The cardboard box sat open between them on the couch, steam rising off the still-greasy slices. Emily tugged at the corner of her jeans as she folded one in half, cheese stretching before she took a bite. Tomorrow, she would finally be nineteen. Sitting there in an old t-shirt and denim that had seen better days, she felt really excited.
Beside her, Tyler lounged with one leg pulled up, his own shirt rumpled from the day. At twenty, he had a lazy confidence about him, the kind that made it feel like he’d already figured out how to claim his space in the world.
The only one not content was Max, their golden lab, who had stationed himself directly in front of the coffee table. His nose hovered inches from the box, tail thumping every time a slice moved in their hands. Emily laughed, nudging the dog with her foot.
“Not happening, buddy. Pepperoni’s not for you.”
Tyler smirked, chewing. “You spoil him too much. One look from those eyes and you’re ready to give him the whole pie.”
She shot him a playful glare, brushing a strand of hair back. Emily pulled another slice from the box and dangled it just out of Max’s reach. “See? He’s patient. Unlike you.”
Tyler raised an eyebrow. “Patient? He’s been staring at us like a creep for fifteen minutes. I’m basically a saint compared to him.”
She laughed, nearly dropping her slice. “A saint? Please. You polished off three pieces before I’d even opened my soda.”
“That’s called efficiency.” He leaned a little closer, voice dropping mock-seriously. “Survival instinct. You hesitate, you starve.”
Emily rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed with heat. “You’d wrestle a girl over pizza?”
“Depends on the girl.” His grin was sharp, but his eyes softened when they met hers. “Some things are worth the risk.”
Her stomach fluttered, though she tried to hide it by tossing her crust toward Max, who snatched it happily. “Cheater,” she muttered, and Tyler’s laugh rumbled low in his chest.
“Not cheating. Strategy.” He wiped his fingers on a napkin, then nudged her knee with his. “Don’t tell me you’re scared to play a little rough.”
Emily smirked, nudging Tyler’s leg with her own. “You know, for all your bragging, you never talk about those wrestling competition uniforms.”
He narrowed his eyes playfully. “What about them?”
“Maybe the part where you parade around in front of crowds in that tight little singlet.” She grinned, delighting in the way color rose at his ears. “Bet you only joined the team to show off.”
Tyler leaned back with a laugh. “Please. You’re the one who came to every match. Don’t pretend you weren’t just there for the guys in spandex.”
Her heart gave a tiny jolt. “Maybe I liked the attention,” she said, tilting her chin.
“Oh, so you liked being flirted with?” His grin widened. “Funny. I don’t remember anyone flirting with a girl who’s got…” He flicked his eyes downward with a smirk. “…tiny boobs.”
Emily gasped, half-offended, half-thrilled by the jab. Heat rose in her face as she sat straighter. “Excuse me? My boobs are perfect.”
“Prove it.”
The words landed like a spark in dry grass, igniting something wild in her. For a heartbeat, she thought he was only joking. But the challenge in his eyes made her pulse quicken. Naughty, reckless excitement curled through her chest.
Before she could talk herself out of it, Emily caught the hem of her t-shirt and tugged it up over her head in one quick motion. She tossed it aside, leaving herself bare from the waist up.
Cool air kissed her skin, and the weight of his stare made her whole body buzz. A flush spread down her neck, not just from embarrassment but from the bold, delicious thrill of doing something so shameless. Her nipples tightened in the open air, and she pressed her thighs together as a wave of arousal left her lightheaded.
“Happy now?” she asked, her voice quieter than she intended, betraying just how much the moment had gotten to her.
Tyler’s mouth opened, then closed again, his eyes darting anywhere but directly at her chest. The tips of his ears went bright red. Emily leaned back against the couch cushions, pretending to be perfectly casual while her pulse hammered. “What’s wrong? Can’t look at perfection when it’s right in front of you?”
“I’m being polite,” he muttered, grabbing another slice of pizza. “You’d probably accuse me of staring.”
She gave a wicked smile. “Oh, so you admit they’re worth staring at?”
He shook his head, smirking despite himself. “Don’t get cocky. I’ve seen bigger.”
Emily laughed, snatching a napkin from the table and tossing it at him. “Size isn’t everything, genius. It’s about shape, balance, symmetry.” She gave her shoulders a little roll that made her breasts shift just enough to catch his eye before he snapped his gaze back to the pizza box.
Before she could push him further, Max chose that moment to shove his nose into the open box. “Hey!” Emily yelped, leaning forward to tug the dog back by his collar. Grease smudged the cardboard where his nose had nearly buried itself in the pepperoni.
