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chickensarentcheap · 5 months

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A smutty flashback! So obviously, NSFW

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WARNINGS: edging, orgasm denial, just pure smut with a bit of love lol

“The water is getting cold,” she complains, and once more attempts to move away; laughing when he wraps one of his legs around her waist, effectively holding her place. . “We’ve been in here forever. Why don’t we just get out and go in the bedroom and…?”

“We’re not going anywhere. We’re staying right here. I’ll warm you up. You trust me?”

“Normally I’d say ‘yes. With my life’. But right now I’m not so sure. Why? What are you up to? What’s going on in that brain of yours?”

“Stuff. Dirty stuff. So I’ll ask again. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. I always have. I don’t trust anyone the way I trust you.”

“Lean back.” Placing his palm in the middle of her chest, he applies enough pressure to encourage her to lay back against him, then places a foot between her legs and forces them open. HIs hand slides up to her neck; fingers and thumb pressing into the sides of her throat as his mouth hovers next to her ear. “All you need to do is relax. Just close your eyes and breathe and relax. That’s it.”

“Tyler, what…?”

“That’s it,” he repeats, and tightly grips the sides of chin and turns her face towards him. The soft, tender kisses that he places on the corner of mouth and along her jaw and up onto her ear a striking contrast to the pressure placed upon her neck. And he waits until she closes her eyes and issues a long, almost nervous sigh and closes her eyes before releasing his hold on her chin; lips against her ear as his hand slides down and comes to rest on her stomach.

His other hand begins its slow exploration; fingertips ghosting over the smooth line of her throat, over the middle of chest and through the valley between her breasts. The descent slow and agonizing. Her nails digging into his thighs and her breath hitching when a fingertip traces circle around her navel before continuing its journey; feeling her body shudder and the increase in her heart rate when he arrives at her left hip. Pausing briefly before drawing a line over to the other side; a mixture of warm lips and sharp teeth and moist tongue lightly teasing her ear and the side of her neck. And she shudders against him when his fingers trail across her pubic bone; grazing over the neatly trimmed mound before moving to the inside of her thigh. His touch more aggressive against the soft flesh; pressing and massaging and pinching as the tip of his tongue slides over the side of her neck and along one shoulder.

“Tyler..”

His hand stops; hovering over her pussy, fingertips making light contact against the short, silky hair. “Shhhh…” he nips at the side of her neck. “....I don’t want you saying anything. Not unless I speak to you or I ask you something. Got it?”

“But…”

He moves his hand away from her pussy and bites down on her shoulder. “Got it?”

She nods.

“Just stay quiet and relax,” he encourages, fingertips brushing along the juncture between hip and thigh. “Just listen to my voice. Just trust me. Can you do that? Trust me?”

“I can,” her voice is barely above a whisper; trembling with a mixture of anticipation and desire. “I trust you.”

“Good girl.” Pressing a kiss to her temple, the arm resting along her collarbone pulls her tightly into him. Firmly holding in her place as his hand moves between her legs once again, palm briefly cupping her pussy before running his fingertips slowly along the slit before two delve between the swollen, moist lips. A whimper of both need and desperation escaping her when he rubs at her sensitive clit; slow and methodical circles that have her hips involuntarily bucking into his hand. “Don’t move,” he instructs. “Let me do everything. Just breathe, baby. Just breathe.”

Another sigh; her entire body trembling against him and every muscle in her body drawing tight.

The movements of his fingers become more aggressive and insistent; rubbing and pressing and lightly pinching. And she cries out when three slip inside of her; pushing as far they possibly can, his palm flat against her mound. Yet those long, thick digits remain motionless inside of her; doing little more than stretching and teasing her as his deep, smooth voice reminds her not to move. To stay still. Very, very still. Fingers curving ever so slightly; tips brushing against her g-spot as his kisses, licks, and sucks along her shoulder and the side of her neck. Pulling her ear lobe between her teeth as the hand resting on her collarbone moves lower; squeezing her breast before two fingers ghost over her nipple and then pinch and pull at it.

It’s enough to send her careening over the edge, and when he senses the impending orgasm he stops; hand moving back up to her collarbone and his fingers slipping out of her completely.

Esme’s eyes snap open. Cheeks flushed and sweat beading across her forehead and along her hairline as she glances back at him. “What the fuck was that? Why did you stop? I was like right there!”

“I know. I just wasn’t ready to let you cum. Way too soon.”

“Are you serious right now? THIS is the game we’re going to play?”

“Yup.” The hand that rests along her stomach moves to the top of her head. Fingers pushing through her hair and then tightly gripping it; yanking her head back and then pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You said you trusted me, right?”

“I do trust you. But…”

“Not like we haven’t done this kind of thing before. Not the first time, right? Definitely won’t be the last.”

“Just because we’ve done it before doesn’t mean I enjoy it.”

“So you don’t like it? The game? THIS kind of lead up? This isn't your thing? You’d rather just sit on my face? Or my cock?”

