Something to Believe In (The Renegade Saints Book 4) (15 page)

The way he said my name was part awe, part prayer. I smiled when I saw him lifting the remote from its position at his side. After he hit the power button and turned the TV off, the silence in the room was only broken by the sounds of our breathing. My hand now firmly on his erection, I began gently rubbing it in a circular motion up and down the length. His arm around my shoulder tightened as he brought his other arm around and cupped my jaw.

“Look at me,” he growled.

My heart sped up when I looked up and met his electric gaze as his hand slid down my neck, stopping at the back to hold me in place. He stared at me like I was something magical and unexplainable. I expected him to kiss me, but he didn’t. Instead, our eyes stayed locked together as I continued moving my hand. Our mouths were close enough together that I could feel each breath he took feathering across my skin when he exhaled.

The erotically charged moment was the most intimate I’d ever experienced. We exchanged a thousand words and had to say one aloud. Without question, I understood we both wanted the same thing, desperately.

His breath shuddered when I squeezed him through his jeans before moving up and touching the button at his waist. The hand he’d had at my neck came down and we worked together to open them. Little sounds erupted from the back of his throat as the zipper gave way and he was finally able to reach in and pull himself out. I let out a noise of my own when I saw his gorgeous cock standing at attention for me.

Lifting my hand, I held two fingers up and traced his lips. “Lick them,” I murmured. His eyes were like fields of fire as he sucked my fingers into his mouth, running his tongue around them reverently. When I pulled them from his mouth, he whimpered.

“God, Daisy.”

With his eyes on me, I brought the two fingers to my lips and licked them just as he had. I pulled them out slowly before taking them down and rubbing them across the tip of his cock. He shivered and squeezed my shoulder with the hand he still had on me.

“Work with me,” I said huskily. “Show me how you like it.”

He held his hand up to my mouth, and I wetted his palm with my tongue. When I was finished, I looked down to watch as he wrapped it around his cock and started moving it up and down. His actions were firm but slow. As he worked, I traced circles around the head, the lubrication from my fingers now mixing with some pre-cum that was leaking from the tip. I licked my lips as I watched our hands working together to stroke and tease him.

I couldn’t watch and not taste. Another time, maybe. But right then, I needed to feel him with my tongue. Pulling away from his hold, I slid off the couch and down to the floor. Once I was on my knees, I turned and faced him before nudging his legs apart and taking position between them.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so beautiful.”

I smiled softly as I ran my hands up his jean-covered thighs. As I went up, I felt his muscles rippling with tension beneath my hands. When I reached the top of his thighs I stopped, using them to steady myself as I leaned forward, stuck out my tongue, and licked the head of his cock. We moaned in unison. I loved the slightly salty and musky flavor of him spreading across my tongue.

He let out a series of desperate sounding
unh
noises as I feathered my tongue around the head, getting it nice and wet. As I did, he continued working his fist up and down his shaft, stopping again and again just before he reached my face. He kept it up until I opened my mouth and sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth, at which point his hand dropped down to his groin and he let out a strangled
aah
.

I kept my hands resting at the top of his thighs as I began to bring my head up and down his shaft. I stayed slow and steady, letting the moment last and last. Beneath my mouth his hand grew wet from my saliva and he used it to jerk the part of him I couldn’t fit into my mouth.

“I love seeing your mouth stuffed full of my dick,” he moaned.

Opening my eyes, I looked up at him. The way he watched me was feral and possessive.

“You like sucking it, don’t you?”

I nodded, moaning around him as I shuttled up and down.

His hands threaded their way into my hair, gripping me firmly as he pushed his hips up.

I didn’t need to bob up and down anymore once he took control, holding me in place as he worked his hips up and down so that he was fucking my mouth. I slobbered and moaned as he worked me back and forth on his cock.

“Daisy… Dais… Daisy,” he whimpered.

His praise had me using more suction and tonguing every bit of him I could with each in and out motion. We kept up just that way for a long while before he pulled me up and off. When I immediately tried to take him back in my mouth, he held me steady and shook his head.

