5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Megan

T he aftershocks of the best orgasm of my life still ripple through me as I launch myself at Tyler. I need to be filled. I've never been so empty in my life and I know he'll relieve the ache. His muscular arms wrap around me, lifting me off the ground with ease, and I wrap my legs around his waist, rolling my hips as I'm dying for another release. We stumble toward the bed, laughing and breathless, our earlier inhibitions forgotten for now.

"Let's get rid of these," Tyler grins, tugging at my clothes.

"Yes, let's."

Together, we strip each other, revealing our bodies in a playful, intimate dance. The room's filled with the sounds of laughter and the rustle of fabric as it hits the floor. When we're both naked, Tyler lifts me onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. For the first time, I'm not trying to cover myself. I lay before him, exposed, and the way he soaks me in has me getting wetter than ever. I've never been comfortable and I want it to last forever.

Tyler gets on top of me, and cups my large breasts and he rolls them in his hands. My hard nipples scrape against his rough palms and little bursts of signals zap to my pussy, igniting me further. "Since I first met you, I've always wondered what these would feel like."

Shocked to hear him say that, I lift my head from the bed. "What? No, you didn't."

"Oh, yes, I did. Then I screwed it up, and we've been at odds. But you were so goddamn beautiful, all the blood went to the wrong head and I made an idiot of myself."

Tyler ducks and sucks a nipple into his mouth while he twists and tweaks the other nipple.

I gasp at the sensations and the confession. It explains so much. He's always been charming in interviews and Ava adores him, but from the moment I met him, he constantly put his foot in his mouth.

Now, well, it's my tit in his mouth and I prefer it so much more.

"Honey, fuck, I can't hold off any more. I'm dying here."

I glance at his angry purple-red headed cock and he rubs it against my thigh and my mouth goes dry. I want it in my pussy and my mouth, but I'll have to play with him later because I need to feel full. I open my thighs wider and snake my hand around his cock and grasp him. He hisses in my ear, and I smile as I stroke him. The heat of his cock, the soft silkiness of his skin, and the hard rod. I need it in me.

Tyler pushes my hand away. "I need you to stop, or this'll end far too soon." He lines himself with me. "Ready?" he asks, his voice full of warmth and concern.

"More than ready," I assure him, my heart pounding with excitement.

Tyler flicks his cock against my clit and we both shutter, but then he stops, and I lift my gaze from where he's about to enter and stare at him.

"Fuck, I don't have a condom."

Shit. I almost let him have sex with me without one.

"I don't have one either." Damn it.

Tyler gets off me and rummages through all the drawers in the room and nothing. He comes up empty. Watching him frantically look around has me giggling as he dances around the room in desperation. I'm tempted to say screw it, when he lets out a loud, "Yes," and carries in a small stack of condoms.

"Thank you, first aid kits." He rolls one on and prowls up the bed toward me and all amusement leaves me as I open myself to him again. He kisses me hard and passionately as his tongue penetrates the same way his cock enters me. My world splits open as he teases and burns my pussy at the slight stretching to accept his girth. The sensations are remarkable. It's as if every nerve ending in my body is singing in unison, the pleasure coursing through me like a wildfire. Tyler moves slowly at first, each thrust gentle and deliberate as his mouth constantly kisses me everywhere it can reach. His cock fills me, stretching me in the most delicious way.

"God, Megan," Tyler groans, his blue eyes lock on mine. "You feel so incredible. So wet and tight. Fuck. You're made for me."

I whimper in response, unable to form words as Tyler takes complete control of my body. He leans over me, pressing kisses to my neck and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I can't make out what he says, but the feeling he invokes has me tremble. His movements become more insistent, driving me closer and closer to the edge once again.

"Tyler," I gasp, gripping his shoulders tightly. "I'm going to come again."

"Let go, honey," he urges, his voice husky and filled with need. "I've got you. Let me feel you, all of you. Come all over my cock."

And just like that, I'm tumbling over the edge again, my entire being consumed by ecstasy and I'm no longer of this world. Tyler thrusts hard and fast, prolonging my release a little bit more and then he follows, his release marking the culmination of our passionate joining, and I crave more as a sliver of disappointment hits me. I want to feel him release inside me. Without a condom.

It's a thought I've never had before.

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The next morning I wake up and my body aches pleasantly from the night's activities. The warmth in my chest surprises me, and I realize it's because Tyler wraps snuggly around me, still asleep. His breath tickles my neck, making me shiver. I lift my hands and roam them over his taut back and enjoy the smooth silkiness of his skin.

"Good morning," Tyler murmurs. His eyes flutter open. He nuzzles my neck, pressing a soft kiss there.

"Morning," I whisper, blushing at the memory of last night. Tyler kisses my cheeks and doesn't seem to accept my shyness, smiling at me instead.

"Come on," he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of bed. "Let's take a shower together."

Before I can protest, Tyler drags me into the bathroom, turning on the water and stepping under the spray. I follow him, delighting in the way our bodies fit together as we share this intimate moment as I stroke him off and he fingers me to completion. The steam envelops us, and for a moment, it feels like we're the only two people in the world.

"Ready to face the day?" Tyler asks, grinning as he shuts off the water and hands me a towel. I nod, realizing our interactions feel natural. We seamlessly slip into the roles of a couple, surprising even ourselves with our chemistry.

"Absolutely," I reply, trying my best to sound confident.

