Tig arrives home to an icy-hot welcome from Sydney after his first run since their relationship started, landing him in the exact position that she'd worried he wouldn't be able to hold, in the first place.
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CHAPTER 33: TIED DOWN
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Tig awoke the next morning with a splitting headache, and a painfully sore body - thanks to the porcelain mattress that had seemed like a good idea at the time. He groaned as he heaved himself out of the bathtub-turned-bed that was now feeling like more of a coffin, hobbling out the door and into the bedroom where Jax and his whore from the night were getting dressed.
"Dude!" Jax hollered, covering his junk when Tig unexpectedly emerged from the bathroom that they'd thought had been empty.
"Don't mind me." Tig rasped through his dry throat that was in desperate need of some lubrication, passing through the occupied room without a care.
"Was he in there the whole time?" Jax scowled to the little blonde who looked just as confused as he did, seeing that they had both used the bathroom throughout the night...
Once Tig reached the main area of the clubhouse after a trek that felt miles long, he found the sweetbutt who Rollie had taken for the night, dolling out Advil to the hungover Sons.
"Coffee?" Cherry held up a fresh pot after handing off the much-needed pills, forcing the fake smile on her face to stay in place as she felt her heart sinking further and further after what she had done - what she hadn't had a say in. She had spent years with the club, searching for a man to make an honest old lady out of her, and she had always been proud of her place among the strong men of the Devil's Tribe, but after meeting the weak man of SAMCRO, she suddenly felt like exactly what she was - a pass-around.
"Please and thanks, doll." Tig returned her smile, accepting the coffee gratefully as he stood in the absolute pigsty of passed out bikers, naked women, spilled beer, and puke - a scene that almost rivalled the one from the patch over party.
He fished his phone out of his pocket, sighing when he opened it to still see that he had no new messages. He missed Sydney - something that he found ironic since the thought of an old lady badgering him on a run would've had him bolting across the country only a few short months ago. He decided that he would try her again now that it was morning, but instead he hit the wrong button through the fog still rolling over his brain; taking him to his call log where he saw the phone call from 4:43 A.M.. He scowled. He remembered no such event, but he felt immensely relieved to know that they had talked, even if he couldn't recall anything about the conversation.
"Good, you're up." Clay called across the bar as he emerged from the hallway in fresh clothes after a good night's sleep in his own room - the perks of a President. "Let's get this shit set up." He walked right past him and out the door where Tig snapped his phone shut and immediately followed the demand for his service.
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Sydney had finally managed to fall asleep after the sun came up, and once she was out, she was out; days of sleep deprivation catching up with her and successfully ridding her of any possible dreams - just as she had hoped. When she finally awoke, her eyes almost popped out of her head to see that it was close to 4:00 P.M.. She groaned at her self-derailed sleep schedule - and the fact that she had inadvertently given herself considerably less time to mentally prepare for Tig's return - as she rolled out of bed, heading downstairs in search of a much-needed meal that her routine the past few days had lacked.
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Tig arrived at the clubhouse with everyone else just after 6:00 P.M., the charity front having proved itself useful once again as they faced no trouble from the law or the Mayans on the short journey to, and from Indian Hills. When he parked his bike, he was surprised to see that Sydney's car wasn't in the lot, and neither was her bike. His forehead creased, painstakingly trying to remember if she had mentioned anything about not being there to welcome him back, during their phone call, but once again, he drew a blank. He shook his head as he begrudgingly chose to surrender, chalking it up to beer brain as he headed toward his dorm to shower off the ride before making his way to her house.
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After a hearty helping of greasy bacon and a sobering cup of coffee, Sydney decided that she would use the spike in energy to clean around the house; something that she'd neglected in the past few weeks that she'd spent with Tig at the clubhouse. She took her time as she deep-cleaned her entire house, trying to enjoy the distraction through the anxiety that was building at the thought of him walking through the front door, which would undoubtedly be any minute now.
