Too Hard To Choose

Chapter Thirteen-Let's show him what he is missing.

Violet

Tyson and I are in my bedroom, on my bed, making out like a pair of horny teenagers. I had done so well up until now around him. Yes, we shared a kiss at breakfast, but nothing more as we spent the day together. Until we came back here. I swear I have lost all control of my hormones. These damn men are going to be what ruins me, but hopefully, in the best way possible.

I reach for the bottom of his tee, pull it over his head, and toss it on the floor. I run my hands over his back, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. He parts from my lips and dips down to attach them to my neck. He trails soft kisses over the skin before sucking hard enough it will probably leave a hickey. My thighs, stomach and hips are already covered with hickeys, bite marks or bruises from Arlo last night. What is it with these men and marking me?

Tyson fists the bottom of my tee, “This should come off.” He insists as he tugs at it.

I nod and allow him to remove it. It soon joins his on the floor. He kisses between the valley of my breasts, reaching his hand under my body to find the clip of my bra. I sit up, only enough so he could take it off. Tyson kneels between my legs and dances his eyes over my half-naked body.

“Mmm, so beautiful.” He groans and massages my breasts, brushing his fingers over my hardened n*****s.

I moan loudly and arch up from the bed. I am turned on badly. Tyson removes his hands only to replace them with his mouth. He kisses over my breasts, circling his tongue on my left n****e and then the right. I cry out and entangle my fingers in his hair.

Tyson slides his hand down my stomach and into my shorts. He fingers the material of my lace panties, the roughness of the tips against my sensitive flesh. I moan and open my legs further for him.

“I can feel the heat from your p***y through your panties.” He growls.

“Yes, because I am turned on.” I breathe out.

He pulls his hand out, “Can I take them off? The shorts and the panties?”

I nod eagerly. He quickly removes them, leaving me naked underneath him. Tyson runs his hands up my legs and over my thighs. I shudder under his touch.

“So sexy.” He groans.

He skims his finger over my wet folds, and I rock my hips into his touch. God, I needed him so badly. I don’t know if I should be doing this, especially after I was with Arlo last night, but I can’t help it.

“Do you know what I really want?” he asks.

“What?”

“To bury my tongue in your sweet p***y. Would you like me to do that, sweetness?” he rasps and licks his lips.

I answer without hesitation, “Yes.”

It has been a long time since someone had gone down on me, and now here I am; it is happening for a second time in less than twenty-four hours. Tyson smirks and is about to move to between my thighs, but before he can, my cell starts to ring.

“Do you need to get that?” he asks.

“No, it can wait.” I insist.

It stops, and he tries again, but the stupid thing rings again. I groan in frustration at the disturbance.

Tyson chuckles, “You should answer it, or we won’t get peace.”

I reach for it and see my damn ex is calling me. What the hell does he want?

“Who is it? Because you don’t look happy?”

“My ex. Why is he even calling? What the f**k does he want.”

A devilish look takes over his face, “Answer it.”

“What? Why would I do that?” I ask, confused.

Tyson smirks, “Just answer it, but don’t say a word.”

“You mean you want me to take the call when you are down there?”

“Yes. Remind him what he is missing and show him you have moved on.”

Can I do this? I find myself nodding and answering the call. I don’t say a single word and set it back down. I can’t believe I am doing this.

“Good girl.” He whispers, and finally, his tongue comes down on my clit.

He flicks his tongue swiftly over it, and I instantly moan loudly. He runs his tongue down my folds and back up. Tyson groans against me, and the vibrations ricochets through my body.

Tyson stops and glances up at me, winking, “Damn, Violet, your p***y tastes good.” He says loudly.

We hear my ex yell through the call but don’t respond to him. I giggle at the reaction. Hmm, this is more fun than I thought. Suddenly, Tyson presses two fingers roughly into my p***y. I squeal, not expecting it, but grind my hips to move against his fingers. He slips them in deeper, curling them and hits one of my sweet spots.

“Oh God, yes, Tyson, right there.” I squeal.

His mouth covers my clit again. He circles and flicks his tongue. I can already feel my climax build. He thrusts his fingers quicker and laps his tongue over the rest of my p***y.

“Tyson, I am close. f**k, make me come.” I cry out.

My legs begin to shake, and I tighten around his fingers. My head falls back, and my body arches as my orgasm takes over. Tyson swiftly changes it up, and I spill over his tongue, and he drinks me up, not missing a drop. It is so intense. He rides me through, making sure to clean me up until my body stills. I lie there, hot, sweaty, and my p***y is pulsing. My breathing is heavy, and my heart is racing in my chest.

He kisses up my body and towers over me, “Damn, angel, you taste so good.” He grunts and licks his lips.

“Christ, that was amazing.” I pant.

My body feels weak. Tyson smirks and reaches for my cell. Surely, my ex has hung up by now. Tyson shows me, and it turns out he is still on the call, cursing down the cell. He put it on loudspeaker.

“Can we help you?” Tyson snaps.

“Who the f**k are you? Let me talk to Violet.” He snarls.

“Who am I? The guy who knows how to make Violet scream and shake in ways you never could. And no, you can’t talk to her. You will never talk to her again. You stay away because if you don’t, you won’t only have me to deal with; there will be three of us you have to deal with.” Tyson hisses.

“What the f**k do you mean three of you?”

“Violet is making up for lost time and all the bad s*x you gave her. But don’t worry, buddy, the three of us are taking good care of her. Enjoy your life of regret dickhead. Goodbye.”

Tyson hands up the call and tosses the cell aside.

“I can’t believe we just did that while he was on the phone.” I snicker.

“I had a lot of fun doing it. I don’t think he will be bothering you again, sweetness.” He chuckles and reaches down to kiss me softly.

“I hope not. Now, where were we?” I ask and palm him through his joggers.

He growls, “It depends how far you want this to go?”

“I want to f**k you.”

No, I needed to f**k him.

“I am yours to do as you please with, angel.” He replies.

I plan to take him up on his offer. I am young, free and single. Why not take advantage of these things while I can?