At dawn, the outer cellar gate opened, and Sheila stepped inside. Her dark, curly hair was barely discernible in the faint light filtering down the stairs.
Sheila's gaze fell upon the figure sleeping on the cold floor. Despite recent renovations, its newly poured concrete floor must have remained intensely cold throughout the night.
She said, "Child, you should wake up now."
Tyler's gaze met Sheila's, and he registered the pity in her voice. He mumbled, "What I wouldn't do for a good life."
Sheila heard him. "I hope all this is worth it, and you find such a life."
Tyler replied, "I hope so too."
He stretched, his bones cracking, and a yawn escaped his throat. His body felt new, much like the transformative full moon he had experienced just days prior.
He stood up, already dressed in what remained of his clothes from hours ago.
He noticed Sheila looked tired, likely from sleeping in the car. He felt a pang of discomfort for putting her through this.
He smiled brightly at her. "Let's go for a good breakfast, then I'll drive you home."
She smiled back. "You better."
…
"Tyler," Caroline's voice called out as he passed the spot where his friends usually waited for class.
His friends exchanged a look with him. "You guys go," he told them.
He smiled at Caroline, pulling her closer for a quick kiss. As he pulled away, he gazed at her, her green eyes sparkling under the sun. "Good morning, gorgeous."
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, a playful smile on her face. "Mom's on duty tonight, and tomorrow's the weekend. Come over."
He was about to respond with an enthusiastic 'fuck yeah' when he remembered his evenings were booked for the foreseeable future…
His face twitched at the lost opportunity, but then an idea sparked. Leaning in close to her ear, he murmured, "Tonight's family dinner. Why not try something different right after school?" His fingers traced her lips, finding the soft curve where their gazes often met, and he brushed them lightly. "With this?"
Her eyes trembled at his touch, a reaction he didn't miss. His thumb gently pulled her bottom lip down before releasing it with a soft snap.
He stepped back, his arms encircling her waist. "Let's go to class."
As they walked into the open space, he slowly withdrew his hands, but not before giving the inside of her ass a quick pinch. She stiffened, but otherwise showed no reaction.
After entering the school building, Caroline immediately quickened her pace toward Elena, who was talking with Stefan. "Hi guys, what's up?"
Tyler rolled his eyes at her beckoning gesture but followed anyway. A great evening was on the line if he kept this blonde's mood up.
Stefan gave him a measured look, his large green irises watching without a flicker.
With the kindest voice Tyler had ever heard from a man, Stefan said, "We were going to ask you guys to hang out tomorrow."
"Really?" Caroline asked, ignoring Elena's warning glance. "I thought you guys would do some naughty stuff by yourselves."
Elena interjected, "Yeah, we also thought you guys might be busy with that too, which is why we're only asking for tomorrow."
Meanwhile, Tyler and Stefan both looked away, searching for anything that didn't involve their opinion, as both girls awaited their input.
Where's the bell when you need it?
…
Once the final bell rang, Tyler headed to the parking lot. As he waited for Caroline by the car, his thoughts drifted to the Gilberts.
His mother had finally requested the Gilbert Device from them. It was a tool known for detecting both werewolves and vampires and he had been waiting patiently for it. Just minutes earlier, Elena had given him permission to retrieve it from her house from Jenna after confirming her aunt was home, as Elena had other commitments.
He was unwilling to wait another day, not with such a device still unaccounted for, and was determined to retrieve it now.
The car's chassis creaked, pulling him away from his thoughts.
"What are you thinking about?"
Tyler leaned away from the car and opened the door. "You."
Caroline hummed as she fastened her seatbelt. He drove the car out of the parking lot and shifted into second gear. He took her hand, relaxing as he steered with his left hand.
…
"Jenna, I'm here for the watch." Tyler gave his best smile to the gorgeous woman. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back in a careless bun, and her hazel eyes locked with his, holding the same knowing look she'd given him when she caught him checking her out.
"Come on in while I get it," she said.
Tyler smiled, stepping inside. She ascended to the second floor, and he waited for a few seconds.
Then he heard Jeremy curse, "Fuck," followed by the thud of a body hitting the floor. Someone was clearly naughty, skipping school in the first week.
He honestly didn't want to listen, especially when he heard Vicki's voice too, so he simply looked around. The house looked just as it did in the show. His gaze landed on the kitchen, which reminded him of scenes featuring Katherine, Elena's biological father, and many others.
