass out of this room right now, I’m beating it. I’m not even fucking around right now.” The muscle in his jaw twitched in his ire.

“All right, geez, sorry…” Saul slunk back out the door, his feet tromping loudly back down the stairs.

“Sorry, guys,” Freddie said sincerely. “I think he still thinks this is college or something.”

“He needs to fucking grow up,” Ty grumbled.

“Do you want us to go home? So you can, uh…get acquainted?”

Ty sighed, seeming to seriously consider it, but Jasmine spoke up. “I don’t think that’s necessary, Freddie. We’re all here to have fun this weekend. Just…give us a few minutes to get cleaned up and, ah…” She looked down at the blanket she was wrapped in. “Get some clothes on, and we’ll come join you guys for breakfast, okay?”

She looked at Ty who nodded and continued, “Yeah, man, you guys don’t have to leave. But me and Saul are going to have a conversation about boundaries.”

They showered quickly, sharing just a brief moment of tenderness and a few kisses before dressing in casual shorts and tees and heading back to the house.

* * * *

Freddie was in the kitchen helping Laurel when they entered, but Saul was noticeably absent.

“Good morning,” Laurel trilled, flipping over bacon in a large frying pan.

“Good morning,” Jasmine returned with a beaming smile. “You should’ve waited, I’d have helped cook!”

“I don’t mind. Seeing those big ‘just-had-sex’ smiles on your faces, I’ll count it as taking one for the team this time and leave it at that. Next time it’s your turn.”

Jasmine only grinned wider, reaching into the cupboard for a coffee cup. Ty leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I need to go find the douche bag and have a little chat with him. I trust you can handle my sister’s gushing on your own for a little bit?”

She nodded. “Go make nice with Saul.” She kissed him one more time before he motioned to Freddie to come with him and both men headed downstairs.

She turned to find Laurel watching her incredulously. “What?” She poured herself a cup of coffee.

“You’re not even remotely the same person who pulled up in my driveway yesterday looking like someone had repeatedly kicked your puppy. You’re glowing, Jasmine. Not that I want any details, because I don’t, but is my brother really that good?”

Jasmine took a sip of coffee then let out a sigh of sheer contentment. “He’s amazing. Mind-blowing. I don’t think my toes have completely uncurled yet. And he does this thing with his tongue that just—”

Laurel held up a hand. “Okay, okay, I get it! No details, remember?”

Jasmine shook her head as she set down her coffee. “Sorry. He’s just…wow. I have no words. I have never been so…I don’t know, content? Is that the word? Satisfied? He made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. And fuck, I hate that it feels so weird to talk to you about this because it’s your brother, but oh my God, Laurel, now that I’ve had a taste, I don’t want to quit. What am I going to do when it’s time to re-enter the real world tomorrow? Is this going to continue?”

“Don’t you want it to continue?” Laurel glanced away from the pan of bacon she was tending and looked Jasmine in the eyes. As long as the two had known each other, Jasmine felt Laurel could always read her like a book, that Laurel knew her better than she knew herself, and this time was no different. Laurel didn’t bother giving Jasmine a chance to reply before continuing, “Of course you do. You’ve fallen for him. And as much as it makes me cringe to say it, you look the epitome of what a proper pounding can do for a gal. You are utterly blissed out! I mean, how many times did you—no. Ick. That’s my brother. Never mind!”