Tyler chuckled. “Guess even Max thinks your boobs aren’t the main attraction tonight.”
Emily shot him a glare, cheeks hot. “You’re just jealous he’s getting more attention than you are.”
“Please,” he said, leaning back with a grin. “If I wanted something, I’d just take it.”
She raised a brow, heart skipping. “Oh yeah? Then why are you still pretending not to look at me?”
That shut him up for a second, his jaw working as though searching for the right comeback. His silence was almost as satisfying as the heat prickling low in her belly.
Tyler finally tore his gaze from the pizza box and let it settle on her face, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was holding something back. “Alright, fine. Maybe your boobs are… okay.” His eyes flicked down for the briefest moment before snapping up again. “But let’s be honest—the rest of you probably isn’t worth the attention.”
Emily let out a scoff that was half laugh, half gasp. Max thumped his tail against her thigh, and she absently scratched behind his ears while narrowing her eyes at Tyler. “Says the guy who wouldn’t know what to do with a naked woman if one fell into his lap.”
He leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees, smirk widening. “Bold words. I could make any woman climax with nothing but my tongue.”
Her pulse skipped. Heat rolled through her, daring her in ways she didn’t fully understand. Before she could talk herself out of it, Emily stood, heart hammering. She hooked her thumbs into her waistband, slipped her jeans down her legs, and stepped free, leaving herself in nothing but her panties. Tyler froze, eyes widening, though he tried to play it off with a swallow and a crooked smile.
Emily sat back down, deliberately casual, the denim still pooled on the carpet. She leaned into the cushions, legs parting just enough to tease him, watching his reaction with a rush of boldness that made her cheeks burn.
Max nosed at her hand again, oblivious, and she stroked his fur with a steadiness that belied the wild thrum of her heartbeat. “What's caught your eye there?” she asked softly, eyes never leaving Tyler’s face.
Tyler finally found his voice, eyes flicking down before curling back up into a grin. “Butterfly print, huh? Cute. Didn’t take you for the kind to raid the little kids’ section.”
Emily snorted, giving Max’s ear a lazy scratch. “Please. Like yours wouldn’t have little superheroes all over them.”
That made his smirk sharpen. Without warning, he tugged his t-shirt over his head in one smooth pull, baring a chest that was lean and defined from all those hours on the mat. Her stomach gave a sharp twist at the sight, though she forced her hand to keep moving over Max’s silky fur like nothing had changed.
Then he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and slid his jeans down. Her breath caught when it became clear he wasn’t wearing underwear at all. He stepped out of them casually, like it was nothing, leaving himself completely bare.
Emily fought to keep her eyes on his face, but her gaze betrayed her, flicking lower. Heat rushed through her, pooling between her thighs, even as she tried to play it off by scratching behind Max’s ear like that was the only thing on her mind.
Tyler’s grin deepened. “And here you are,” he drawled, “still in your little girly panties.”
Her heart hammered. For a beat, she thought about letting him win, staying in the butterflies just to prove she didn’t care. But then the daring spark that had been guiding her all night flared hotter.
Emily slid her thumbs under the waistband and pushed the panties down her hips, wriggling just enough to slip free. She kicked them aside, her cheeks burning as cool air kissed her bare skin.
She leaned back against the cushions, legs open just enough to test him, her pulse thundering in her ears. “Better?” she asked, voice soft but edged with mischief.
Neither of them spoke right away. Emily sat back against the couch, legs still parted, the air cool against her bare skin. Tyler stretched an arm across the back of the cushions, eyes fixed very pointedly on the ceiling.
“You’re really committed to not looking at me,” she said, her voice a little shaky but threaded with a smile.
“I don’t want to bruise your ego,” he shot back smoothly, gaze locked on the TV that wasn’t even on. “I look once, and you’ll never stop bragging.”
Emily let out a nervous laugh, absently scratching Max’s ear again, though her fingers trembled. “Right. Because a guy who just got naked in my living room is the picture of humility.”
“Hey,” Tyler said, finally letting his eyes flick toward her before darting away again, “I’m just giving you a free show.”
She bit her lip, warmth flooding her cheeks. The ridiculousness of both of them pretending not to look only made the air between them thicker. She let her hand slide across her hip and between her thighs. She lifted one knee high and let it fall to the side. She made sure Tyler could see every part of her pussy as she slid her fingers over the outer lips.