Jenna's voice called out, "I'll deal with you after I've given him this!"
Footsteps sounded from the stairs, and he turned to look up. When she was just a few steps from the bottom, Jeremy showed himself from the second floor, saying, "What? This is my house too."
Jenna's eyes glittered with a certain wetness as she turned red-faced and yelled at Jeremy, "I said I will deal with you!"
When she tried to turn back again, her torso arched slightly, and his eyes caught her feet missing a step. A girlish scream escaped her.
Tyler's eyes widened. His heart raced as if he were the one falling, and with a swift, large stride, he reached the foot of the stairs, caught her right wrist, and yanked her toward him.
He grunted as her back connected with the side of his face. His left hand instinctively reached around her, grabbing her at the navel as she slid down. He turned, dissipating the force, carrying her with him for a few steps. The momentum ceased as her hips settled against his crotch, his right hand crossing her captured wrist between her breasts. Tyler's senses went into overdrive during the contact. He registered the slide of her hips from his chest to his crotch, her hair settling on his shoulder, her widened eyes looking up to meet his gaze. He asked, "Are you okay?"
Her irises made micro-movements, the kind seen during a heart-stopping moment, tinged with a touch of thrill, as her upturned gaze met his.
She closed her eyes and dropped her head from his shoulder, allowing her to straighten. Her nerves relaxed; he felt her regain composure as she said with an oddly normal voice, "I am okay. Put me down."
Tyler was already as hard as his pants allowed at that moment, and his hands on her navel—his pinky curling on her bottom, likely right around her bottom lips, pressing her ass hard to his crotch—didn't help as he slid her a little more towards the ground, letting her hands touch the ground. She flailed for a moment as he felt her press too much against his front before her toes touched the ground and she jumped forward without waiting, separating them.
He made sure to straighten his shirt to cover his front bulge. "I should go."
"What the fuck are you trying to do with my aunt, Tyler?" Jeremy's voice reached him.
Tyler turned and gazed sharply at Jeremy, ignoring Vicki's head poking out. "Feeling her out, punk! What are you going to do about it?" Tyler held the gaze for a few seconds. Seeing the dumbfounded Jeremy, who clearly had no bite, he ignored him and went towards the door.
Jenna pushed the watch into his hands, and he took it. Neither looked at the other during this transaction.
He moved to the car with fast steps.
…
Tyler didn't wait for Caroline to lock the outside door as he yanked her and gave her a kiss. His head still buzzed from the previous experience with Jenna, and his mind and body were all working to get the satisfaction they needed.
Their eyes met, and Caroline closed her eyes and breathed out as her feet wrapped around his left calf. He sent his hands across her back, down her back, wrapping them around her ass as he pulled her up, creating as much friction around their sex as possible.
Both moaned as he tried to figure out a way to her room. By the time he pushed the door open, he had already pulled off her bra and dove in for the nipple on his left side, her hands around his head tightening.
He walked on to the bed and switched nipples, the unique texture of her areola was on his lips, the hardened nipple being teased by his tongue left and right, up and down.
His hardness started getting uncomfortable, so he pulled himself back. He watched as she breathed in and out with a heavy rhythm, her eyes opened just a crack, her breasts following the rhythm of her movements.
He pulled his shirt off and unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. His hands gripped her calves to reach the end of the bed, and then pulled her up, kissed her, and rotated her so he could sit.
Now she was leaning, her breasts hanging down. His hands wrapped around them as he mumbled the words in between kisses, "Let's try it."
She froze for a second, her gaze looking down as he sat on the bed in his boxers, she naked with only her skirt on. Her voice was disrupted with heavy breathing. "It will be awkward."
Tyler chuckled and leaned his head on her shoulder and pushed up a little, dropping his boxers and removing it with his legs. "It's supposed to feel awkward. Come on."
He decided not to make her kneel on the floor. It would be more comfortable on the bed so he moved backwards until his head rested on her pillows. He watched her as she touched his knees and looked at his dick. It twitched at times due to unintentional contractions.
Caroline looked at him. Her eyes were now more bluish than the usual, mostly green tone. "Okay."
Her hands reached for the bottom of his penis, and his glutes squeezed unintentionally, shaking her entire arm.
The awkwardness was still there, but she still lay down on her side and brought her head to the right side of his navel and rested it, her hands dragged up towards the tip, and her lips reached forward to give a kiss on where her hands were moments ago.
