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Tyler got me a job alongside him as a hotel restaurant waiter.
This place is a 5-star, 5-course meal type of fancy, and frankly, I do not feel comfortable here. It makes me feel a bit better when I look over at Tyler, who's currently spitting in the water he's about to serve to some asshole who spilled her drink on his shoes.
Not that he doesn't already spit on people's food here even if they haven't wronged him personally, but I digress.
I catch a glimpse of Tyler serving the asshole with his headphones on, putting the water down so aggressively that it spills a little on the tablecloth. How he hasn't been fired, I don't know.
A few minutes later I come back to the kitchen and Tyler catches me by the arm, stopping me and pulling me to the side.
"We should get outta here."
I scoff. "We still have two hours left in our shift."
"Let's ditch." He grins.
I think about it for a second. On the one hand, I'd probably get fired for leaving in the middle of my shift. On the other hand, I'd rather be anywhere but here.
"Fine." I agree. I already have a job at the office if I get fired.
He drags me out the back door from the kitchen and he undoes his bowtie as he unlocks the car.
"Why are we leaving?" I ask.
"Hm?" He says and glances at me for a second, distracted by the keys. He gets the car unlocked and gets in, and I do the same. I still look at him, expecting an answer.
He starts the car, and after about 30 seconds of silence and the car already on the road, Tyler grabs a cigarette and looks over at me.
"What?" He says, lighting the cigarette in his mouth.
"I asked you a question?"
He chuckles. "Alright, no need to get sassy with me, sweetheart."
That's his favorite nickname to use on me—sweetheart. It always manages to get me to blush, and he knows this, so he uses it as often as he can. This time I'm annoyed, so it's not quite as effective as usual. I roll my eyes and gesture for him to go on when he leaves the car silent again.
"I just wanted a little extra time to be with you tonight, y'know? watch a movie and hang out or somethin'."
I stare at him. I'm not buying it.
"Really?"
"Yeah." He says with a shrug to his shoulder, blowing smoke out of the car window.
A few seconds of silence.
"No ulterior motives?"
Silence.
"Well…"
"I knew it." I interrupt, shaking my head and crossing my arms, a small smile on my face.
"Okay fine," He admits. "I may have something to show you. But you'll like it."
"I don't know..."
"Nah, nah, you'll enjoy it."
And then that's the end of it.
I lean back in my seat and watch the sky turn a shade of orange as the sun sets, listening to Tyler blow smoke out the window and the low hum of music on the radio.
I watch him from the side of my eye, his nose jutting out, lips holding onto that cigarette, and the curl of smoke from his mouth. I think about how I feel at home with him near me. I think about how I've felt that since the moment we met, even after we beat each other up in that parking lot.
I think about how those three little words sit at the tip of my tongue on a daily basis.
I love you.
We make it home, and after he throws his cigarette in the yard, Tyler goes right up the stairs to his room, shucking off his blazer somewhere on the floor. I pick it up and put it on the chair in the kitchen, placing mine along with it.
I walk upstairs and check on Tyler, and he's sitting on the bed, undoing his shoes. He looks up at me and pats the bed next to him.
I sit. "What?"
He stands up from the bed, turns to me, and plops down in my lap. I feel the breath being pushed out of me as his growing hardness presses against me.
"Take control tonight. Show me what you can do." He says, hands twirling my hair.
I stare for a second at this unexpected turn for the night. But isn't it always unexpected with Tyler Durden?
"Really." I say, not phrasing it much like a question.
"Mhm." He nods.
"Alright…" I slide my hand up Tyler's thigh. I'm gonna take my time with this. "-You want me to take care of you for once?"
"Yeah. C'mon, get me going, talk me up."
"You want me to talk you up?"
He nods again.
"Uh, I don't know if I could do it like you do, Tyler…"
"Just try. Just this once, and if you hate it then we won't do it again. Promise."
I gaze at Tyler, his cheeks ruddy, hair out of place, cracked tooth on display. I would love to take care of him. Every day of my life.
Three little words.
I grab his chin, dragging him into a slow kiss. He moans into it, and I thread my hand into his hair, enjoying the pace.
After a while, Tyler's hand starts to move downwards to my crotch, and I stop him by the wrist. "Not yet." I say into his mouth.
His mouth quirks up, and he says, "Okay."
I'm surprised by his patience as we continue to kiss, and I thank God I already took off my shoes as I flip us over and move him up the bed.