“I didn’t say I don’t like it. I just…” she sighs in exasperation. “...do you know how hard it is? How disappointing? Getting THAT close and then nothing? Do you realize how difficult that is?”

“Actually, yeah. You’ve done it to me. And I’ve complained about the same thing. You either enjoy or you don’t. Want me to stop?”

“I didn’t say THAT.”

“Then shut up,” he orders, pecking her lips and releasing the hold on her hair. “Just be quiet, close your eyes, and relax.”

“Easy for you to say,” she grumbles, and then once more leans back against his chest.

Her palms rest on his thighs as his arm returns to her stomach, firmly pressing into her and holding her in place. Several minutes pass by; his lips continually brushing against the line of her jaw, outer edge of her ear, temple, and the side of her neck. Patiently waiting until her breath slows and evens out.

He nuzzles the tip of his nose against her ear. “Ready?”

She nods.

“Hmm? I asked you a question. I want an answer. With words. You ready?”

“I’m ready.”

“Good girl.” His hand returns to her thighs; firmly gripping and massaging the soft flesh of each before once more slipping between her legs.

A fingertip pushing through her folds and then grazing against her clit; softly petting and tapping it as his teeth lightly nibble at her ear and the side of her throat. Her breath hitches; hands tightly gripping his thighs as her entire body shudders and then draws tight. The noises come now; strangled groans and jagged sighs and pathetic whimpers. The forearm against her stomach holds her firmly in place, preventing her from rubbing or shifting or grinding against him. And she cries out when three fingers once more push inside of her; her eager and desperate pussy taking them to the hilt.

“Fuck baby…” His mouth hovers by her ear; voice thick and ragged with his own want and need. And he presses his groin against her, letting her feel his erection. “...you are so beautiful...so fucking hot. See what you do to me? How fucking hard you make me?”

“Please….” she begs, as his fingers begin to move inside of her; slow, deep strokes that have her toes curling. “...please don’t stop...please…”

��It’s not time yet. It’s way too soon. I can’t let you cum. I just can’t.”

“Why? Why are you doing this? Why…?”

“Because I can. Because I’m in charge. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Don’t…” she pleads. “...please don’t….don’t stop...please…”

“Look how well you behave for me.” His fingers move in earnest; fucking her brutally hard and fast. “How well you listen. You’re such a good girl, Me. You’re always so good to me. With me. FOR me. Look how your body reacts. Do you know how fucking hot that it is? That I have this kind of power? That I can get your body to do these things? You’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful. And I love you. So fucking much.”

“Don’t!” she cries out, and attempts to clamp her thighs shut when she feels his fingers begin to slip from inside of her. Only to have one of his legs hook around one of hers; forcibly keeping her thighs open. “Stop…” the whimper is high pitched. Needy and desperate. Pathetic. “...why are you doing this?”

“Because I can.” His voice never changes tone or volume; low and smooth and soft. “Because you let me. If you really didn’t want this, you’d tell me to stop. And I’d listen. You know that, right?” The hand between her legs forms a fist; knuckles repeatedly brushing against her clit. “You know I’d stop. If you told me to. Is that what you want? You want me to stop?”

“No.” She sounds near tears . “I don’t want you to stop. At all. I just…”

“You just need to cum, yeah? That’s all you want?”

“Yeah…”

“I’m not trying to be mean. I’d never be that way with you. Ever. I love you. Sometimes I think way too much for my own damn good. But I can’t do that. I’m sorry. I can’t let that happen. Not yet.”

When his hand slips from between her legs entirely, she whimpers in both frustration and disappointment. Then slams both fists down on his thighs.

“Ow...fuck…” Tyler chuckles against her ear. “...that hurt.”

“You’re evil! You’re the worst!”

“Worst ever,” he concedes, and combs his fingers through her hair: gently pulling her head back and pressing a line of kisses down the bridge of her nose. “That’s not a good girl, Me. Good girls don’t do things like that.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“I know. You’re just frustrated. I get it.”

“Why are you doing this? Why…?”

“Because I love you. Because I want to make you feel good. Aren’t I doing that? Making you feel good?”

“Of course you are. But…”

“But it’s not fair, yeah? That I keep teasing you like that? That I won’t let you cum? You don’t think that’s fair, do you?”

She shakes her head.

“I’m sorry. That’s pretty cruel of me, huh? Edging you like that? TWICE?”

She nods.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be cruel to you. I’d never be that way. Ever. Have I ever been like that? Cruel to you? Intentionally? Outside of sex?”

“Never. You never would be.”

“That’s right. I never would. That’s not who I am. But this? This way? You like when I get this. No. You LOVE when I get like this. When I boss you around and use you and treat you like this. You love it, don’t you.”

Another nod.

“Words, Esme. Use words. I need to hear you say it. I won’t keep going if you don’t. I need to know that you’re okay with this. With me being this way. I need to know you’re alright with it. Or I’ll stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop. I’m okay with it. I enjoy it. When you’re like this.”

