Wild Temptation (Wild #1)(40)
Author: Emma Hart

“He needs you.” Dangerous words. Very dangerous words.

I pull out my phone and text Tyler.

Wait.

I take the elevator down and find him in the parking lot, resting against his car. “You weren’t thinking of leaving without me, were you?”

He drags his eyes up to me, and I drop the corner of my shirt over my shoulder, revealing my light-pink bra strap. Heat flares in the depths of his eyes, a desperate heat, and I get into his car without saying another word.

I lie on his bed on my stomach while he is on the phone with his mom in New York. He’s been out there for a while, and I’m nosy, so I open the drawers of his bedside cabinet. Contradicting myself at every turn, I know.

As much as I don’t want to know Tyler any better, I have a crazy desire to find out every little thing. I’m trying to convince myself that it’s a natural thing when you like a guy, but I know it’s not. That desire is more of a growing obsession, and that’s step two of my addiction.

Find out everything.

I pull out his passport and flip it open to the page with his photo. Judging by the date, he recently renewed it and updated the picture. Damn. There goes a possible giggle-fest.

I set it back into the drawer and finding nothing of interest in the top one, so I move to the second one. Now this is a goldmine of sexual goodness. Condoms, a couple of different lubes, and…

A bullet?

“Anything good in there?”

I look up and produce the bullet box. “Um?”

He grins, pushing the drawer shut with his foot. “It’s brand new. See? Sealed.” He undoes it and pulls out the tiny, purple vibrator.

“Yes, I’m just wondering why you have one.”

“Presumably for the same reason you do. To make you come.”

“You don’t need the bullet, or was I not clear enough half an hour ago?”

“It’s not just for that.” He switches it on. The quiet buzz fills the room, and he runs the tip of it down my neck and toward my br**sts. “It’s for fun. Spice, remember?”

I wonder if he’s aware of how many times I’ve used my own bullet.

He turns it off and sets it on top of the nightstand. “Did you go in the third drawer?”

I shake my head. The grin that spreads across his face now makes me wonder what I missed. Fortunately, I find out quickly.

Handcuffs.

I can’t stop my tongue from wetting my lips. “Handcuffs.”

“Do you trust me?” he asks, his eyes boring into mine.

I look at the metal rings and meet his gaze again. Confidence boosts inside me, borne of knowing that the only place he can attach those is to his bed. “Yes.”

“Roll over and put your head on the pillows.”

I roll over and straighten on the bed. Tyler kneels next to me and clips one of the cuffs around one of my wrists. When I look up, he hooks the other around the back of one of the bars on his headboard. He clips the second one into place.

Going back to the drawer, he lifts up a key and sets it on the nightstand. “Any time, say stop and I will.”

Oh, I have no intention of saying stop.

His eyes crawl down my naked body. He removes his sweatpants, which he put on minus boxers. His c**k springs to life, already semi hard, and he grabs the bullet from the side.

“I dreamed of this,” he murmurs against my neck. “Having you cuffed to my bed, naked, ready for me to enjoy. And I plan to—I plan to explore you with my hands, my tongue, and my little friend here.” He turns the bullet on and runs it below the curve of my breast. “And I’m going to enjoy it very, very much.”

“I dreamed of it, too,” I admit, my breath catching as he circles my nipple with the bullet.

“See? Perfect for me.” He flicks his tongue in the hollow spot at my collarbone. I shiver, his mouth and the bullet a heady mixture.

I shiver, his mouth and the bullet a heady mixture. He trails the bullet around both of my ni**les, across the soft flesh of my br**sts, and down my stomach. He draws lazy circles across it, dipping it into my navel now and then. It slides down to my bikini line in a tease that makes me clench. The whole time Tyler tastes my ni**les, he’s seemingly oblivious to the part of my legs, the quiet begs from my mouth.

He lays the bullet, still vibrating, just above my bikini line and crawls down the bed. His hands circle my thighs and he parts my legs, hooking them over his shoulders.

He blows onto my aching pu**y, the heat from his breath hitting me hard. I tug at the handcuffs, wanting his mouth there now.

“Don’t,” he whispers, looking up at me. “You’ll be sore. If you want them off, tell me.”

I shake my head. I don’t. Not really.

He slowly runs his tongue along my wet folds. My skin buzzes where the tiny vibrator is against it, and I buck my hips to get rid of it. Tyler pins them back down, his tongue pushing down on my clit. He takes his tongue away, reaches it inside me, and holy f**k.

He holds the bullet lightly against my clit as he licks and sucks his way around my pu**y. Every inch of me is touched by his tongue except my clit. The bullet never moves, never wavers, and I can’t believe the tightness in my stomach. It feels like I’m going to—

Explode.

Tyler’s tongue stretches inside me as I come. I push my hips up, the pleasure too intense. I can’t move, can’t escape, and it only heightens the rush through my veins.

“That was my favorite yet,” he whispers. “Making you come.”

Keeping my legs hooked over his shoulders, he eases into me. This is how we f**ked the first time, during what we thought would be our one-night stand.

He pushes deep into me, rubbing against my tender flesh, and kisses my calf. His hands are wrapped around my thighs to hold my legs in place as he f**ks me. He reaches forward to palm my br**sts, groaning.

“I love your tits. They’re just perfect for…” He squeezes them both hard and pinches my ni**les.

I moan.

“Like that, babe? A bit rough?” He does it again, this time the pinch in time with his thrust inside, and I moan again.

The small sparks of pain from the pinches mingle with the heat coating my body. They’re painfully good, too good, and a third, softer pinch, has me arching my back into him. Mostly for what he was doing and partly so my hips tilt too.

Tyler swings my legs down and leans forward, one of his hands under my butt and holding it up. He nips his way up my neck until he reaches my ear and whispers, “You’re bad, Liv. You’re bad and I f**king love it.”