We have been together for about a month now, and I have never been on top before. It's not that he never lets me, but it's more that I've never found a reason to. Usually, I'm okay with the arrangement we have, but I'm finding a thrill at the feeling of being in control, seeing Tyler like this, panting into my mouth.
I move downward to his neck and I bite into it, and Tyler lets out a gasp, turning to a moan. I kiss over it and then I sit up and trace my finger over the mark I made.
His hair is already a mess, kissed-red lips, hard on pressing against me, and the thought that I got him this hot and bothered by just kissing him stirs something deep in my chest.
Three. Fucking. Words.
Tyler speaks up, panting, "Oh, also, I got you something. So I guess there's two surprises."
Oh boy. "What?"
He digs into the side drawer—
And that's a strap-on. A decently-sized dildo in a harness. To fuck with. To fuck Tyler with. Oh God.
"Holy shit, Tyler… I-I didn't realize you'd been planning this."
"Yeah, well, what can I say? I want you to fuck me."
My heart rate increases and I chuckle, disbelieving. "Jesus, Tyler…"
He tosses the strap onto the bed. "We don't have to tonig-"
"No, no…" I stop him way too quickly, my eagerness obvious. It's not like I haven't thought about this. I absolutely have. A lot. "I want to. Fuck you."
Tyler just gazes at me, a look on his face like he's watching me fumble something and is finding it cute.
"Oh c'mon, I know you can sweet talk me better than that. Please?" Tyler pleads, hands on my hips as he looks at me with this wide-eyed look. I feel like I'm on fire.
I take a breath and then I'm kissing him hard, open-mouthed and messy. I pull back from the kiss quickly, panting, "Alright, help me get this thing on."
He nods and sits up, helping me get my pants off, and once I'm free of them he's undoing the harness and placing it on me.
I should pay attention to how he's fastening it for future reference, but instead, I'm just looking at him as I comb through his hair. I'm thinking about how I'll be fucking him into the mattress in a few minutes.
He finishes fastening it and he looks up at me, down to the strap, and then he's dragging me by my hips as he lines his face up with it. His mouth falls open and his tongue teases the tip as he looks up at me.
"Tyler…"
His long eyelashes flutter as he sucks on the tip and I pull him back by his hair. "What, you don't want me to suck you?"
"No." I say, (not without reluctance, because that would be quite entertaining,) pushing him back down on the mattress. "I wanna fuck you."
Tyler fucking giggles and I hate how charmed I am by the sound of it.
Three gut-churning words.
I unbutton my shirt and then I'm working on Tyler's clothes as I kiss him, savoring it and slowing it back down to the pace I started with. I get his shirt off, feeling down his chest and working down to his hard dick that I can feel on my thigh through the fabric. I unbutton his dress pants, and...
Oh.
He's wearing panties.
Honest to God, lacy, frilly, silky, white panties. His dick is filling them out, tip past the waistline. I feel my mouth open on a silent gasp.
"Surprise." Tyler says, and I look up to see him grinning, looking pleased.
I'm about to say something like, 'How long have you had these on?', but instead I remember what I was doing tonight. I was taking care of him.
So I hold back the words and instead, I drag my hand up his thigh, slowly pulling his legs further apart.
"You look so pretty. Just for me." I whisper in his ear. I bite his earlobe, and he groans, spreading his legs wider. That's a good sign.
"Yeah. Just for you, sweetheart." He quietly agrees.
I let out a little sound and trace his dick through the panties. I grab him, applying just enough pressure, and his hips lift, searching for more friction. I put my other hand on his lower stomach. "Don't move."
I can see the urge to fight against me on Tyler's face, but he sits still as I continue to feel over the panties.
"I'm gonna fuck you with the panties on. How's that sound?"
"Fuck—Yes. Do it." Tyler responds, breathless. I smirk.
"Good." I say, pulling lube out of the side drawer. I smother my fingers in it and then I'm pulling his panties to the side, feeling for his hole. He gasps a little at the initial touch of cold lube, but he relaxes into it as I tease him with a finger.
I push into him slowly and It doesn't give as much resistance as I expected. It's not long until I've got three in him, and he's squirming and panting, riding my fingers.
"God, you're such a slut." I murmur, but I know he hears it in the way he whines.
I guess he likes that kind of talk. Not surprising.
"Tyler. You've done this to yourself recently, I can tell." I say as I lean close to his face, pumping my fingers in and out of him. I still have yet to hit that spot. I'm waiting.