She slid her thumb across her phone screen for the fifth time as she thought that she heard a bike approaching through the thick bass that carried through the lemon-scented air, her ears perking up and her heart rate skyrocketing once she realized that the sound was real this time. She felt her eyes squeeze shut in a grimace as she began to tremble nervously, her fuzzy-pink-slipper-clad feet carrying her down the hall and up the stairs where she shut off every light on her way to her bedroom, scurrying past the threshold where she looked around the spotless room for something to do, anything to do.
Tig waltzed up the pathway to the front door of the brown house in a blue button-up, and his usual dark jeans, but what was unusual about his appearance, was the bouquet of red roses and pint of Haagen Dazs Cookie Dough Dynamo that he was carrying. He unlocked the door with his key, a strong waft of furniture polish hitting him in the face when he swung it open. He chuckled, feeling the slight twinge of worry in the back of his mind fading when he realized that she hadn't answered his calls the day before because she had been busy cleaning - something that he made a mental note to help her do more of, since he had been spending so much time in her house.
"Hey, babe?" He called, looking around the dark foyer as he hung his kutte on the hook by the door. He made his way down the hallway and into the kitchen to see that all of the lights were off in there too, setting the ice cream and flowers down on the island before continuing his search on the second level.
Sydney's panic only grew as she heard him calling for her. She had nowhere to go, but she couldn't make herself face him - not when she knew what had taken place. She frantically turned on the TV and ran into her closet in an attempt to play it off like she just hadn't heard him while she was putting her laundry away.
"Syd?" Tig entered the bedroom, smiling when he saw her shadow moving around in the closet.
"Hi." She forced a smile as she poked her head out the door, feeling her insides fluttering in the way that she had always loved - but the butterflies fell dead as he came into the light, daring to stand before her looking so perfect after what he'd done on the road.
"Hi, beautiful..." Tig slipped into the familiar trance as a lazy smile spread across his face once she finally came into view in the thin black tube dress that she wore in an attempt to combat the mid-July heat. "Missed ya." He walked over to where she was leaning against the doorframe with her mass of white-blonde hair piled high on the top of her head, some sexy loose strands that had fallen free, framing that angelic face as he slipped his fingers around her waist and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
"Mmm, I missed you too." She smiled genuinely before stepping out of his gentle grasp, her smile fading the second that she turned her back to him.
Tig scowled when she walked away from him - once again, her actions said one thing, but her body said something completely different. But he ironed out his expression when the obvious conclusion finally came to him, having completely forgotten that she was a girl after all; she must just be on her period, or some weird girl shit that they were for some reason too embarrassed to talk about.
"You been busy?" He directed the encounter elsewhere, looking around at the room that was practically sparkling. The last thing that he wanted was for her to think that he intended to use her as he pleased, even if that sweet pussy was heavy on his mind after a week of distractions…
"Had to keep myself sane somehow." She chuckled, standing by her bedside table where she took off her necklace. "Can only deal with a worried Gemma for so long..." She widened her eyes with a sarcastic smile, kicking off her slippers and pulling the covers back on her bed. "There are leftovers in the fridge if you're hungry."
"You going to bed?" Tig's brows knitted. He didn't mind if she was, he was happy to be home with her - plus, a day on the road after a night of partying had taken a toll, he just hadn't expected her to be the exhausted one.
Sydney shrugged, saying nothing as she avoided his eyes and made herself comfortable. She was tired from the lingering over-exhaustion, but she'd only climbed into bed because she hadn't known what else to do.
"Okay." Tig shrugged, walking over to his side of the bed where he began to unbutton his shirt.
"You should eat-"
"Not hungry." He shook his head, stripping down to his boxers and climbing under the covers next to her.
"Okay." She gave up, settling next to him uncomfortably. "How was Nevada?"
"Good." He nodded. "Jury's gonna take one order at forty-five. Was able to front us twenty, get the other twenty-five when we drop them off."
"Good." Sydney nodded curtly, hoping that business would be the extent of their discussion on the matter.
"Fun party, you would've loved it." He quirked a brow.
"Bet I would've." She snipped, turning away from his disgustingly suggestive expression and gluing her eyes to the TV screen.
