Jaded Hearts
Chapter 89

Tyson

When I carried Taylor’s comatose body up to the room, I didn’t expect her to be in my shower, on her knees, and licking the head of my d**k less than ten minutes later. But here we were, and I was the last one to complain.

Her mouth was sinful and heaven-sent at the same time. Never in my life had I experienced anything even close to it. I watched as the water fell on her face, and she wrapped her lips around my shaft, sucking and licking the entire length like it was her favorite treat. I wanted to be gentle with her, I really did, but the look in her eyes told me she didn’t want that at all.

I ran my fingers through her soaked curls and held on to the sides of her head, guiding her back and forth over my d**k. She took a deep breath, hollowed her cheeks, and sucked me all the way down, causing my hands to close into fists and my muscles to tighten in response.

“s**t, Tay …”

It was all I could say. The feeling of her silky-smooth tongue and cheeks were making me crazy. I let go of her hair and placed my hands on the shower walls to keep myself upright. I didn’t want to hurt her. She gave my d**k one long, sloppy slurp, then popped it out of her mouth.

“Put your hands back where they were.”

She then shot her tongue out and ran it along a vein from my balls all the way to the tip.

“Baby, if I do that, I’m going to lose control.”

“Good. That’s what I want you to do.”

She sucked my head in and gently licked the slit, making my eyes slam shut.

“Grab my head, open your eyes, and f**k my mouth. Now.”

I’d never seen the forceful, dominant side of my angel, but I liked it a lot. I pulled her hair back and wrapped it in my hand, holding her firmly in place.

“Open wide, angel,” I growled.

She smiled and dropped her jaw, giving me the perfect view of that tight little throat I was about to wreck. My free hand cupped her chin, and I rammed my way home. Tears glistened in those emerald eyes that were also full of l**t. She was enjoying this just as much as I was.

My h**s thrust forward to meet the dip of her body, causing my balls to rhythmically slap against her chin. Did she have a gag reflex? Time to find out.

I planted my feet and pulled her all the way forward, her nose pressed flush against my stomach and held firm. Her throat was completely blocked off and full of me, but she never broke eye contact. Instead, she began to swallow and flex her muscles, massaging my d**k as it cut off her air supply.

I wasn’t expecting that at all, so I pulled back, allowing her to draw a deep breath and fill her lungs. She brought up a small hand, rubbed her swollen lips, and smiled.

“Do it again.”

My god, this woman was going to be the death of me. She owned me.

I angled her head a bit to protect her nose and proceeded to f**k her mouth and throat as hard and rough as she wanted it. Her hands were rested on my thighs, nails digging into flesh, but neither of us stopped. When I again bottomed out and felt her tongue flick out and lick my balls, I was done.

I g*****d and tried to pull back, but she placed her hands behind my thighs and held me in place as I exploded. Never had a blow job made me c*m this hard. She had my ears ringing, stars dancing before my eyes, and all my breath gone.

That illusive gag reflex still never showed its face. She didn’t miss a beat or spill a single ounce, she just continued to swallow me down, all while looking deep into my eyes. Spurt after spurt, wave after wave, she didn’t stop or come up for air until she was sure that she’d taken every drop. When I was completely drained and on the verge of collapse, she let my legs go and gently pulled back, sliding me from her perfect mouth. I took her hands and helped her to her feet while trying to regain my breath.

Once she was standing, I propped myself against the wall and closed my eyes. F**k, I loved this woman. The warm, soapy sponge she began running over my chest, thighs, and d**k brought me back to the present. Back to her.

“Is your throat okay, sunshine?”

“It’s never been better. I’ll be drinking nothing but warm tea for the next few days, but I’ll survive.”

We washed each other off before heading to the bedroom, where I made good on my promise and made love to her until the sun came up.

* * *

Taylor

I was exhausted, sore, and starving.

I woke up around 8:00 a.m. to the sound of Tyson on the phone and the smell of strong Italian coffee. I pushed myself up in bed and looked around until I saw a steaming mug on my nightstand. I g*****d, then took a huge gulp.

“Sweet and creamy, just how I like it,” I muttered to myself.

When he noticed I was awake, Tyson hung up his call and walked over to me. “Good morning, beautiful. How are you feeling?”

He had a smug smirk on his face. He knew he’d screwed me senseless and barely let me get two hours of sleep.

“I feel how one would expect to feel after the night we had. How are you so awake and perfect already?”

“I guess making love for hours on end to the love of my life energizes me,” he answered sweetly.

I just looked at him and narrowed my eyes. He was full of shit.

Tyson held his hands up in surrender and said, “Fine! I’m beat, but I’ve had four cups of coffee and a scalding hot shower. I’d suggest you finish that off and go grab one yourself. It’s almost time for breakfast with the crew.”

I ran through a simplified morning routine, threw on my biggest sunglasses, and followed him down to the lobby where everyone was waiting.

All the men looked like absolute s**t. There was no other way to describe it. Luca was in a small chair, curled in a ball, and holding his head. Kade was stretched across Morgan’s lap, making her rub his temples. Xander and Alexi were both sitting with their heads between their knees, looking like they were one second from barfing, and Gio was in a dark corner with a shirt over his head.

Matt, on the other hand, looked … perfect. Why?

“Hey, everybody. What’s going on?” I asked.

“Please, Taylor! Stop yelling. What the f**k?” Luca whined.

“But I wasn’t … nevermind.”

I walked over to Matt and gave him a tight hug. “Please explain to me how you’re alright, and the rest of the group looks like this.”