"You've fucked yourself on your fingers wishing it was me, haven't you? Was it late at night while I was in my room? Or maybe this morning when I left for work... Did you finger yourself this morning, Tyler?"
He swallows. "Yeah."
"Yeah? You did?" I smirk at him, a surprised laugh bubbling in my throat which I almost keep from coming out until I realize he would probably like it if I laughed at him. So I do.
He closes his eyes and hisses at the sound, face getting redder.
"Fuck, you really are a slut, aren't you?"
And then I hit the spot deep in him, rubbing against it, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he moans out a, "Oh fuck…"
I watch this with rapt attention, wanting to savor it. God, he's beautiful like this.
Three meaningful words.
"Please. Fuck me. Now." He gasps out, rolling his hips to find that spot again. I pull out my fingers before he can, and he whimpers.
I waste no time in wetting the strap with lube, and then I'm lining up with his hole, pulling the panties to the side. I get the tip in and groan as I watch it breach him.
The sight is beautiful. I may not physically feel my dick inside him, but the friction of the harness against me as I slide deeper combined with the effect it has on Tyler is still satisfying.
I'm fully in, and we're face to face as I wait for him to adjust. We're panting into each other's mouths, and I stare into his eyes, feeling an amount of affection that's hard to explain.
I love you. I love you, I love you.
I don't say it, of course.
My hand comes up and plays with his sweaty hair, and he smiles wide at me.
I love you, I love you.
Three life-changing words.
I kiss him and then I'm moving, and he groans into my mouth.
"That good?"
He nods in reply, letting out a little sound when I move further out of him. I push back in, going further out again, then pushing in. I set a rhythm, slowly pounding into him. I can tell Tyler is agonizing at the slow pace.
"Faster." He grunts.
I chuckle, looking down at him. "What do you say, Tyler?"
It takes him a minute to respond, and I'm freezing my movements, which has him scrambling to get out an answer, "P-Please, please?"
I lean over him and thrust in hard, and he opens his mouth in a silent scream as I hit the exact spot in him on that push. "That's right."
I give him what he asks for, and I speed up my thrusts, letting out grunts of effort and feeling the heat build-up in my gut, feeling the friction on my dick.
"Yeah, shit, fuck me, please…" Tyler pants, and I find that spot again, and he yells, "Ha, fuck, right there!"
I'm hitting him over and over on his prostate, and his legs are over my shoulders as I bring him closer. Sure, I wanna cum, but I wanna watch him fall apart first.
"C'mon, baby." I encourage, and since when have I ever called him that? I don't know, but he doesn't react any differently, just moans and whimpers. "Be good for me and cum like the slut you are, yeah?"
I give in and stroke him through his soaked panties, brushing over his tip. "Yes, yeah, oh fuck!" He screams, grinding against me and tensing up as he rides his orgasm. I drag it out as much as I can, stroking him through it as he cums onto his chest.
Only seconds after, he's breathing hard, lazily rolling his head to look at me, moving his hips with a hiss. "C'mere." He gestures. "Get on me."
I slowly pull out of him and he whines a little. I try to unfasten the harness as best I can, but my hands are shaking from the exhilaration, and Tyler grabs my hip and pulls me towards him.
He gets it off for me, throwing it on the floor. I would chastise him for that if I wasn't so horny.
Finally he's grabbing me by the hips and dragging his tongue over me, digging into my dripping cunt as I moan helplessly and grind onto his mouth. He lets me, taking it happily.
I feel the heat building in my spine as he licks into me, dragging his tongue to my dick again and giving special attention to it, all while looking up at me through his eyelashes.
"Oh fuck, Tyler…" I groan, holding his hair so hard it probably hurts.
He speeds up his licking and then the buildup comes crashing down as he digs into me with his tongue. He licks all my cum up eagerly.
"Mmm…" He hums as I pull away from him, his face shining with my cum. It's a great look for him. I feel myself weakly throb as I climb off of him and throw myself next to him on the bed.
"Won't you lick me clean too?" He asks.
I look at him. "Maybe next time." I pat his chest, stuffing my head into his neck. He grabs a cigarette and lights it.
"You're good at that." He says.
"At what?"
"Dirty talk. Fucking me."
"Oh. I guess I am."
"We should do this again sometime."
He'll be asleep in a few minutes after he finishes that cigarette and we'll be tangled together through the night, and I will sleep that once-in-a-blue-moon sleep—dreaming of a scenario where I say to Tyler those three words:
I love you.