“Stop,” he groaned. “Give me a minute.”

“I want it back,” I whimpered.

“I’m going to give you something better,” he promised breathlessly. “But not out here.”

It should’ve been ridiculous when he stood up with his erection bobbing all over the place, but it wasn’t. Instead, it was so sexy I swear I had a mini orgasm. I let out a little squeak when he helped me to my feet and then lifted me up and into his arms.

When we got into the bedroom, he deposited me on the bed and then flipped on the light. As soon as it was on, he whipped his shirt off. I thought I was aroused before, but I’d just been getting started. His bared chest, and the jeans hanging open with his hard cock pointing right at me, were so hot I had to fan myself. He smiled at me as he kicked off his shoes and then turned his back on me.

He shook his butt back and forth in front of me a few times, looking back over his shoulder with a sultry look.

“You like that?” he asked jokingly.

“I like it very much,” I giggled.

I stopped laughing after he pulled his jeans and boxers off and pulled off his socks, leaving him facing away from me completely naked. Ty’s back was incredibly muscular and ripped, and it gave way to an ass that literally made my mouth water. He looked like a warrior, perfectly proportioned and muscled in all the right spots. I couldn’t look and not touch. Standing from the bed, I took the few steps between us and set my hands on his shoulders before trailing them down his back and then around to his stomach. From there, I slid them up the warmth of his stomach, appreciating the way his muscles rippled beneath my hands. I kept going until I got to his chest, one hand resting over his heart, the other just below it.

It was a moment I’ll never forget. When his hands covered mine, I laid my forehead against his back and sighed, enjoying the sensation of his pounding heart beneath my hand and the rise and fall of his back with each harsh breath. We stood like that for almost a minute before he let go of my hands and turned in my arms. He cupped my face and studied me like there would be a test later.

“What’re you doing to me?” he asked.

“Whatever you’ll let me,” I answered honestly.

Tilting my head back he leaned in and kissed me. My hands went up his torso, stopping on his shoulders as I held on to him. He traced my bottom lip with his tongue, sliding it back and forth again and again. I slowly parted my lips and just barely touched my tongue to his. He groaned and met me halfway, taking the kiss deeper.

The night of the bathroom incident we’d kissed frantically, almost like we were afraid we might be pulled apart. The kiss we shared in his bedroom wasn’t like that at all. It was deep, slow, and wet. While our tongues danced, my body all but melted into his. By the time he raised his head I was breathless.

He gripped the bottom of my shirt with both hands and tugged.

“You with me?”

“I’m very, very with you,” I assured him as I lifted my arms.

He lifted my shirt up and over my head in one smooth movement. When it was off, he lifted his hand and traced a finger from my collarbone down to the center of my chest, just above the middle of my bra.

“Beautiful.”

I grinned as I glanced down at my periwinkle bra. “Victoria’s Secret is really good stuff.”

He stepped in closer and reached around with both hands to undo my bra. His eyes stayed on mine as he shook his head.

“I wasn’t talking about the bra, I was talking about you.
You’re
beautiful.”

I knew I was blushing as I beamed up at him. “I was just thinking the same thing about you,” I admitted.

We kept right on staring at each other as the clasp to my bra gave way. My skin felt super sensitive as he brought his hands around and took hold of my bra straps, bringing them forward and pulling it down. Although my nipples had been hardened peaks for quite a while, they felt even more swollen when he dropped the bra on the floor and stared down at my naked breasts.

“Goddamn perfect,” he muttered.

I felt like I was glowing from the inside out. I was far from perfect, but he made me feel as though I was. I let out a squeak when he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up before depositing me down on the bed. I settled back and smiled as he lifted up first one leg and then the other to take my boots and socks off. With them out of the way, he lifted my left foot and ran the tip of his finger along the bottom. I humiliated myself by laughing like a hyena and kicking his leg with my right foot as I wiggled wildly.

“Stop!” I squeaked. “I’m crazy ticklish.”

Ty grinned as he let go of my foot. “Just your feet, or other places?”