Tig decided by the finality in her tone that maybe it wasn't girl shit, maybe she was jealous that she'd had to stay behind and do the bitch work while everybody else got to party in the desert, but that didn't explain why she'd been brushing him off days prior?
Sydney had no clue what the ideal outcome of this plan was as they laid in an awkward silence. She knew that she didn't want him to leave, but she was jittery as all hell while he tended to her nonsensical desires, and laid next to her without question.
"What's wrong?" He nodded to her propped up knee that was vibrating underneath the blanket.
"Oh, nothing. Just a little fried." She tried to brush it off, turning off the TV and laying back in the dim light where she stared at the ceiling.
"C'mere." He pulled her into his arms and wrapped her up tight, hoping that his presence would help bring her back to earth, as it had in the past.
Sydney squeezed her eyes shut as the icy chill, followed by a comforting warmth ran through her body. She wanted so badly to give in to his touch, to inhale his scent - but she couldn't, not when she knew...
"Wanna tell me what's really wrong?" He whispered. He knew by the way that she'd tensed in his arms rather than relaxed as she always did, that she wasn't being honest.
"I told you..." She pleaded softly.
Tig was no match for those innocent eyes that silently begged him not to press the issue, especially with her body pressed up against his... He tore his gaze away, willing himself not to think about anything other than why she would be so anxious, or else he would've found himself with an inappropriately timed erection, and he didn't think that would do him any favors at the moment.
Time passed agonizingly slow as Sydney laid in Tig's arms, trembling furiously, and furious that she couldn't stop trembling - unable to gain any kind of control of her over-exhausted body. But it wasn't until she recoiled when his crotch rubbed against her thigh, that he finally realized what was really going on...
"You can ask." He whispered as he stroked her cheek.
"I can't." She admitted - knowing that she couldn't lie after her dramatically tensed muscles had given her away.
"I wasn't with anyone in Nevada." He lifted her chin up to meet her eyes.
"It's okay, I know the rules." She shook her head rapidly, looking back down at his chest. "I just need to get used to-"
"Sydney." He hushed her. "I don't want to be with anyone else." He looked deep into her eyes, hoping to convey that his statement was the complete truth - so much so that the thought that this was the cause of her worry hadn't even crossed his mind, just like cashing in on the run clause hadn't. He had never wanted anybody as bad as he'd wanted her, the idea of throwing that away for some used up road pussy wasn't even fathomable. He had a reputation as a player, sure - when he was a bachelor, but when a woman was able to get him to the nearly unreachable point of commitment, he committed.
"Are you sure?" She asked meekly. She knew what it was that she wanted with him, with their relationship - but she also knew that she didn't want to be the kind of old lady who got with a biker and then tried to pull him away from the life that she willingly walked into, like Donna or Tara.
"Hell yeah I'm sure." He smiled reassuringly. "This pussy tides me over just fine." He winked.
"Okay." She giggled, her discomfort fading easily since a large portion of it was due to the fact that she hated having a reason to be uncomfortable in the first place.
"I haven't been with anyone since I met you." He clarified, wanting her to know just how important she was - and had always been - to him. "Except a brunette in a red dress..." He squinted thoughtfully.
"Oh, yeah?" Sydney grinned playfully. "Was she hot?" She raised a brow.
"Smokin'." He groaned.
"Hotter than me?" She asked with a voice that turned from playful, to exaggeratedly innocent.
"Of course not." Tig shook his head, sliding his hands down her body as her eyes glinted with prowess.
She hummed as she slid her hands up his broad chest, turning him onto his back. "Tell me about her." She rasped against his neck, getting on top of him as her eyes wandered towards the nightstand.
Tig's eyes widened once he realized what she was saying, checking to see that the devious glint in her eye was still present as he second guessed if he was reading her correctly, because it seemed almost too good to be true…
"She had big tits..." He began wearily.
"Like mine?" She grabbed his hands - those big, strong hands that she loved so much - gently guiding them up her body until he was palming her tits in the tiny dress that she wore while she straddled his chest.
