Too Hard To Choose

Chapter Thirty- Three- I have been craving you all day.

Violet

When we arrived home, it was seven at night. Alison went straight to see her new girl. I was in our bedroom, fixing out our bags. I didn’t mind doing it for Alison, especially after everything she had done for me.

I hear the bedroom door open, and soon, a pair of arms come around me from behind. I know who it is. I glance over my shoulder to see Tyson smiling at me.

“I knew it was you.” I snicker.

He chuckles and kisses over my shoulders, “You did, uh? How did you know?”

I turn to face him and slip my arms around his neck, “Because you haven’t let me alone all day, Mr Needy.” I tease and bop his nose.

“I have been craving you all day after our interruption this morning.” He pouts.

I smirk and place my hand on his chest, “You have, uh? What are you going to do about it?” I purr, running my hand down his chest and over the bulge in his joggers.

He hisses and crashes his lips to mine. The kiss says it all. It has an urgency to it. I moan and kiss back in the same way. It turns into a heated make-out session, Tyson devouring my lips. He parts from it, and I whine at the loss of contact.

“I need to close the door. I don’t want anyone to walk in and offer to join. I want you all to myself. While I do, I want you to strip naked for me, angel.”

I am fine with him wanting me all to himself. Though, at the mention of someone else joining it gives me the urge to want to do that again, with more than one of them. Oh God, when did I become so greedy? For now, Tyson is more than enough.

He pecks my lips, and I strip down to my underwear for him. Yes, he said naked, but I will keep my underwear on for now.

He strolls back over to me and raises his brow, “This doesn’t look like you naked?”

I place my hand on my hip, “I will do that once you get your clothes off.”

He nods, “Yes, ma’am.”

He removes his joggers and tee. I groan. He is too damn sexy for his own good. I lick my lips as my eyes dance over him. I notice the excitement already growing in his boxers.

I bite my lip and glance up at him, “Do you want me to fix that for you?”

“How do you plan on doing that?” he smirks.

I drop to my knees before him, “With my mouth. You are the only one for whom I haven’t done it.”

Tyson reaches down and strokes my hair, “He is all yours. I can’t wait to feel it for myself. I have been told how good you are with your pretty mouth.”

“You guys talk about me when I am not around?” I ask.

“Yes. We can’t help ourselves. We are all fascinated with you in our own ways. We always like to make sure we all know what you enjoy.” He smiles.

I blush. I had no idea they did such things. I am not sure what I feel about it. I should probably be flattered, right? They all want to make sure I am taken care of.

Tyson chuckles, “I love it when you blush.”

I swat his thigh playfully, “Hush.” I exclaim.

He opens his mouth to speak, but before he has a chance, I yank his boxers down, releasing his excitement. It springs to life. I moan and stroke him. I watch him as I do. He closes his eyes and groans deeply.

I circle my tongue on the tip and down the base. His fingers entangled in my hair as he curses. I smirk and take him into my mouth. I teasingly inch him in. His c**k pulses in my mouth.

“Violet, please, take me all the way in,” he begs, his breathing heavy.

I moan and take him deeper into my mouth until I can’t fit anymore. I hold his hips and work him in and out. His hold on my hair tightens.

“f**k, yes. You are taking it so well.” He pants.

I pick up my speed, using his hips to help guide him. I am soon deep-throating him. It is something I have become good at since I met the guys.

“Christ, angel. Yes, f**k, take it.” He grunts, his c**k tensing.

I moan and continue. His breathing becomes erratic. I look up at him. His eyes are firmly on me. His face is flushed, and his eyes dark. I keep eye contact with him. I want to watch him as he comes.

“I am close, baby. If you don’t want me to shoot my load down your throat, now is the time to back away.” He breathes out.

Of course, I don’t pull back. I hum against him and use my fingers to caress what isn’t in my mouth and over his balls. He cries out, and his head falls back. I slap his thigh, hoping he gets the hint to look at me. He groans and does because he focuses back on me.

“I am going to come hard, Violet,” he warns.

I whimper and nod. A second later, he grunts and curses, exploding into my mouth. I swallow eagerly, taking everything he is giving me without hesitation. It slides down my throat with ease, and I drink until he has emptied.

I could see his legs slightly shaking. I slide him out of my mouth, licking my lips and smile proudly. His eyes are closed, and his chest is heaving.

I stand, “How was it?” I ask.

His lips curl into a smile, and his eyes open, “Amazing! Damn, why have you been such a skill from me? It has been some time since I have exploded so hard when getting my c**k sucked.”

I wipe the corners of my mouth and lick my lips, “Mmm, I enjoyed it too. I am sure you say that to all the guys and girls.” I chuckle.

He shakes his head and brings me against his chest, “No, I don’t. I give praise when it is earned, and f**k, that was more than earned.” He groans and crashes his lips to mine.

I gasp, not expecting it. Tyson’s hands hook under my thighs, and he picks me up, carries me to bed and tosses me down. I bounce slightly and laugh. He crawls up the bed and towers over me.

He caresses my face for a moment, and his hand moves down. He places it around my throat. I gasp and swallow hard. His lips come down on mine again. I slip my legs around him, pulling his body tighter against mine. The skin-to-skin contact is enough to make heat radiate through me.

Tyson backs away from the kiss, trailing his lips up my jawline to my ear, where he rests them, “I can’t wait to bury my c**k deep in your sweet, tight p***y again, Violet.” He rasps, his free hand sneaking into my panties and rubbing my clit.

I arch from the bed, and my head backs, a deep throaty moan falling from my lips.

“What are you waiting for?” I breathe out.

He tears my panties off, tossing them aside, “I will f**k you when I am good and ready, angel.” He smirks.

I whine, “You are the one who said you needed me badly.”

“I meant it, but before I press my c**k into you, I plan on kissing and touching every inch of your beautiful body until you are squirming under me, begging for my cock.” He says slyly.

I moan and squeeze my thighs together. As much as I need him to f**k me, I can deal with his teasing too. He won’t have a problem waking every sense in my body up.