We get dressed and head downstairs to rejoin the festivities. The many events are in full swing, and we weave through the crowd, side by side. We partook in a three-legged race that we only won because Tyler ended up picking me up and carrying me to the finish line. I don't remember laughing so much in my life. Shortly after, we went to the dining hall for brunch.

"Hey, there's Mr. Anderson," I whisper to Tyler as we spot him across the room, engrossed in a discussion with another lawyer who is a junior partner.

"Let's go say hi," Tyler suggests, taking my hand and leading me toward my boss. I follow his lead as I clutch onto his hand.

"Mr. Anderson, how are you enjoying the weekend so far?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

"Ah, Mildred! It's been very fun and relaxing. But the best is getting to finally meet your boyfriend," he says with genuine enthusiasm.

"Always love to meet a fan," Tyler says.

Throughout the day, Tyler and I steal quiet moments together, whether it's sharing a private joke or stealing glances across the room. These moments are genuine and intimate, making my heart flutter each time.

"Did you see Mr. Anderson's face when they mentioned that obscure court ruling?" I giggle at Tyler during a break in the presentations.

"Priceless," he laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

As we spend more time together, I can't help the growing warmth towards Tyler. There's an electric charge between us, and I'm surprised at how much I long for more private moments with him. I sneak glances at him when I think he's not looking, only to catch him doing the same.

"Hey," Tyler whispers during one of our stolen moments, his lips brushing against my ear. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"Thank you," I reply. I drop my gaze and my cheeks flush with happiness, but I question if there's going to be more after this weekend is over.

As the day comes to a close, I find myself alone with Tyler on the same balcony as the night before, overlooking the resort, the starry sky providing a breathtaking backdrop. Our hands brush against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through me, and he moves around me and leans my back against his chest.

"Can I share something with you?" Tyler asks softly in my ear, his voice gentle and inviting. I nod, curious about what he wants to reveal.

"Growing up," he begins, "I always felt like an outsider in my family because of my love for reading. My parents and siblings were all into sports, and never understood how I found solace in classic literature."

"Really?" I can't help the surprise in my voice, but I'm also delighted. "I had no idea."

"Yep," he grins, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "I've always been drawn to stories about people who defy societal expectations and forge their own paths."

"Me too," I admit, thinking of how we both ended up in careers that we're passionate about, despite the pressures to conform. The connection between us deepens as we continue to uncover shared interests and experiences.

"With you, there's no longer this outsider feeling anymore."

Surprise has me shaking and hope builds within my heart.

"Have you ever traveled outside of North America?" Tyler asks, not letting me say anything about his confession.

"Only once," I reply. "I went to Europe last year for a few weeks. It was incredible. What about you?"

"Same," he says, excitement in his voice. "I've been fortunate enough to travel with hockey, but I've always wanted to explore more of the world. There are so many places I'd love to see."

"Maybe we could go together sometime," I suggest, feeling bold, daring, and curious. Our eyes lock, and the charge between us intensifies.

"I'd like that," he murmurs, his fingertips brushing against my jaw, sending shivers down my spine.

As our conversations delve deeper, I wrestle with the overwhelming emotions swirling within me. The line between our fake relationship and reality continues to blur, and despite my best efforts, I can no longer deny the growing affection getting stronger every moment I spend with Tyler.

"Tyler," I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest. "What if this isn't just pretend anymore?"

"Maybe it's not," he admits, his eyes full with sincerity. "And maybe that's okay."

I move out of his arms and circle around to look him in the eyes because this conversation is too important.

"Tyler? There are some people here who'd like to meet you," a co-worker interrupts us, gesturing toward a group of fans who have gathered nearby. Tyler's fame as a pro hockey player has drawn attention at the resort, and it seems word has spread that he's here.

Tyler stares into my eyes, and doesn't turn until I smile and nod, then he kisses me. "Of course," Tyler replies, turning his attention to the eager fans. As I watch him interact with them, I'm struck by how effortlessly he connects with people. His genuine kindness and warmth shine through as he takes time to talk to everyone individually, signing autographs and taking selfies with them.

"Wow, you know how to make people feel special," I say when he returns, my admiration for him growing even stronger.

"In my opinion, everyone should be treated with kindness," he says simply, his eyes meeting mine. "You never know what someone else might be going through. Plus, I have a career because of them. It'd suck to play in an empty arena."

I nod in agreement, touched by his words and thoughtfulness.

We retire to the room shortly after and spend the rest of the night getting to know each other more intimately. I don't think I've ever had a night where a man devoted so much attention to my pleasure before. It's the biggest aphrodisiac.

On the last day, we partake in all the events, and are constantly interrupted by colleagues and guests who want to interact with the famous hockey player. It's hard not to feel annoyed by the constant interruptions. I crave more private moments with Tyler, where we can continue discovering each other without distraction.

"Tyler, do you ever tire of the attention?" I ask during a rare moment alone together.

"Sometimes," he admits. "I try to remember it comes with the territory. I'm grateful for the opportunities hockey has given me, even if it means sacrificing some privacy."

"Still, it must be nice to escape from it all sometimes," I say, longing for more uninterrupted time with him.

"It does," he agrees, his hand brushing against mine, sending another jolt of electricity through me. "I think I've found the perfect person to escape with."

The undeniable connection between Tyler and me has made the lines between our fake relationship and reality blur. Despite my initial reluctance, I'm happy with how everything is turning out. If we keep going like this, then nobody has to know we started out in a fake relationship.