My world to Free-use

**Chapter 46**

“What do you think?” Tom asked Tristan as the two of them sat in the quiet of his study. Outside, the pool party continued, laughter and water sounds drifting faintly through the closed windows.

“The boy seems sharp for his age,” Tristan replied after a moment. “It won’t be easy, but if we can bring him in, the recent losses can be covered without too much damage.”

Tom nodded. “I agree. The Haller family has more than enough capital to make that possible. The only real problem is getting his cooperation.”

Tristan leaned back in his chair, thinking. “Don’t worry too much about that. He’s still young—just stepping into manhood. Dealing with someone his age is straightforward. A pretty girl is usually enough to open the door.”

Tom gave him a meaningful look.

Tristan sighed. “I’ll see if my daughter can coincidentally run into him at the mall.”

Their earlier attempt at letting Carol and Tyler naturally hit it off had been shut down cleanly. Tyler hadn’t shown any real interest. Still, people who understood social maneuvering rarely needed much to work with. One conversation could be enough, and from a conversation the path to something more private was rarely far.

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The pool party continued without the older men. Ross stayed close to Mira, trying to hold her attention while she treated him like he barely existed. Scott sat alone on a sun lounger near the far edge of the pool, still cradling his injured hand. Even eating seemed difficult for him. Whatever damage had been done, it would at least make him think twice before approaching Sasha again.

Aunt Elise and Selena remained in their own conversation. Selena kept talking about her travels and expensive experiences while Aunt Elise listened with polite patience, clearly letting most of it pass straight through without sticking.

Sasha sat with the other girls, throwing me small, flirty glances whenever she thought no one else was watching. I still couldn’t get a clear read on Mira. Whether she had found the missing panties or not remained an open question, and the uncertainty sat uncomfortably in the back of my mind.

Sara continued avoiding my eyes completely. Carol, on the other hand, kept looking for openings to start a conversation. Under different circumstances I might have responded more openly—she was attractive enough, and the signals she was sending were clear. I was fairly certain a first date with her would have ended somewhere private. Right now, though, too many other things occupied my attention.

I sat among them, smiling when it was expected and answering when spoken to, yet the overall atmosphere never really shifted. Sasha remained playfully provocative, Mira stayed focused on her sister, Sara kept her distance, and Carol kept trying.

The afternoon might have stayed ordinary until Sasha suddenly sat up straight.

“Oh no!”

Everyone turned toward her.

“What?” Sara asked, more startled than the others.

“I had a package to pick up today and completely forgot about it.” Sasha checked the time on her watch, worry clear on her face. “There’s still time if I leave right now.”

She looked at Mira. Mira immediately looked away, already knowing what request was coming. Sasha scoffed quietly and turned to me instead.

“Can you take me, Tyler? I swear it isn’t far.”

Something about the timing and the way she asked felt slightly off, but I still nodded. “Sure.”

“Yay!” She gave me a quick, warm hug and then hurried toward the house. “I’ll just throw a shirt on and meet you in the driveway!”

I turned back to the others. “Sorry, everyone. Looks like that’s it for me today.”

“You know you didn’t have to go, right?” Mira said.

I smiled. “Can you say no to her when she’s like that?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.

“Well, I can’t.”

I left the conversation there and headed for the driveway, equipping a plain dark T-shirt from my inventory as I walked. I didn’t have to wait long. Sasha came jogging out of the house wearing only a loose white shirt over her swimsuit. The bottom of the one-piece was still visible beneath the hem, but it made little practical difference.

“You’re not planning on going out like that, are you?” I asked as she reached the car.

She only smiled. “I won’t be going anywhere outside your car.”

“Why?”

She kept the same playful smile and gave no further explanation. When Sasha was in this bright, insistent mood, it was difficult to refuse her. We got into the car, and I pulled away from the house, the sight of the house fading behind us.

We hadn’t been on the road for more than a few minutes when she spoke again.

