Free Tyed to You by Jordyn McKenzie Page A

aside the fabric triangles of her bikini top, dipping his head to suck at her breast with fervour, still kneading and stroking the other one. Jasmine bit her lip to contain her moan. “I missed you too,” she rasped.
    Ty only groaned around his mouthful, sliding his other hand down to her ass, cupping it firmly to pull her body tighter against his. When he moved his mouth away, he grasped her around her waist, and quickly hoisted her up onto the washing machine. “Much better,” he murmured before dipping his head to sample her other nipple.
    Jasmine stroked Ty’s hair, watching through heavily lidded eyes as he feasted on her breast. She didn’t notice that he’d relocated one of his hands, however, until she suddenly felt it pressing against her clit through the now-damp fabric of her bikini bottoms. “Oh Ty,” she whispered. “Fuck, baby, I want you so badly right now.”
    Ty pushed aside her bikini bottom, and slid two fingers inside, groaning again at her warm, wet heat. Using his thumb to stroke her button, he pumped his fingers in and out of her, quickly propelling her towards climax. Jasmine reached forwards to touch him, gasping both at how good he was making her feel, and in delight over how hard he was. She gripped and stroked him through the fabric of his trunks, their mutual moans muffled by their kisses.
    Jasmine felt she was quickly reaching her brink. “Wait!” she rasped, and leant forwards to grab the waistband of his swim trunks. “I want you inside me.” She slid them down far enough to free his erection. She smeared the pre-cum at the head around and gave him a few solid strokes before moving Ty’s hand away from her pussy and scooting up to the edge of the washing machine, positioning his cock at her entrance. “Now, baby, please?”
    “Sweetheart, you never, ever have to beg,” he said quietly, covering her mouth with his, then gripping her hips to hold her steady while he eased inside her. They both sighed once he was fully seated within her, for Jasmine it was a mixture of relief and growing need. His thrusts were slow at first, almost leisurely, but it soon grew to a more urgent, frenzied pace. Jasmine lay back in a somewhat awkward position, her hands behind her resting atop the washing machine’s rear-affixed control panel for stability as she spread her legs wider for Ty, resting a calf on each of his shoulders. The washing supply cabinet mounted over the machine posed a bit of a challenge for comfort, and she took care to not bump her head as he pressed into her again and again.
    “Oh fuck, Jasmine…” he groaned. He placed his hands on each side of her ribs as his momentum grew frenzied, seeming quite determined to hit the deepest parts of her. Her eyes locked with his until she was unable to keep them open any longer, feeling her face contort in her ecstasy. She could feel her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust and opened her eyes again to see Ty watching them rather intently. He attempted to lean down and capture one of her nipples in his mouth, but her position, not to mention the proximity of the overhead cabinet prevented it, so he gave up and just pumped into her even harder. The washing machine began to thump and rattle under their momentum. Suddenly the door swung open and they froze. Laurel stood there wide-eyed in shock. “Oh shit! Sorry! I thought the washing machine was off-balance! Um. Sorry!” she squeaked and slammed the door shut.
    Ty’s eyes warily met Jasmine’s. “Uh…”
    She sighed, rolling her eyes. “She saw what she saw, we’ll deal with it in a bit. Now for the love of all that is holy, finish what you started and fucking make me come.”
    The sound that escaped Ty’s throat could best be described as a growl. He grasped her thighs which were pressed close to his chest, and went for it. “Harder…” Jasmine moaned. The washer thumped and rattled a good many more times, as well as a stifled chorus of moans from the both of them,