Chapter 1
I wasn't ready. I lied to myself for eight months straight, trying to convince my mind, my soul and heart that I was ready. And now, the night before, I am finally assuming I am not ready.
And honestly, I don't know what to do, who to call, what to think.
I think about calling Trina, she would put my mind at ease and talk some sense into me, but that's not what I want nor need right now.
What I need is Tyler. I need him inside me, one last time before my big day. But it's imposssible, it's not something I can get for the last time, because he's walking down the aisle next to my soon to be husband, as his best man.
I've never cheated on Hudson, I've been faithful to him ever since we got together two years ago, we met three months after Tyler and I broke up, and he was a keeper. Sweet, charming, loving, but he doesn't know how to fulfill my inner needs as Tyler knew how.
Tyler could read my body, every single movement, every sigh, he knew how to turn my most private and crazy dreams into reality.
Sex with Hudson is not bad, but is not earth shattering as the sex Tyler and I used to have.
We've been dating for about a month when Hudson decided to introduce me to his friends, and that's when I discovered Tyler was his best friend. Tyler and I, our relationship, it was more like a fling, never met the parents, never met the friends, so imagine my reaction when I saw him again, as sexy as ever, hugging my boyfriend like they're brothers.
I look at Hudson, sleeping peacefully next to me and I get up before I think and regret what I'm about to do.
It's just a goodbye. Just a conversation, for old times sake.
I cover myself up with the robe the hotel supplies, walk out of the room and cross tkhe hallway into Tyler's room.
I take a deep breath and before having a second thought I knock on his door.
"What are you doing here?" he asks when he opens the door. He's only wearing boxers, and just looking at him makes my mouth go dry. You can see how hung he is just looking at the outline of his boxers.
"I don't know if I can do this" I say in almost a whisper.
"What are you talking about"
"Can we talk?" I ask, inviting myself in.
"Sure" he closes the door behind me.
We sit in the sofa. "I don't know if I can do this" I say again, louder this time.
"You can't do what"
"I can't get married tomorrow" I whisper and start to tear up.
"What do you mean, you and Hudson have been planning this wedding for months"
"I know, I know, and I thought I could do it, but I can't stop thinking about all the amazing sex that we used to have, and then I realized that I can't live the rest of my life having lame, boring, missionary sex." I start crying, ugly crying "I love him, I do, but I don't think that's enough"
"I don't think I can do anything about it. You have to figure this out by yourself, is a decision that's gonna affect the rest of your life."
"I know that, I just wanted to say goodbye. This was a mistake." I stand up, ready to leave now.
"Wait" he grabs my hand "I'm sorry I was so harsh, let's talk about it"
"I don't want to talk about it anymore" I say.
I look at his lips, and my eyes linger there for a few seconds. Without thinking straight, I kiss him, slowly, delicatelly.
Our lips brush for a few seconds and then the kiss gets agressive, he grabs a fist of my hair and pulls back, our mouths open separated for just a second, before getting back into the kiss with even more intensity. I feel the pleasure of our kiss all over my body, I feel buterflies, the anticipation of all that could happen makes me feel more aroused than I've ever been in my whole relationship with Hudson.
"Tyler please" I moan when he pulls my hair again.
"What do you want?" he grunts as I start rubbing his hardness with my left hand.
"I want you to fuck my brains out, like you used to, I want you to drive me insane, and give me enough pleasure to be satisfied for the rest of my life" I press my hand a little harder and he lets out a gasp.
"Are you sure yo can get enough?" his mouth travels down my neck.
"Don't leave any marks" I say, because I know he likes to suck on my neck.
He laughs against my skin and keeps going down into my cleavage. The knot on my robe gets undone quickly showing my lingerie that was supposed to seduce my soon-to-be-husband before he fell dead asleep.
He pulls down my arm the lacey strap of my red bralette with his teeth, grazing my skin in the process. I feel goosebumps all over my skin.
"Please, just fuck me already" I plead.
"I'm gona take my sweet time, C"
Tyler kneads on my nipples, making them hard as pebbles. I undo his belt and pants eager to release his dick.
I grab it at the base and start working my way up teasing him with my tongue, licking his tip, I know the built tension from not knowing what I’m going to do kills him and I want to torture him a little bit, that’s how we are when we are together.
I start licking down to the base of his shaft always massaging him with my hands. After a few seconds of him growling I lower my mouth onto his tip and start sucking I stroke him slowly setting a synchronized rhythm between my mouth and my hands my hand go up, my mind goes down while I roll my tongue around his tip.
He starts moaning louder, grabs my hair and pulls me down on his dick. But I have a very good gag reflex so I take it, he knows I love when I choke on his dick. I work my magic for a few minutes and I feel him being ready. We’re always so connected with each other when we fuck, we always know what’s the other wants or needs.
“I’m about to cum, stop” he commands.
With a smile in my mouth I let him free sucking until the end of his manhood, a pop noise is heard in the silence of the room when I release him from my mouth.
“I love it when you do that to me” he grabs my cheeks between his hand, pressing hard and he pulls me up to kiss me. He sits on the sofa and I turn my back to him, sitting on his lap getting dangerously close to his hard on.
When I feel him behind me I start moving my hips in circles rubbing his erection in the process.
“Sit on my dick babygirl, I know you love to jump on my dick” Tyler bites my earlobe pulling it down with his teeth.
I rise up a little bit, just enough to position him on mu entrance, I grab the base and lower myself slowly until he’s expanding my wall all the way up.
I moan loudly. He grabs my hips and helps me bounce, up and down, up and down, up and down.
His hand reaches for my clit and my back arches, my toes curling up at the feeling of his fingers on my sweet spot. He starts rubbing, using that rhythm he knows I love he moves two finger in circular motions and the up stretching my sensitive skin. I keep fucking him while he does his magic and our moans echo in the room.
We stops moving his hips and I stand up, he drags me to the side of the sofa and bends me over it’s arm, my ass up in the air, my back arched and my hair cascading down my shoulders for a second until he grabs it with his left hands and tugs. I love the feeling of my hair being pulled I feel goosebumps all over.
I feel his member teasing me as he novia it around my moisturized slit until he finally penetrates me in just one movement.
“Fuck Ty, do it again, fuck me hard I want to feel you when I walk down the aisle tomorrow”
He grunts and spanks me hard with the hand that was