"Yours are nicer, baby." He shook his head, giving them an appreciative squeeze before rubbing his thumbs over her hardening nipples through the fabric.
"What else?"
"Perfect, round ass." He groaned, smirking as she dragged his hands down from her chest, around her waist, until they were cupping her ass where he teased her sensitive skin under the hemline of the dress before he gave it a good smack - a sound that fully hardened him within seconds.
Sydney moaned when he spanked her, retaking his hands and dragging them down her thighs before pulling them back up to gather the dress around her waist, exposing her bare lower half which she grinded against his chest as she continued to guide his hands up her body, rolling the dress up over her head.
"Nice tight, pussy." He licked his lips at the beautiful sight before his glossy blue eyes as he felt his hands being brought down the front of her body where she lifted them slightly as they got lower so that only his fingertips teased her mound.
"I bet her pussy didn't taste like mine."
"Nobody's pussy tastes like yours, Princess." He spoke distantly, his eyes almost popping out of his head when she rose on her knees and brought herself closer and closer to his face before he couldn't take the anticipation any longer, reaching around the back of her thighs and yanking her down to his waiting tongue.
Sydney threw her head back, moaning loudly as his greedy mouth met her sensitive folds. Her toes curled in pleasure as she looked down to watch him as he ate her out eagerly, sucking her lower lip between her teeth. She quickly retook one of his hands - desperate for something in her mouth - trailing it up the front of her body where he closed his palm around her breast along the way, kneading and massaging the smooth skin while licking her in tandem before she finally stopped his groping, bringing his hand up to her mouth where she sucked on his fingers, her eyes rolling back as she grinded her hips down against his tongue.
Tig moaned this time as her movements became more desperate, his erection straining painfully against his boxers while she curled her tongue around his digits. He almost felt relief when she pulled his hand out of her mouth and brought it back down to her thigh, but the comfort was short-lived as she reached for the other. He was so focused on keeping himself under control, gripping her ass to keep her in place as she writhed against his face, that he didn't even notice her leaning over to the nightstand.
Sydney increased the volume of her moans, distracting him from the fact that he didn't feel the smoothness of her skin on his arm, or the warmth of her mouth on his hand, he felt a coldness on his wrist. She shimmied down his body when his eyes ripped away from hers and peered up to see his wrist handcuffed to the bed frame - the one item that she coincidentally hadn't gotten around to putting away.
Tig scowled as he tried to comprehend what was happening for what felt like the hundredth time tonight, searching for her eyes which always seemed to hold the answer - but once he found them pulling his erection free of his cotton confines, his became wide in a combination of shock, fear, and lust.
"But her pussy wasn't as tight as mine." She lowered herself onto him slowly, gritting her teeth so that her moan wouldn't ruin the illusion. "Right, Tiggy?"
Tig groaned, his hips involuntarily bucking up into her. "No." He choked out, squeezing her thigh with his free hand - almost having forgotten just how tight she really was.
She lifted herself up, feeling every inch of him as she did so before slowly sliding back down, freely moaning this time as he filled her completely. "Did she get wet for you like I do?" She whined as she began a rhythm, leveraging herself on the metal bed frame where his wrist was secured.
Tig couldn't formulate an answer as she rode him so perfectly, so unexpectedly - responding by squeezing her ass as his hand guided her up and down. He was completely at a loss for words - not only over how good it felt, but over how much he was enjoying it. He'd always been a guy who was open to - and enjoyed - just about anything, but he always preferred being dominant past the point of seduction. There was too much trauma in submission for him not to, and he countered that with the obedient nature of his job. But something about this - something about her, had him harder than he'd ever been in his entire life.
"No." He growled as he felt his balls beginning to seize up prematurely. "But she screamed when I fucked her, like you're about to do." Even if he did enjoy it, he enjoyed the power struggle, more. He began a rhythm of his own as he bent his knees, pistoning his hips up into her as hard as he could from where she had him pinned down.