He tried not to look but lost that battle when she let out a soft moan. She inserted her index finger and found her G-spot as her thumb rolled over her clit. She couldn't believe she was doing this while he watched. She felt the coil of pleasure rise. She was moaning loudly now, her free hand massaging her breasts. Then she broke. Her body shook as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She removed her fingers and sighed. She smiled at the open desire on his face.
Emily’s skin glowed pink, her chest rising quickly with each breath. Her whole body hummed, flushed and sensitive from the release she’d just given herself. She felt deliciously wicked, sitting there bare and trembling, every inch of her tingling.
Tyler broke the silence with a crooked grin. “You look like you just ran a marathon.” His eyes lingered lower for a beat before lifting back to hers. “Kinda makes me want a taste.”
Her breath hitched, but she managed a nod, the word catching in her throat. “You can.”
That was all he needed. Tyler slid off the couch in one smooth motion, kneeling between her legs. The sight of him there, his hands braced on either side of her thighs, sent another dizzy rush through her. She parted for him instinctively, heart pounding as anticipation coiled low in her belly.
Tyler’s breath warmed the inside of her thighs as he leaned in, steady, deliberate. Emily gripped the couch cushion with one hand, the other tangled in Max’s fur, until the dog finally huffed and padded away, leaving her bare and exposed to Tyler’s full attention.
The first brush of his tongue made her hips jerk. A soft gasp slipped from her lips before she could stop it, the sensation sparking up her spine like electricity. He was unhurried at first, teasing strokes that traced her folds, tasting, exploring. Every flick and swirl made her breath catch, made the heat in her belly tighten.
Her nipples stiffened, achingly sensitive. Then his hands were on her large, warm palms, sliding up her stomach, cupping her breasts. His thumbs brushed across her peaks before his fingers rolled and tugged them, and the double rush of sensation nearly undid her.
Emily’s head tipped back against the couch, a moan slipping free. She bit her lip to stifle the next one, but her body betrayed her, hips shifting against his mouth as if searching for more. The pressure of his tongue, the gentle squeeze of his fingers, the way his touch seemed to map every nerve ending. It all blended into a dizzy haze of pleasure.
Her thighs trembled, her chest rising and falling too fast, and every time his tongue pressed deeper, circling just where she needed it, her body clenched in helpless response. A flush spread across her skin, hotter than before, and the coil low in her stomach tightened almost painfully, begging for release.
Emily couldn’t hold back the sounds anymore. Every sweep of Tyler’s tongue made her breath break into small, desperate moans. His mouth moved with an almost maddening rhythm. Slow enough to tease, firm enough to make her toes curl against the carpet.
When his lips sealed around her and his tongue pressed harder, a shudder raced through her entire body. She clutched at the couch cushion with one hand, the other slipping down to tangle in his hair without even thinking.
His hands never stopped roaming, fingers teasing her nipples in slow circles, then tugging just hard enough to make her whimper. The dual sensations twisted together, sharp and sweet, making her hips lift helplessly against his mouth.
“Tyler…” Her voice was breathless, shaky, as if speaking his name might ground her. It only made him press deeper, stroking her with long, hungry laps that sent sparks bursting behind her eyes.
Her thighs clamped around his shoulders, trembling, but he didn’t relent. If anything, he pushed her further, his tongue working in time with the rolling squeeze of his fingers on her breasts. The pressure inside her coiled impossibly tight, her stomach tensing, her whole body straining toward the inevitable.
The release hit her hard. Hot, pulsing waves that tore through her with a cry she couldn’t swallow back. Her hips bucked, legs shaking around him, every nerve alive with shattering pleasure. She gasped for air, the world dissolving into pure sensation as his tongue carried her through it, refusing to let go until she sagged against the couch, spent and trembling.
Even then, he slowed only gradually, his mouth softening to gentle licks, his hands still caressing her breasts as if he owned every shiver rolling through her.
Emily lay there flushed and undone, chest rising and falling in frantic bursts, her skin damp with sweat. Every inch of her tingled, sensitive and raw, but beneath the haze of release, she could already feel the wicked thrill of wanting more.
Emily’s body still trembled as the last waves of release ebbed, but the hunger in her didn’t fade; it sharpened. Before she could overthink it, she slid off the couch, her knees brushing the carpet as she leaned over him.
Tyler looked up at her, chest rising fast, eyes dark with heat. Without a word, he eased back until he was stretched out on the rug, his muscles taut, waiting.
Her skin prickled with anticipation as she swung a leg over him, straddling his hips. The sight of him. Hard, ready. Made her breath catch. For a heartbeat, she hovered, her hands braced on his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart under her palms.