Tyler grunted, his neck tightening as her lips, softer than her hands and moist, gave a euphoric feeling to the experience.
Between her lips, her pointy tongue reached it, giving more moisture as her head moved, his member ticklish from her nipples and hair grazing it.
After giving enough moisture, she pulled her head away and brought her hands from the tip of his penis back to the base where it was wet. She rotated her hands to spread it around and moved it up and down. The feeling it gave was different than masturbation, as her hands did it not based on his pleasure, but what felt right to her.
His head focused on the feeling as her hand movements increased, and at some point, her head's weight stopped resting on his body. Focusing on her, he saw her looking from her peripheral vision as her lips wrapped around the tip from the side, with his tip touching her cheek. One side was cool, the other wrapped in a space with moisture and heat of breath, giving mixed feelings of unique pleasure.
Fucking hell. If this continued, he would be edged to death. He pulled his left leg up and pushed with his feet to angle his penis fully onto her mouth, lifting his ass from the bed to slide in while she kept the same tightness of the lips until his push met resistance from her tongue, while the edge of his penis gave the feeling of her teeth in minor contact with it.
Her hand on his base tightened, and she had to pull herself straight from her side pose, which made her face visible to him. Her hair spilled to one side, and she pulled her teeth away and moved up just a little bit before trying to take in more of it.
Her throat made noise, so she pulled off his penis as she breathed, her naked chest squeezed between her arms. "It's already giving my jaw pain."
Tyler got up to his feet on the bed and approached her. He had to bring his head down a little as the ceiling was close.
Honestly, the first times were a pain to deal with. But it gave another kind of reward. In this case, the previous lip movement boiled his blood so much that he wanted to trash around. If she had continued, he would not have been able to continue. The other benefit was that she would eventually get used to it, so it only required a little patience.
He pulled her to her knees, and with both his hands, he slipped them through her hair towards the sides and aligned himself with her lips.
His eyes caught himself in the mirror. Looking at his massive figure over the sexy girl on her knees, just imagining him being the girl made him feel self-conscious. Girls were strong not to feel intimidated. He rotated his hands and pushed her cheeks down, opening her lips and slowly pushed in.
The head disappeared easily. His attention was on her eyes as she followed it going in.
He angled her head a little up and pushed half of his penis in, letting it lie across her tongue, with the top grazing inside her mouth.
He took a deep breath and slowly moved it in and out.
"Pucker your lips or they will get numb."
She hummed, sending vibrations across.
He pushed further, making his knees bend more. After some time, he dropped his hands to his sides and watched her work it out.
She couldn't take it all, so he said, "Add your hand to the rest of it."
Caroline's fingers wrapped around the lower half of his shaft, her grip tentative but firm as she synced her hand with the slow bobbing of her head. The combination hit Tyler like a wave—her warm mouth enveloping the tip and upper length, slick and eager despite the inexperience, while her hand twisted gently on the strokes, spreading the wetness further down.
He groaned low in his throat, his hands threading back into her hair, just holding, feeling the rhythm she was finding on her own. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside each time she took him in deeper, experimenting with swirls that made his hips twitch involuntarily. Saliva built up, dripping down to where her fingers worked, making everything smoother, messier.
"That's it... just like that," he murmured, voice rough. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, those bluish-green irises wide and glassy, cheeks hollowed as she sucked a little harder. The sight of her—kneeling between his legs, skirt bunched around her waist, breasts swaying slightly with each movement—pushed him closer to the edge.
She pulled off for a moment, gasping, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip before breaking. Her hand kept pumping steadily, thumb brushing over the sensitive head on every upstroke. "Like this?" she whispered, voice breathy and unsure, but there was a spark of curiosity in it.
"Yeah... fuck, exactly like that." He guided her head back down gently, and she took him in again, more confidently this time, her lips sealing tighter as her hand and mouth moved in tandem. The awkwardness was fading, replaced by a raw, building heat. Her free hand rested on his thigh for balance, nails digging in lightly when he bucked a little too hard, choking her.
Tyler's breathing grew ragged, his abs tightening as the pressure coiled low in his gut. He watched her in the mirror again—the contrast of her delicate frame against his, her hair falling in waves over one shoulder, lips stretched around him.
"Caroline... I'm close," he warned, voice strained, giving her a chance to pull away. She hummed again, the vibration sending sparks up his spine, and took him a fraction deeper, her hand speeding up just enough.