“Pull over here.”

“Why?”

The answer came immediately and without words. She pulled the white shirt over her head and dropped it onto the floor of the car. Then she slid the straps of her swimsuit down her shoulders, lifted her hips, and squirmed out of the rest of the fabric until she was completely naked in the passenger seat. Her skin looked warm under the filtered sunlight. Between her legs she was already visibly wet, the soft folds glistening.

“I can’t take it anymore, Tyler,” she said, voice low and strained. “Please do something about it.”

The desperation in her tone left little room for hesitation. I checked the mirrors, pulled the car onto a quiet side stretch of road, and tinted the windows until the outside world disappeared.

The pink haze pouring off her body thickened the moment I leaned across the console. It filled the small space of the car with that familiar sweet, heavy pressure.

[Lust level: Orange]

My own lust climbed in direct response. The unfinished attention from earlier under the table had left me sensitive and already half-hard. Now the proximity to her bare skin and the concentrated haze pushed me the rest of the way. I didn’t waste time with more talking. I shifted across, guided one of her legs up onto the seat, and lowered my head between her thighs.

The first contact of my mouth against her lower lips was immediate and overwhelming. She was so wet that my lips were coated in a single second. The taste was sweet and slightly musky, warmer than I expected, and it spread across my tongue as I opened my mouth wider and pressed in.

“Ahhn~~”

The sound she made was raw and unrestrained. Both of her hands came down, fingers sliding into my hair, and she pushed my head more firmly against her. I responded by sealing my mouth over her and beginning to drink. Soft, warm fluid filled my mouth in steady amounts while the pink haze seemed to flow into me along with it, sinking under my skin and feeding something deeper than ordinary arousal.

My cock strained hard against the confines of my jammers, almost painfully so, yet the more of her I took in, the more a strange satisfaction layered itself over the need. I swallowed, licked deeper, and swallowed again. Gulp after gulp.

“Ahhnn~~ Hunnggg~~~ Ehhuun~~”

Sasha’s moans grew louder and less controlled with every pass of my tongue. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head. The hand that had been pressing me down eventually lost strength and simply rested in my hair, fingers tightening and loosening in time with the waves moving through her body. When I glanced upward, her head was tipped back against the seat, mouth open, tongue slightly visible, eyes half-rolled. The expression was pure, unfiltered ecstasy—nothing like the exaggerated performances in videos. This was the real thing: a body completely overtaken by sensation while still remaining present in the world.

I stayed focused on the task. My tongue moved in steady, deliberate patterns—broad strokes along the full length of her folds, then narrower attention to the entrance, then back again—while she continued to fall apart above me. The wet sounds of my mouth working her filled the quiet car, mixed with her increasingly broken breathing.

When I finally shifted my focus higher and found the small, swollen nub of her clit, I gave it one slow, deliberate lick with the flat of my tongue.

That single contact was enough.

“TYLER~~~~!!!!!!!!!”

Her strength returned in a sudden, violent rush. Both hands slammed down on the back of my head, crushing my face against her pussy, while her thighs clamped tightly around my ears. She came hard. A strong, steady stream of fluid flooded my mouth, and I swallowed as fast as I could, refusing to let any of it escape. The more I drank, the sharper the hunger became, and yet each mouthful also fed a deep, physical satisfaction that only made me want more.

I kept my mouth sealed over her and continued licking and sucking through the entire orgasm, drawing out every pulse until the forceful stream slowed to scattered droplets. Even after the main climax passed, her pussy remained hypersensitive. Every light pass of my tongue over the reddened folds pulled another small, broken sound from her throat. The soft flesh had turned a deeper shade of pink from the attention, still twitching visibly, still glistening, still inviting.

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I sat up, the taste of her still thick on my tongue, and lowered the jammers with one hand. My cock sprang free immediately—fully hard, flushed, and aching. The cool air of the car against the heated skin only sharpened the need.

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