“My stomach is ticklish but not in the way my feet are.”

He leaned over me, dropping a soft kiss on my lips.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he murmured.

As he spoke, his hands went to my waist. Gripping the sides of my leggings, he peeled them off of me. When they were off, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and put two pillows under my head. Once he was satisfied with my position, he dropped to the floor.

“Bend your knees.”

Goose bumps broke out across my flesh as I complied. I let out a breathy squeak as he took hold of my ankles so he could place my feet where he wanted them on the mattress. When he was satisfied, he leaned in and nuzzled his face right at the heart of me through my panties. I blushed when he let out a groan.

“You’re burning up for me.”

I started to respond, then lost the ability to say anything when he gripped either side of my underwear and started pulling them down my legs. After lifting one foot and then the other, he put them back on the bed the way he wanted.

I forgot how to breathe for countless seconds when he leaned in and I felt the warmth of his breath on me. I remembered to breathe again when he traced his tongue against my pubic bone. I loved the feeling of the tickle of his stubble as it rubbed against me when he ran his tongue over every inch of me.

Using his fingers to spread the lips of my sex open, he slowly licked right up the center, causing me to whimper.

“
Tyson
.”

The pillows he’d put under my head had me in a position that allowed me to watch what he was doing, so I saw him grin. His eyes fluttered shut a few seconds later, but I kept watching him. Somehow seeing what he was doing made me feel just as good as feeling it. Talk about sensory overload.

I felt myself getting closer to what I knew was going to be a spectacular orgasm, and my hands went to either side of his head as I moved against his tongue. I was right there, hovering on the edge, when his eyes opened and met mine. The expression of pure animal lust in his wolf-like eyes was everything, and it sent me over. I called out his name as I came, and he growled against my clit in response as he continued to lick and suck. When it was over, I continued to tremble with aftershocks as he stood up.

My eyes were drawn to his cock, which was rock hard and pointed right at me. Ty opened the drawer next to his bed and pulled out an enormous box of condoms, which made me frown. The thing was darn near industrial sized and I imagined some assistant somewhere buying in bulk. Lacey had said he didn’t have women in his room, but those condoms said otherwise.

It was almost as if he could hear my thoughts. He shook his head emphatically as he watched me. “No one’s ever been in any of my beds before, ever, until now. Until you,” he assured me.

I smiled like an idiot and then let out a giggle when I realized he was having trouble getting the box open. There was plastic wrap around the unopened box and he was near frantic because it wouldn’t come off. He finally gave up trying to do it correctly and twisted and ripped the damn thing to shreds, condoms flying everywhere as he did so. He grinned as he dropped what was left of the box and grabbed a condom from where it had fallen—right next to me on the bed. He pushed the rest of the condoms that had landed in the area onto the floor without giving them a second glance.

After ripping the wrapper open, he rolled the condom on and then climbed onto the bed between my legs. I let out a little moan as I spread my legs wider and he rested his cock right against my cleft. Balancing on one arm, he leaned forward and took one of the pillows under my head away. Once he was satisfied that I was positioned appropriately, he came in close and traced his tongue across the seam of my lips. I parted them with a rush of breath and touched my tongue to his.

He kissed me until I found myself lifting my hips and rubbing up against him, desperate to feel him inside me. Pulling away from my mouth, he held himself over me.

“You want me inside you?”

When I nodded almost frantically, he grinned.

“Guide me in,” he instructed huskily.

His eyes held me captive as I reached between us and fisted his shaft, rubbing the head of him against my clit. His jaw clenched and he made a tortured sound.

“Don’t tease,” he whimpered.

If I hadn’t been desperate to get him inside, I’d have held out for at least a few more seconds. Instead, I guided him down until he was just where he needed to be. I’m not sure if I expected him to just thrust in or what, but I know I didn’t expect him to go as slowly as he did.

“Look at me,” he ground out as he sank in.

When I looked up, our gazes locked as he continued moving forward. As ever, I was entranced by those beautiful eyes.