Then she lowered herself, slowly, letting him slide into her inch by inch. The stretch made her gasp, sharp and sweet, her body adjusting around him until he filled her completely.
A moan slipped from her lips, her head tipping back as the sensation settled deep inside her. Her thighs pressed against his sides, her hips sinking down until there was no space left between them. Tyler’s hands found her waist, steadying her, but he didn’t rush. He just looked up at her, his mouth curved into a breathless smile, as if the sight of her taking him in was enough to undo him.
Emily shifted, rolling her hips, and the movement sent a shiver all the way up her spine. The friction, the fullness, the way his chest rose under her touch. It's all wrapped together into a dizzy, intoxicating rush. She leaned forward slightly, pressing her palms harder against him, meeting his gaze with a wicked little smile of her own.
“Still think I’m not worth the attention?” she murmured, before lifting her hips and sinking down again, reveling in the sensation of him deep inside her.
For a moment, she just stayed there, chest rising fast, savoring the ache and fullness, the way her body molded around his. Then she lowered herself over him, pressing her torso to his until their skin met from chest to thigh. His warmth enveloped her, their breaths mingling as she buried her face against the curve of his neck.
Tyler’s arms slid around her back, holding her close, steady and firm. She felt the shift of his muscles as his hips tilted beneath her, a slow, deliberate thrust that made her gasp softly against his skin.
The rhythm built unhurriedly. His hips rolling upward, hers instinctively meeting the movement. Each glide was deep, unhurried, coaxing pleasure rather than chasing it. The friction stroked her in places that made her toes curl, every slow drive pulling a sigh from her lips.
Her nipples dragged against his chest with every shift, the faint scrape of skin against skin sparking another thread of heat through her. She clung to him, arms looped around his shoulders, savoring the closeness almost as much as the pleasure.
Tyler’s breath was ragged in her ear, his voice low, almost a groan. “God… you feel incredible.”
The words sent a shiver through her, heat blooming deeper. She shifted slightly, angling her hips, and the next thrust dragged across a spot that made her cry out softly. Her whole body tightened around him, every nerve raw and alive.
Time blurred as they moved together like that. Slow, sensual, bodies pressed close, his steady rhythm carrying her higher with each thrust. The intimacy of it, the way he filled her and held her so tightly, made her dizzy with more than just arousal.
Each glide of his hips pressed deeper, stroking her in a way that left Emily trembling. Her breath grew ragged against his neck, her chest brushing his with every rise and fall. The warmth between them wasn’t just heat anymore. It was fire, spreading, tightening, curling low in her belly with every slow thrust.
Her body responded helplessly, clutching around him as if trying to draw him in further. She clung to his shoulders, nails grazing his skin, the sound of her own breath harsh in her ears. The deliberate pace, unhurried and steady, only made it worse. It left her straining, needing more even as the languid rhythm kept her hovering.
The tension coiled tighter, each roll of his hips dragging her closer to the edge she couldn’t resist. Her thighs quivered against his sides, her toes curling, her body betraying how close she was even as she tried to hold on. A helpless moan slipped from her lips, muffled against his shoulder.
“Tyler…” His name came out broken, a plea she couldn’t quite shape into words.
The heat grew unbearable, relentless, as if every nerve in her body was being pulled toward that sharp, inevitable peak. Her chest heaved, nipples scraping against him, each drag another spark feeding the fire.
Her whole world narrowed to the slow thrusts of his hips and the rush of pleasure winding tighter and tighter inside her. There was no stopping it, no slowing it. Only the rising storm pulling her closer, dragging her mercilessly toward release.
The rhythm grew heavier, his hips pushing deeper with each thrust, and Emily’s body couldn’t take it anymore. The coil inside her snapped, her release crashing over her in a flood of heat and sensation. She cried out against his shoulder, her whole body seizing tight around him as wave after wave ripped through her.
Her thighs shook, her nails dug into his back, and still he moved, thrusting through the clenching grip of her climax. Every roll of his hips only sharpened the pleasure, sending fresh sparks tearing through her until she was gasping, half-laughing, half-sobbing from the intensity of it.
Tyler groaned her name against her ear, his body jerking beneath hers. She felt him lose control, his hips slamming upward as he spilled inside her, their bodies locked together in frantic, desperate motion. The sound of his release, the rawness of it, sent another shudder through her, her climax stretching, spiraling with his until she thought she might break apart.