“That’s a good girl.” He graces the corner of her mouth with a series of pecks. “Thank you. For trusting me like that. This will be the last time, I promise. Just relax. That’s all I want. I just want you to close your eyes and breathe. Think about how good it’s going to be. When I DO let you cum.”

Sighing heavily, she settles against him once more. Eyes closed as she takes in ragged, deep breaths and releases them slowly; fingernails lightly drifting along his thighs. Both of his hands move to her breasts. Gently cradling them in his palms; thumbs brushing over the taut, tight nipples. His ministrations soft and slow at first; lightly fondling and caressing and massaging. Mouth moving to her shoulder; teeth grazing and tongue gliding over smooth skin before his lips violently and mark her as his. His hands become more aggressive; squeezing at her breasts and pulling and twisting at her nipples. Dropping one hand when he feels she’s getting too close to the edge; running his fingertips over her ribs and down onto her hip. Pausing briefly to press into the flesh before travelling downwards; teasing the inside of her thigh before once connecting with her pussy once more.

“I want you to listen to me. I want you to do whatever I say. Understand?”

“I understand.”

“This is the last time, I promise. I’ll let you come. If you listen to me. You HAVE to listen to me.”

“I will,” she promises. “I’ll listen to you.”

“That’s a good girl. Always so good for me. Always so fucking good.”

His palm briefly cups her mound, thumb flicking against her clit as his teeth gently bite a path over the outer edge of her ear. And when three fingers slam home inside of her, she cries out and her entire body arches against him

“Ride my fingers,” he orders. “I want you to ride them. Like you’d ride my cock. Don’t stop unless I tell you.”

Nodding, she obeys; reaching back to grip at his hair with one hand as she rapidly and aggressively bounces on the fingers buried deep inside of her. Her other hand moving between her legs; nails digging into his forearm as her hips repeatedly grind against the thumb rubbing frantically at her clit. Her completion rapidly approaching; eyes squeezed tightly shut as an incoherent mix of moans, cries, profanities and his name continuously pour from her lips. Followed by repeated chants of ‘oh god...oh god..’ as she yanks and pulls at his hair with one hand while the nails on the other dig into his flesh. When he feels the initial flutters of those internal muscles, he removes his fingers from inside of her and slides his hand back; two fingers pushing their way through the tight, puckered hole.

His free hand clamps down on her mouth; stifling the scream that erupts. Nose pressed against her temple and a victorious grin spreading across his face when he feels the warmth of the fluid that gushes from between her legs. It doesn’t happen often; her body tortured to its limits and so out of control that he manages to get that reaction from her. But when it does occur, it’s fucking incredible.

When the orgasm finally releases her from its powerful grip, she’s outwardly sobbing; hair wild and messy and falling into her face. And he pushes back those dark tresses; moving them out of her eyes and away from her cheeks.

“You’re okay…” his voice remains calm. Loving. Attentive. “...you’re alright, Me. Everything’s fine.”

“Oh God…” she drops her chin into her chest as she continues to sob; a mixture of profound relief and embarrassment. “...oh God…”

“You’re okay,” he repeats, his hands finding her hips and gently turning her to face him. Palms cradling her cheeks; thumbs tenderly brushing away the tears. “Everything’s fine, babe. You’re fine. Don’t be like that. Not with me. Never with me.”

“Holy shit…” she uses the back of her hand to swipe at the tears. “...that was...oh my god….that was...wow.”

“Pretty good, huh?”

“Yup…” she manages. “...just a bit.”

“You’re alright now. It’s okay.” He presses a series of kisses across her forehead and down the bridge of her nose. “Look at you…” he pecks her lips. “...look how beautiful you are. After you lose control like that. So fucking beautiful.”

“I love you,” she sobs. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Come here…” He gathers her into his arms, helping her maneuver her still trembling body in the confines of the tub. Until she’s sideways in his lap, both arms wrapped tightly around his neck and head resting on his shoulder.

Neither speak. Her tears and whimpers subside; her eyes closed as she enjoys the sensation of his knuckles continuously grazing up and down her spine. And when the aftershocks finally subside and are replaced by shuddering caused by the now lukewarm water and the slight chill in the air, Tyler presses a kiss to her brow.

“Let’s get you out of here,” he suggests. “Get you warmed up. Something to drink. A tea?”

Esme nods. “And a snack?”

“I’ll make you a snack. What do you feel like?”

She shrugs. “Surprise me.”

“You were so good, Me. The way you handled that. Thank you. For trusting me like you do.”

“I’ve always trusted you. There’s never been a time I haven’t. I’ve never had a reason not to.”

Smiling, he kisses her softly, then pats her hips. “Come on. Let’s get going. I’ll take care of you.”

“You might have to carry me. I don’t think I can feel my feet yet.”

Chuckling, he places a kiss on the bridge of her nose. “I got you, Esme,” he promises. “I’ve always got you.”

#Tyler and Esme series #Never Gonna Be Alone

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