Sydney cried out when he changed his angle and pace, the position perfectly hitting the sensitive spot inside of her, but she refused to give in. "You think so?" She grit her teeth as she spoke, trying to keep her voice level as she looked into his resolved gaze with a fierce fire in hers.
"Yeah, I do." He leaned up, speaking condescendingly into her mouth before crashing his lips into hers, battling her tongue for dominance.
"I don't." She pulled away with a smirk.
Tig whimpered involuntarily as she lifted herself off of him, opening his mouth to protest when her hand wove into his hair and yanked him down to the pillow. "Behave." She dove for his lips as she held him in place, pulling at the bottom one aggressively before abruptly pulling away and spitting directly into his mouth, her tongue following immediately after. "Don't make me tie up the other one."
Tig grinned wildly, abandoning his frustration over the fact that he nearly came on the spot. This girl was a freak, and he couldn't believe how lucky he'd gotten. He watched her make her next move, turning around and swinging her leg over his chest where she leaned over, beginning to tease the tip of his dick with her tongue, groaning when her lips fully wrapped around him. He knew that he would burst any second if he didn't distract himself, so he leaned up, pulling her down to his mouth to keep himself busy.
"No..." He felt the warmth of her mouth leave his cock, and the chill of her foot against his forehead, pushing him back down to the pillow. "Stay." She ordered over her shoulder, returning to sucking him off where she brought him to the edge before she stopped, crawling down and positioning herself over him.
Tig felt like his entire body was on fire as she teased him like never before - used him like never before. He felt his teeth grinding together harshly when he finally saw it as she got to her knees: the perfect opportunity. He used his free hand to grab her hair in one swift motion, using his legs on either side of her to flip them over completely, ignoring the stinging in his wrist. He successfully landed her on her stomach where he hovered over her, pulling her up to her knees by her hair before entering her from behind, snapping his hips against her quick and hard.
Sydney screamed in surprise when she felt the intense pleasure wash over her before she could even comprehend what had happened, not having anticipated his sneak attack at all. But she was so turned on that she no longer cared about winning this game, giving into his dominance as she pushed her hips back against his and let him take her.
"Did you come inside her like you come inside me?" She tilted her head all the way back, lazily looking up at him through the almost unbearable pleasure with glossy eyes, and red cheeks.
"This is the only pussy I wanna fill, baby." He groaned, his grip on her hair getting tighter as he came closer.
"Show me." She whispered with a rasp, spurring him on from where she teetered on the edge.
Tig was almost glad to have his wrist cuffed to the bed, because it gave him no choice but to have something to steady himself against as he spilled his seed into her as the most intense orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks. His body almost gave way, but he refused to stop - or even slow his pace - until she came, which luckily didn't take long once she felt him hot and pulsing inside of her, looking him in the eye as she finally came undone.
Tig rolled over onto his side once he was satisfied that she was taken care of, pulling her with him as he caught his breath. "I hope you didn't change these sheets yet." He chuckled.
"Nah, I knew better." She laughed, looking back at him with a wink, taking her time and enjoying the comedown before she decided that she better uncuff him, swinging her leg over his chest where straddled him as she unlocked the restraints.
"We should just leave those there..." Tig smirked as he pulled his wrist free, rubbing the reddened skin where the metal had been.
"You like being chained up, Sergeant?" She smirked, retreating when he raised a brow warningly. "Or do you wanna chain me up?" She whispered in his ear before pulling away.
"Baby, you got no fuckin' idea..." His eyes roamed over her body; bare and marked from where his hand had been.
She bit her lip, leaving the cuffs hanging as she returned to her side of the bed where she curled up next to him and closed her eyes, enjoying the closeness and comfortability that the last couple of weeks had lacked. That was until she heard it - the sound that until now, she hadn't realized she had been so desperately trying to avoid.
Tig had been lulled to sleep quickly by her soft breathing and warm body, exhausted from not only the road and the sex, but also the emotional toll, and horrible night's sleep that he'd had in the bathtub. "Are you going to sleep?" He heard, cracking his eyes open to see her looking up at him nervously.