He came with a deep grunt, hips jerking as he spilled into her mouth. She froze for a second, eyes widening, but then swallowed instinctively, her throat working around him as she kept the suction light until he was spent. A little escaped the corner of her lips, trailing down her chin, but she didn't pull off until he softened slightly, his hand stroking her hair in silent appreciation.
Finally, she released him, breathing heavily, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her cheeks were flushed deep red, eyes dazed but satisfied in a way that mirrored his own post-release haze.
Caroline stood up slowly from her knees, legs a little shaky, her skirt still rumpled around her hips. She wiped the corner of her mouth again, then her chin, giving Tyler a small, almost shy smile.
"I… need water," she said, voice hoarse. She turned toward the door, barefoot steps soft on the floor as she headed for the kitchen, not bothering to fix her skirt or find her bra.
Tyler lay back on the bed for a moment, chest still heaving, staring at the ceiling. The release had been intense, but the buzz from earlier with Jenna still flickered at the edges of his mind, like an itch he couldn't quite scratch. Caroline's mouth had been incredible, raw and new, but his body wasn't done. Not even close.
He pushed himself up, and followed her naked into the hallway. The cool air hit his skin, but the heat in his blood kept him warm. He found her in the kitchen, bent slightly over the sink as she filled a glass from the tap, chugging it down in long, greedy gulps. Water spilled a little at the corners of her mouth, trailing down her neck and between her breasts.
She didn't hear him approach. Tyler came up behind her, hands sliding around her waist, pressing his already-hardening length against the curve of her ass through the thin fabric of her skirt. Caroline startled, glass clinking against the counter as she set it down, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned back into him with a soft exhale.
His fingers found the waistband of her panties beneath the skirt and tugged them down in one smooth motion, letting them pool at her ankles. She stepped out of them without a word, spreading her legs just enough as he hiked her skirt up over her hips.
Tyler didn't waste time. One hand splayed across her lower back, bending her forward over the counter; the other guided himself to her entrance. She was already wet, slick from the earlier arousal, from the act itself, and he slid in with a single, deep thrust that drew a sharp gasp from her lips.
"Tyler—" she started, but the word dissolved into a moan as he pulled back and drove in again, harder this time.
Jenna's face, her body, the memory of earlier, all of it vanished. There was only Caroline now: the arch of her back, the way her ass pressed against his hips with every thrust, the soft weight of her breasts swaying beneath her as he reached around to cup them.
He fucked her hard, relentless, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the quiet kitchen. His hands roamed greedily, pinching her nipples until she whimpered, sliding down the smooth plane of her back, gripping her hips to pull her onto him deeper. One palm came down lightly on her ass, not hard enough to sting, just enough to make her clench around him and moan his name. She had an orgasm, but this one was silent, requiring more of them.
Caroline braced her forearms on the counter, head dropping forward, hair spilling over her shoulders as she pushed back to meet him. Her breathing came in ragged bursts, little cries escaping each time he bottomed out. "God… yes… like that," she managed, voice breaking.
Tyler's pace quickened, heaving like in a hunt, the coil tightening low in his gut. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice, not finishing inside her, not risking it. When he felt himself tipping over the edge, he pulled out with a groan, hand stroking himself fast as he came in thick pulses across her skin: hot stripes landing on the curve of her ass, the bunched fabric of her skirt, up the dip of her lower back, even catching in the ends of her hair as she arched instinctively.
Caroline shuddered, staying bent over the counter, breathing hard. Tyler leaned over her for a moment, chest to her back, lips brushing the nape of her neck in a lazy, satisfied kiss.
The kitchen was quiet again except for their slowing breaths and the faint drip of the faucet. Their position were all so familiar as their first time, him splayed over her. Micro movements were the only thing that made them conscious.
He straightened her, his hands mapping the curve of her body as she moaned, grinding her hips lazily against his crotch. He was fully aroused. "Let's continue this in the shower."
Caroline pleaded, "Please, carry me to the shower. And also shower me. My legs are shaking like they did in my early days of cheerleading."
She turned and draped her entire body over him. He had to steady her immediately to keep her from collapsing.
He took a deep breath. He desperately wanted to just collapse, but he resolved to be quick so Sheila wouldn't have to spend the entire night in the car.
Tyler gripped her waist with one hand and kissed the top of her head. "Okay, since you asked so nicely."
She cried out happily. "YESSS! A massage first. Otherwise, you'll have to fuck me lying down."
They laughed at her vulgar demand as they disappeared into the shower.