Misty shook that thought away and shrugged out of her uniform shirt, the pieces of her T-shirt, and struggled with the clasp of her bra. Ty was kissing her breasts, his mouth hot, sending twitches of pleasure down to her clit. “Oh,” Misty heard herself saying, “oh—more—”
Blindly, he ran his hands down her stomach until he found the button of her pants. He jerked it open, slid down the zipper, and came up to kiss her mouth as one of his hands slipped inside her panties.
Misty moaned, the noise totally uncontrollable, as his big hand found her soaking wet clit. He rubbed hard with his fingers, catching the shapeless mass of pleasure that had been gathering heavy inside her abdomen and bringing it to a single sharp point, centered on his fingers. Misty’s noises grew in pitch.
Then his hand slid down even further, his palm finding the spot where his fingers had been, massaging in circles, as one finger slipped inside her where she ached so much, filling that need and making her clutch hard at him as her legs gave way.
His other arm caught her, hard as iron, keeping her up, bracing her against the wall as he moved his hand, his finger stroking inside her, his palm moving roughly against her clit, as the pleasure grew sharper and better and better and—
“Oh.” The sound felt like it was torn out of her as she came, pleasure wrenching through her body as she convulsed in Ty’s arms, shuddering in orgasm.
“Mmm,” he said, sounding immensely satisfied. “Wow. That was good.”
Misty caught her breath, feeling like a puddle of jelly, and stared up at him. “But you didn’t—” She checked, first with her eyes, and then with her hands. “You didn’t.”
Ty groaned as she touched him, outlining the shape of his erection with one hand. “No,” he said, sounding strained. “But I wasn’t going for that. I wanted to see you come. And it was gorgeous.”
Misty flushed. I wanted to see you come. She’d never been much for dirty talk, but that wasn’t dirty so much as it was honest.
And if she was honest, she thought she wouldn’t mind hearing Ty talk dirty. In fact, the idea was making her very aware that his hand was still in her panties, his finger still inside her.
Watching her face, he stroked his finger in and out again. Misty closed her eyes in pleasure.
“You think you can go again?” His voice was low, aroused.
Misty nodded. Then she really looked around. “Maybe in the bedroom this time?”
Ty started to laugh. “I meant to get us there.”
The motion of his laughter was jiggling his arm, and the effect on his hand made Misty shudder. “Come on,” she said breathlessly, “we’d better move now.”
He laughed harder, but pulled his hand out of her pants—Misty tried not to make a protesting noise—and led the way to a door about three feet away.
Misty shook her head. “We could’ve made it.”
“I couldn’t have waited one more blessed second,” Ty said, and held the door open for her. With his dry hand.
Inside was a pleasant room that Misty was able to take in for about four seconds before Ty caught her around the waist, kicking the door shut behind him, and bore them both down to the bed. Misty almost protested, but then got distracted by kissing him again.
“Clothes,” he said into her mouth.
Misty nodded, but couldn’t quite bring herself to take her hands off of his body for long enough to undress. Ty seemed to feel the same, and this problem occupied them for a few minutes until Misty had the brilliant idea to start taking Ty’s clothes off. His jacket had fallen off somewhere in their adventures on the staircase, so she just had to pull his shirt over his head, tugging impatiently when he wouldn’t lift his arms.
“Come on,” she said, “it’s not fair. I haven’t seen you with your shirt off yet.”
That persuaded him to pull back so she could strip it off, and then she was transfixed by the sight of all of his rippling muscles, thrown into stark shadow by the moonlight coming through the window.
But she couldn’t appreciate for long, because he was getting his fingers under her waistband, pulling her pants down her hips, and she had to do the same for him. And then finally, finally, they were both naked.
Ty rolled them over until he was between her legs again, only this time, there was nothing between him and the slippery wetness between her thighs. Misty tilted her hips up, thighs spread wide, feeling wild and wanting in a way she’d never, ever known before.
He reached down, sliding his fingers through her folds until he found her opening, circling a finger around it. “You’re ready?”
“Come on,” Misty ground out, and he laughed.
“Message received,” he said, and guided himself to her entrance, then pushed in with one long, tight thrust.
Misty’s head fell back as she felt him settle inside her to the hilt, pressing up against all the aching, empty places that had been screaming for his cock. It was a relief as much as a pleasure, having him inside her, like she was finally complete.