Addiction

7

I looked around his room. There were posters of half naked women on the walls and there were several bottles of vodka on his bureau. I picked one up. "What, do you bring girls up here and get them drunk?" I opened it up and took a sip.

"Just you apparently." He sat down on the edge of his bed.

"I'm not drunk." Maybe I was a little drunk. The way he was looking at me made me nervous. I took another sip and put the cap back on. "Oh my God, is this you?" I picked up a picture frame that was next to the bottles. It was a young boy with bright blue eyes and blonde hair next to an older woman that looked a lot like him. It must be his mother. "You were so cute."

Tyler stood up, took the frame out of my hands, and set it back down on the bureau. "What, you don't think I'm cute anymore?" He pretended to look hurt.

"No," I laughed. "You sir," I poked him in the middle of the chest, "are a stud."

Tyler's Adam's apple rose and then fell.

Does he want the same thing that I do?

"What did you want to talk about?" he said softly.

"So is this what you like?" I gestured to the posters on his walls.

"No. I like you. Actually, that reminds me. I have a present for you, Penny."

He turned away from me but I grabbed his arm. His biceps were so muscular. I swallowed hard. I wanted him. I wanted to forget about Professor Hunter and the pain. I wanted to be with someone who wanted me back.

"There's only one thing I want for my birthday that I haven't gotten yet," I said.

"And what is that?"

I untied his mask and let it fall to the ground. He was staring at me so intensely that it made my knees weak. Tyler was the birthday gift I wanted. And I couldn't wait to unwrap him. "You."

"I was hoping you'd say that." He grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me hard.

I put my hands in his hair and kissed him deeper. His hands fell from my face and found the zipper to my costume. There was no hesitation, just desire. He continued to kiss me as he pulled the straps on the dress off my shoulders. I pushed it the rest of the way off. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and pushed it off his arms, feeling his biceps as I removed the fabric. I pulled his belt from the loops of his pants. His sword clattered to the ground. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He took a step back from me. He was my Tyler again. Just in his boxers. He stood there examining me.

My heart was beating so fast. Why had he stopped touching me? "Tyler?"

"I'm sorry." He traced his fingers along my clavicle, down past my bra to my stomach. "It just suddenly feels a lot more like it's my birthday than yours." His fingers ran down the front of my thighs, overtop of the ivy encircling my legs, and then back up my inner thighs.

My body trembled in anticipation. Part of me had always wanted Tyler. Professor Hunter had successfully distracted me from that for awhile, but the want was still there. My thoughts quickly turned back to Tyler as he pushed my thong to the side and sunk his finger inside of me.

"Tyler," I moaned.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say my name like that." He pushed his finger even deeper inside of me as his lips met mine again. I gasped when his finger curved, hitting my G-spot.

"Tyler," I moaned again.

He slid his finger out of me and took a step back, pulling me to my knees. "I want your lips around my cock."

He pushed his boxers to the ground, letting his erection free. I didn't hesitate to oblige. I wanted this as much as he did. I wrapped my lips around his tip. I could already taste his salty pre c*m. I was getting wet with just the thought of his thick c**k inside of me. My lips slid down his shaft.

"Penny," he said breathlessly.

I tightened my lips and moved up and down his length. He groaned in response. I liked seeing him this way. I took his c**k as deep as I could and heard him groan again. I wanted him so badly. I wanted him deep inside of me. I pulled back and looked up into his eyes.

"Tyler."

He opened up a drawer in his bureau and pulled out a condom. I stood up, unhinged my bra, and slid my thong down my thighs. Tyler walked over to me. I had never seen him completely naked before. He was so sexy. His abs, his happy trail, the way he was looking at me. He had never seen me naked before either. The only thing I was wearing were my green high heels and the ivy that was wrapped around my arms and legs.

"You're even sexier than in my dreams," he said as he pulled on the condom.

"You've dreamt of this?"

"I always dream of you." He grabbed my breasts, my waist, my ass. He lightly pushed me onto his bed. The sheets smelled like him. Tyler spread my thighs and leaned down over top of me. His biceps were on either side of my face.

"I've dreamt of you too," I whispered. The image of him f*****g me against the chalkboard flittered into my head. The whole class watching us. Just the thought of it made me want him even more.

"This will be better than our dreams." He thrust his c**k inside of me.

"Tyler!" I gasped.

He gyrated his hips, hitting all my walls.

Oh my God. I grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips to mine. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to remember every second of this.

He began to move slowly in and out of me. I wanted more. I wanted every inch of him. I let my hands wander down the muscles in his back. I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper.

"f**k, Penny," he moaned.

He began to thrust faster and harder than before, stretching me, possessing me.

"Harder!" I groaned.

"You're not as innocent as you look." He grabbed my hands and held them down on either side of my face. His hips moved faster and faster. The feeling of him sliding in and out of me was taking me to the edge.