Can You Handle It (Naughty Bedroom Collection)

He slowly pushed me down onto it, and I cried out with every inch that I took.

“Ahhh. Fuck, Tyler.”

Covering my mouth with kisses, he muffled my moans with the possession of his lips.

When he was completely inside of me, he held me taut with one hand and unzipped my jacket with the other. Pushing the strap of my shirt down to reveal my tits, he sucked my left nipple into his mouth, gently biting it.

Blowing against my skin, still keeping me locked on top of his cock, he kept his voice low. “Do you like the way I fell inside of you?”

“Yes…” I barely managed.

“Do you regret not letting me fuck you sooner?”

He didn’t wait for me to give him a response.

He suddenly gripped my sides and moved me up and down his cock, using his hips to thrust deep inside of me.

“You feel so fucking good…” he whispered, and I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from screaming.

I loved the feel of his thick cock sliding in and out of my pussy. Loved the way he was filling me, stretching me, giving me all the things I’d always wanted.

Our eyes locked as faint music sounded through his speakers.

My pussy throbbed against him, and he slapped my ass.

I tried to hold back, to enjoy riding him a little longer, but tremors were building and …

I came apart, falling forward and screaming into his shoulder.

He tightened his grip on my hips and reached his release moments later.

For several minutes, the only sound in the car was our heaving panting and the wet kisses Tyler buried against my neck.

“Oh my god.” I caught my breath. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

“You should.” He rubbed my back a few times before slowly moving me off him and onto the passenger seat. “You should also plan on doing it again.”

“I don’t usually have sex unless I’m in a relationship.” I tried to reverse course and be diplomatic, even though I knew it was way too late. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to be in one of those again.”

He drew my bottom lip between his teeth and bit down on it. “We can be whatever you want us to be. Would you like to go back home to Portland with me tonight so we can talk about it?”

“No, but thank you.” I opened the door before I could fuck up all over again. “Thank you for the sexual relief, Chelsea’s younger brother.”

“Thank you for an amazing blowjob, ‘woman I’ll be contacting for round two soon.’”

“I won’t answer if you call.”

“What if I text?”

I slammed the door shut and rushed up the steps. I looked over my shoulder, watching Tyler watch me.

He turned on the lights inside his car and winked at me before shutting them off again.

I returned to Chelsea’s place and let out a long breath.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Chelsea was standing in the kitchen, spatula in hand. “Where the hell have you been?”

Shit.

“Your hair is all over the place and your cheeks are redder than a tomato.” She crossed her arms. “It looks like you’ve just had sex.”

“Because I did.” I cleared my throat, killing the “with Tyler” line before it could tumble out. “I didn’t mean for it to happen or for me to go out there. This guy who’s been pursuing me for a while showed up and called me when he was outside.”

“Random late-night car sex?” She gasped.

I nodded, and she squealed as if this was some type of life-altering event.

“Okay, wait. Who’s the guy again?”

“A guy from the resort. He just happened to be in town.”

“Well, was it good?” she asked.

“Best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Fuck yes!” She opened a cabinet. “Sit on a stool while I make pancakes and prepare to tell me everything.”

I did tell her everything,

Well, almost everything…

Sex and the City

Harlow

Three days later

I refreshed my inbox for the umpteenth time, wondering why Tyler had yet to text me for another round of sex.

He felt too good inside of me to be a onetime thing, consequences be damned.

“Um, Miss?” A customer tapped me on the shoulder mid-check. “When are you starting the next showing?”

“In a minute.” My heart skipped a beat once a new message finally appeared.

555-987-2312: [voice message] We have been trying to reach you about your car’s extended warranty …

Ugh! I tossed it into the drawer and realized the customer who wanted my attention was long gone.

“Um…” Ashley cleared her throat. “I know that you’re the boss and not me, but I need you to go home for the rest of the day.”

“What?”

“All you’ve done today is stare at your phone and grunt.” She smiled. “I’m assuming you’re waiting for someone to get back to you, but I also want to assume that you’re constipated.”

“I’m fine, Ashley. I don’t need to go anywhere.”