“Bean healed me,” he proudly replied.

“What about everyone else?” I asked.

Alaia scoffed, “They brought this on themselves. Ten bars, Taylor. Ten! The rest of them can suffer. Matty only got the help because this is your wedding weekend; otherwise, he’d still look like a beautiful zombie like the rest of these idiots.”

I looked up at his face and bright blue eyes and was thankful that Alaia had his back. I hated to see him suffer, even if it was self-inflicted. The mini charter bus we ordered pulled up, and everyone began to head out to board. I grabbed Alaia before she could leave and pulled her to the corner.

Morgan, being the devious sneak she was, saw us and skipped over to join. “You’re limping. Did he f**k your legs out of place? Or maybe he just blew your back out,” she said.

Alaia laughed and put her hands on my h**s. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you, girl.”

She did a quick tune, just enough to get my leg strength back and give me a boost of energy, so I didn’t fall asleep at breakfast.

“I’ll get you again later today if you need me to,” she said as she put on her sunglasses and headed to the bus.

“What I really need is a tune for my throat, I’m pretty sure he dislocated it,” I replied as I followed behind, rubbing my neck.

She spun around and stared before both she and Morgan burst out laughing. “Yesss! That’s my girl, Tay. I’m so f*****g proud.”

“Ladies, let’s go! These guys need food now,” Tyson yelled.

“Mhmm. I knew there was a reason I liked that bear. You have to tell me everything later, and I mean everything,” Alaia smiled.

* * *

We got on the bus, and I winked at Tyson as I made my way to snuggle in next to Matt at the very back.

“Are you hungry, angel?”

“So hungry. You have no idea.”

“Me too.”

He lifted my leg and draped it over his before slipping his hand under my dress and into my panties. The shock made me gasp out loud, and Luca and Gio looked back at me.

“You alright, sis?” Luca asked.

Matt’s fingers never stopped moving, and he plunged them inside my folds.

“Mhmm. Just got some sun in my eyes. Hurt like hell,” I lied.

“I feel your pain. Literally,” he said before turning around and pulling his hat down over his eyes.

“What’s wrong with you?” I whispered, “Anyone could turn around and see us.”

“I don’t care. You’re mine, and everyone on this bus knows it. You’re going to c*m for me, hard. I’m not going to stop until you do.”

He sped up his pace, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Thank god I had on my sunglasses. I grabbed on to his arm and the seat in front of me, then bit down on my l*p to stifle a m**n.

“Hey, love birds! Where are we heading to eat?” Alexi shouted over to us.

“Bar La Licata,” Matt replied, never missing a beat. I was biting my l*p so hard it was close to bleeding, but this man was determined.

“Taylor really enjoyed it the last time we were here. What was that dish you had that you loved so much?” he asked me.

I turned to him, shocked. He knew I couldn’t talk, let alone remember something I ate almost a year ago, but he just smiled before leaning down and speaking directly against my lips.

“c*m now, tesoro. Don’t make me turn you over and f**k you right here on this bus. I will do it.”

I nodded my head and dug into his arm, and the climax hit me like a freight train. I think the taboo of having so many people around, so close but not knowing what was happening, was what really pushed me over the edge. He brought his mouth down on mine, giving my screams and m***s of pleasure a place to go and quietly die.

When it was finally over, he pulled his hand back and proceeded to lick each one of his honey-soaked fingers.

“He will not be the last man to make you scream before you become my wife. Understand?”

“Yes,” I replied, breathless.

“Good girl. Now let’s go eat. I’ve really worked up an appetite.”

* * *

Matt

I could smell him on her.

Even though I accepted and even embraced the fact that she was his as well as mine, I was still possessive and didn’t want any other man’s scent on her perfect body. So, I did what any dominant male would do, and I marked my territory. I made sure she knew that the man who would soon become her husband knew her body better than any other.

And when we finally had a minute to ourselves, I’d fill her with my seed and put another baby in her belly.

We finished our breakfast and, thankfully, the food and coffee helped revive the rest of the group to the point that we were able to do some sightseeing. It was Morgan, Alaia, and Alexi’s first time in Rome, and they wanted to see the usual spots. It was a beautiful city, and the rest of us didn’t mind, so we hopped on our bus and headed out.

Our first stop was the Colosseum, and it got me thinking. Since we had a larger group, we paid to have a personal tour guide just for us. It gave us more time to actually see everything, take pictures, and enjoy the history behind the site. I was walking hand in hand with Taylor at the back of the group while our guide told us an animated story of gladiators, emperors, and bloody animal battles.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea, beautiful.”

She looked up at me and smiled, and I didn’t think there was anyone one this planet more perfect.

“What’s your idea? Will I like it?”

I stopped walking and pulled her aside. “Dad said I was probably conceived here. I think we should continue the tradition.”

Her jaw dropped, and she looked around, almost frantic. “What is with you today? You just fingered me on the bus, and now you want to knock me up in a two thousand-year-old building?”

“Exactly.” I lifted her up and walked off to a dark, shadowy corner.

“Matt, what if we get caught? I don’t want to go to jail!”

“Then you’d better be really quiet. Otherwise, we’ll be saying ‘I do’ behind bars.”

I placed her on her feet, spun her around, and lifted her dress up past her waist. I could tell she was nervous, but I could also smell how excited she was. Getting f****d in public was a major turn on for her, and I was more than happy to oblige.

I pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs and positioned myself at the gates of heaven. “Put your hands on the wall, tesoro. Let’s see if we can make a little gladiator of our own.”