They clung to each other, tangled, trembling, every nerve alight as the storm slowly began to ebb. Emily sagged against his chest, slick with sweat, her heartbeat wild and uneven against his. His arms stayed wrapped tight around her, holding her as if letting go wasn’t an option.
For a long moment, neither moved. They just breathed together, skin to skin, their bodies still joined, the echoes of release pulsing between them. Emily’s face was flushed, her body limp, but deep in her chest a warm, giddy glow spread through the haze.
She smiled faintly against his neck, her voice a whisper. “You creampied me.”
Eventually, Emily stirred, her body still tingling as she slid off him. Tyler caught her hand, giving her a steadying squeeze before they both climbed back onto the couch. The cushions felt almost absurdly soft after the roughness of the rug. Tyler reached for the pizza box with a lazy grin, pulling out two slices. He handed one to her before taking a giant bite of his own.
Emily sat cross-legged, still flushed and a little dazed, the slice drooping in her hand. “Really? We just…” She gestured vaguely at the floor, cheeks heating again. “And your first instinct is pizza?”
He chewed, completely unbothered. “Refueling. Athletes know these things.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”
Before either could say more, Max scrambled up onto the couch between them, tail wagging furiously. He shoved his nose toward the pizza, whining in hopeful desperation.
Emily nudged him back gently. “Max, no. This isn’t for you.”
Tyler smirked, holding his slice just out of reach. “You can’t blame him. He sees food and thinks somebody owes him a reward.”
She snorted, covering her mouth with her free hand. “He wouldn't beg if you taught him better.” Max barked once, as if agreeing. Emily scratched under his chin, still laughing. “You know, I think he’s jealous.”
Tyler leaned back, licking a smear of sauce from his thumb. “Of me or of you?”
Emily gave him a sideways smile. “Both. After all, sex is better than pizza.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Better than pizza? That’s a bold claim.”
She took a tiny, teasing bite of her slice and chewed slowly, eyes sparkling. “You did stop eating to fuck me.”
"Had to be done." He said simply. "No one could think straight when there's a woman in need of cock."
Max whined again, ears drooping, and gave Emily the saddest, most pitiful look he could muster. She sighed, already feeling her resolve crumble.
“You’re shameless,” she told him, tearing off part of her crust. “But fine. You win.” She held it out, and Max snatched it with a happy chomp before settling back down, tail thumping the cushion like a drum.
Tyler shook his head, smirking. “You know he’s got you trained, right?”
Emily shot him a mock glare. “Says the guy who can’t even resist my pussy. Who’s really the trained one here?”
He leaned closer, lowering his voice just enough to make her pulse quicken. “At least I don’t roll over for scraps.”
She gasped, swatting his arm. “Wow. Did you compare me to a dog?”
He grinned, unrepentant. “Nah. More like a cat. Acting like you’re above it all, but the second someone scratches behind your ears…” He let the suggestion hang.
Emily’s cheeks flamed, and she tried to hide it behind another bite of pizza. “You’re full of yourself.”
“Confident,” he corrected, stretching out on the couch, his toned chest shamelessly on display.
She arched a brow, amused. “You mean cocky.”
“Same thing.” He winked.
Emily laughed, shaking her head. Max nudged at her hand again, hoping for more crust, and she ruffled his fur instead. “Guess I’m surrounded by two hopeless cases. One with a wagging tail, and one with an ego the size of Texas.”
Tyler took another bite of pizza and talked around it with a grin. “Yeah, but you like us both.” She rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips gave her away.
Emily polished off the last bite of her slice, licking a bit of sauce from her thumb. Tyler smirked like he was going to make a comment, but before he could, Max suddenly climbed right into her lap, all forty pounds of him sprawling across her legs like he was still a puppy.
“Max!” she squealed, laughing as she nearly toppled sideways. “You’re too big for this!”
Tyler barked a laugh, leaning over to steady her. “Guess he just wanted in on the cuddles.”
Max gave a loud huff, then promptly rested his head on Emily’s chest, eyes closing like he owned the spot.
She looked at Tyler, cheeks flushed but smiling. “See? Even your competition knows my boobs are perfect.”
Tyler groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Great. I’m losing to the dog now.”
Emily giggled, scratching Max’s ear as his tail thumped happily against Tyler’s thigh. “Well, you’ll just have to try harder, won’t you?”
Tyler leaned closer, brushing a playful kiss against her cheek. “Challenge accepted.”
She grinned, sinking back into the couch with both of her boys beside her, pizza box forgotten on the table. The night had been messy, ridiculous, and way too much fun.
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