"Rode all day..." He explained.
"Okay..." She nodded, watching as he closed his eyes and dozed back off.
Sydney felt the anger beginning to bloom in her chest as she cursed the bite that she felt in her nerves over something so stupid, something that she knew she couldn't avoid forever - but she wasn't ready to deal with it happening again, and knowing that it was her fault.
Tig felt her getting up off of the bed softly in his light slumber, pulling on her dress and tiptoeing out the door. He frowned, feeling a pinch in his heart and a tick in his brain as she left him in bed alone. He'd thought that they'd cleared that up - that she had nothing to be afraid of in being close to him. But that was when it hit him. Afraid. She was afraid, but she wasn't afraid of sleeping with him, and she wasn't afraid of him sleeping with others - she was afraid of them sleeping together.
He pulled on his boxers and followed her downstairs. Darkness had set in over the small town since he'd arrived back, so the house had virtually no visibility except for the overhead light on the stove that shone from the kitchen - illuminating Sydney where she sat at the bottom of the stairs with her knees pulled up to her chest.
"Baby..." His voice almost cracked at the sad sight; her, sitting in the dark, alone and scared because of him. He crouched down next to her, reaching for her hand that he squeezed while she continued to look in the opposite direction. "Did I really scare you that bad?" He whispered in horror.
"No." She answered quickly, whipping her head towards his as she heard the awful assumption that made her heart sting. "Not at all." The little light that there was, bounced off of the tears in her eyes. "But I think that I scared you..." She whispered sadly.
"No." Tig shook his head rapidly, taking her face in his hand as tears pricked at his own eyes as the painful memory continued to bleed into his life, no matter how much gauze he packed the wound with. "No, it's not like that." He looked down at the carpeted stairs, trying to find the right words. "You do the opposite." He nodded, looking back into her eyes. "That dream… That dream was brought on because of how happy you make me. It was a memory - old shit that I push away... Hasn't come out in a long time because I haven't felt anything close to that, until I met you." He managed to speak vaguely on the subject without feeling like his heart was being ripped out. "I used to wake up from dreams every night, but now I sleep better because of you. And when you aren't around, alcohol is." He shrugged.
Sydney nodded, accepting what he was saying as the sad explanation pulled even harder on her heartstrings, realizing that they had both been suffering so unnecessarily because of their lack of communication. "I'm sorry..." She sniffled, her voice strained from holding back tears.
"Don't be sorry, Angel." He shook his head, bringing her into his lap where he hugged her.
A few loose tears trickled down her face as he rubbed her back soothingly, begrudgingly allowing herself to release her emotions as she squeezed him tight. "I love you." She pulled away, running her thumb over his cheekbone.
"I love you too." He nodded, taking her hand in his and kissing her fingers. "Stay here." He told her before heading back upstairs, returning with an armful of pillows and blankets where he led her to the living room. He knew that he was going to fall asleep before her, and he didn't want her to be alone in the dark, terrified while he did so.
"What's this?" Sydney asked behind him with a grin, standing at the island in the kitchen where Tig had completely forgotten about the gifts that he'd brought for her.
"Oh." He blushed, dropping the bedding on the coffee table and walking over to her. "I don't know, I just..." He stumbled over his words as he looked to the floor bashfully.
"If this doesn't say 'I feel bad for fucking a road whore' then I don't know what does." She smirked.
Tig laughed, his anxiety easing when she made light of the unfamiliar situation, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her cheek. "I guess I should've remembered to put that in the freezer..." He grimaced as she held up the tub of surely melted ice cream.
"It's okay, you know I like it like this." She shrugged, smiling as she popped the top off and tilted the carton up towards her lips as she walked towards the couch, setting it down on the coffee table where she picked up a blanket before she felt her feet being swept out from under her, squealing as Tig tossed her onto the loveseat.
"Stay there, I got it." He laughed.
Sydney smiled challengingly with a raised brow, crossing her legs and watching in amusement until she eventually got bored, taking it upon herself to swipe the TV remote and choose something to watch before he could put on another awful war movie.
