4. Tyler

CHAPTER 4

Tyler

T he way Natalie's pussy feels sucking my cock in and out has me ready to forgive and forget. Although, there's a part of me that can't stop looking over my shoulder as I make my way to my car. My heart thumps against my chest. I want to go back for another round. I didn't expect her to feel that good or responsive.

Yet, I know to let it go. I have to get the hell out of town. Natalie Logan isn't the forgive-and-forget type. She makes sure that whoever she fires never works anywhere or with anyone she has connections to.

Once I'm home, my meager studio apartment suddenly seems sparse enough that I can throw a bag together, hop in my car, and head west. California's the perfect place to start over. However, there's something nagging me. I don't want to run even though it sounds like the best decision.

I resolve to sleep on it and if something tells me to leave, I'll get out of here first thing. I don't know if I'll even head for Los Angeles. I can go to Atlanta, or rent a room in New York while I figure things out. The world is open for whatever I want to do.

I might as well get a game plan together, turning on the tablet. I hate that Natalie interrupted me. I could have so much more to go on. I'm hoping that I can salvage enough intel off the tablet to get a few meetings lined up.

The device powers on and immediately the lock screen demands a password. I put in my password only to see the screen reject it. The rectangular space shakes and asks me to re-enter the password. I try it again and then I try Anderson's. None of our passwords work.

I text Anderson just to see what's going on. The reply I get back is enough to make me want to smash the device against the wall.

Anderson: Sorry bro. Nat changed all our shit. I don't get mine til 2mrw

Fuck.

She's moving fast and I can't blame her. I'm over it. At least I got to feel the soft walls of her pussy clenching around my dick. That alone makes me feel better about today. No job. No leads. No contact information. I'm not even sure if I want to be a talent manager.

The rules aren't going to change whether I'm the assistant or the owner. I don't want to be any celebrity's lapdog. Anyone with the least bit of success is going to have demands I'll have to meet if I want my percentage as an agent. After today, it doesn't seem worth it.

If I pack up and leave this place behind, I don't have the slightest clue as to what my next move should be. I let the TV keep me company as I get a beer from the fridge before plopping down onto the couch.

Three beers later and I can barely keep my eyes open. Flashes of Natalie's body swarm my brain. The image of her arching her back into me, taking my dick like it's the best dose of medicine she ever needed, is constant. I find myself getting hard again, ready to rub one out to our time together.

The doorbell ringing forces me to sit up, alert and cursing that I won't get to resolve my looming erection right away. It's barely midnight.

"Who is it?" I call as I approach the door.

Silence.

I look through the peephole to see no one outside. Maybe I imagined it. My gaze shifts to the TV that's still playing. A commercial, maybe?

But, as soon as I turn around to walk back to the couch, the doorbell rings again. Anger surges through me, and I growl and yank the door open. A sound at the end of the hall forces me to turn to my left, but before I can look to the right, I feel it. The sharp pain of electric volts hanging onto the pleasure of my dying erection shakes my body to the ground.

My heart pounds at a hundred miles a minute before my eyes close just as a shadowy figure stands over me.

Fuck.

It feels like I'm floating.

"Hey, put me down," I say to the person dragging my dead body weight back inside my apartment. "How do you… Why?"

"The short answer is tit for tat. You took something from me, Tyler. I'm going to take it back." The voice sounds so far away.

Delirium is setting in as I push myself to my feet but stumble before falling onto the couch.

"This is a dream." I nod to no one. "This has to be a dream because I feel dreamy."

"You're going to feel even better when I'm done, dreamy," the voice replies in a sultry tone.

I try looking around to see where it's coming from, who it is, and I see no one. It could be a commercial. When did I put on porn?

My eyes focus on the TV where a man and woman are fucking like their life depends on it.

"This is a good one. Look at how pink her pussy is." I point, or at least, I feel like I'm pointing. But glancing down at my arm it feels like dead weight. Fuck, everything feels heavy.

"You like pussy, don't you?" a woman says. I'm not sure if it's from the figment of my imagination waltzing around my apartment, or the woman taunting her lover on the screen.

"I love pussy. I've just had the best pussy of my life, believe it or not. I wish I tasted it." I sigh and find myself pouting.

"Aww, poor baby. Let me help you out of these." A flash of blonde hair moves in front of me, lowering themselves to slip my pants off.

"Thank you. Are you a sex fairy?" I ask her.

"No."

"What kind of magic did you do on me?"

"First, I tased you. Shocking, I know. Then, you were a bit out of it so I helped you inside. You said your mouth was dry, so I handed you a beer with a little extra kick to it. You're likely feeling the effects of a little gift Anderson brought me after leaving Chanel."

I gasp, exaggerating my surprise. "Naughty Natalie. You're no fairy. You're up to no good."

It's the last words I tell her as she wraps her hand around my cock. The way she strokes it up and down has my erection getting harder and harder. My head is spinning, pulsing along to the beat of my pulse. My heart feels like I'm running a marathon, and my body is sensitive to the touch.

Soon, Natalie's grip on my cock gets tighter. She's stroking it harder, faster, and I can't stop it.

"Get off me," I tell her. "You don't do this to me. I do this to?—"

I can't finish my thought as my entire body tenses with the pending climax.

"Oh no, you don't. I'm not through with you yet, Tyler." There's anger in her voice. I don't think I've ever been so turned on by a woman before, but the feeling of helplessness isn't warm and fuzzy.

She pinches something around the base of my cock. I can feel the tension building, but my release is fleeting. I can't come.

The warmth of her mouth covering the tip of my cock makes me moan. It also helps me shake off whatever she put in my beer. My hands can move, but it's like dragging boulders as I finally grip the back of her head.

Natalie's eyes widen once my hands are in her hair. "You should have listened to me, Natalie."

I grip her hair tight, pulling her face toward the base of my cock, forcing her to choke on it. Instead of gagging, she moans . I continue moving her head up and down over my erection. When I pull her off to look her in the eyes, she winks, spits on the tip, and goes back down for more.

I don't need to force her as she's enjoying herself. Still, this isn't right. This isn't the way things are supposed to be between us. Right?

Fuck, this is twisted how much we're enjoying this shit together. Hell, if I'm not coming any time soon, I might as well make it worth her time and effort.

I try pulling her face away from my cock, but she grunts her refusal. Natalie closes her eyes and starts a twisting motion in her mouth that brings a tear to my eye. I want to come down her throat so bad, but I can't. It's getting me to the point of rage. I need to let this load go.

I want to taste her. I want to fuck her. I'm claiming every orgasm of hers from now on. She's going to belong to me whether she wants it or not.