"Acceptable?" Tig asked once he completed the inviting display of pillows and blankets.
"Hmmm..." She squinted, tapping her chin with her index finger. "Go sit down." She nodded.
Tig was confused but did as he was told, making himself comfortable against the seatback, leaving room for her to lay down in front of him.
"Now it is." She smirked, hopping up and bounding over to where he laid, waiting for her. "Is this movie acceptable?"
Tig looked to the TV to see some horror movie that he didn't recognize, but he didn't care, all he could focus on was her. He nodded, his eyes flicking down to her lips as she laid on her back. He wrapped his hand around her throat, holding her in place gently as he kissed her slowly.
Sydney felt her entire body melt and tingle when he kissed her with such passion, pressing her body against his and bringing her hands to his face as she kissed back just as emotionally. His hands roamed her body appreciatively, his lips moving to her neck and down her chest where he placed gentle kisses, pulling her dress down where he licked at her hard nipples, revelling in the sensuality.
"Slow?" He whispered as he sat up, wiggling her out of her dress completely and pulling his boxers down before lifting her body to press against his once they were both free of clothing.
"Please." She nodded needily.
He nodded, leaning down where he lightly sucked the skin behind her ear, bringing her hands above her head as he moved to tease her nipples, sucking lightly.
Sydney giggled and writhed under his gentle minustrations, moaning as she became accustomed to the feeling of his mouth on her in such a different way than she was used to - an anticipation that brought her senses to an all time high.
"You like it slow, baby?" He asked as he felt her entire body beginning to vibrate in his hands.
"Yes, Alex." She whined with her eyes closed.
Tig's eyes rolled back when the name slipped from her lips, never knowing that the pussy ass, government-issued identifier that he'd been burdened with, could sound so good.
Sydney looked up at him when he didn't say anything, worried that she had ruined the moment by carelessly using the forbidden title - but she instead saw that it had only hooded his eyes with affection.
"Say it again." He rasped, inches from her lips.
"Yes, Alex." She spoke into his mouth before his lips came back down on hers, his tongue claiming her mouth as he lined himself up with her wetness and pushed into her slow enough that it made him antsy.
"Oh, God..." She choked out as he filled her, beginning an agonizing pace that let her feel every single inch of him as he slid in and out of her.
"You feel so fucking good, doll." He sucked the shell of her ear as he fucked her, deep and slow.
"So do you." She nodded, pulling him to her lips where she breathed her low moans into his mouth. "I love you." She whimpered, surrendering herself to her emotions that were still running high as they made love.
"I love you too, baby." He nodded, weaving his fingers through her hair and kissing her deeply as he continued his movements.
"I'm gonna come..." She whined, eventually refocusing on the feeling rather than her feelings, her eyes rolling back with each stroke that bottomed out.
"Come baby, come for me." He urged, attaching his lips to her jaw.
She let go at his command, gripping the soft curls at the back of his neck as her walls pulsed around him - deep inside of her where he belonged. He continued his pace, slow and deep, marinating in her euphoria until he came as well, stilling himself on top of her as he came down for the second time. Now he was truly exhausted.
Sydney sighed as he wrapped her up in his arms, inhaling the intoxicating scent that she'd missed far too much. Both of them were close to sleep, and neither of them paid any attention to the movie playing on the TV - too busy being thoroughly lost in each other.
"You know, I never got my pictures..." He looked down at her with a raised brow.
"I didn't know you were serious with that shit phone." She scoffed with a playful smile.
"Hey, there is nothing wrong with my phone, okay? I can see everything that I need to see." He shook his head with a grin.
"I'll make sure you get some next time." She chuckled, clutching onto his arm and drifting into the first peaceful night's sleep that she'd had in days.
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Tag yourself, I'm Tig trying to mansplain everything to himself. I hope that you all missed the good old fashioned TigxSyd smut as much as I missed writing it!
Songs for this chapter
Freak - Doja Cat
Addicted - Saving Abel