17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
WYATT
Jesus Christ. What was she trying to do to me? The black dress she wore hugged the top part of her body, including right above her hips, before flaring out around her thighs. It also barely covered much—not typical of the dresses she usually wore that ended above her knees. I was one hundred percent positive if she bent over, I’d get a glimpse of her luscious ass. Hopefully clad in only a thong.
I didn’t even try to hide the fact that I was drinking her in as I let my gaze trail down her body, ending at her sky-high heels. I needed to remember to tell her to leave those on when I drilled into her.
Wait. I blinked. No. That wasn’t what we were doing tonight. Just dinner, I reminded myself again. Showing her what she deserved.
A seductive chuckle left her lips, causing me to raise my eyes back to her face. I cocked a brow. Could she read my mind? Was my need for her written all over my face? I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.
“I’m starting to love when you zone out now.”
“Huh?”
“I asked you what you were making. But I’m pretty sure you didn’t hear me because you were drooling over my legs.”
I shrugged. “I love your legs.” Especially if they were wrapped around my waist, or my head. I shook my head, trying to concentrate on the conversation. “I’m making baked chicken and potatoes. It’s super easy and basic.”
“Smells amazing.”
I turned back to my task of plating everything. “Our wine is already on the balcony with the small gas fire pit going.” With a glance over my shoulder, I added, “But it’s chillier out there than it was last week. So we can eat inside if you want.”
She shook her head. “I’d like to try outside. I’ll grab a throw to cover my legs.”
I hated that idea, but I didn’t want her to be cold either, so I nodded. The black dress she wore had long sleeves, but when she turned, I almost tripped as I moved behind her, plates in hand. The fabric dropped into a V down her back.
Jesus. Maybe this was a test to see how quickly I’d come undone. As if on cue, my dick sprang to life.
I set our plates down and took my seat across from her. The way her hair shimmered in the glow of the fire held me captive. I reluctantly pulled my gaze away and focused on the plate in front of me.
The first few minutes were silent. The crashing of the waves echoed around us, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. It was filled with tension and longing. And I didn’t believe that was only on my end, because every time I snuck a glance at her, she was looking at me too. In those glimpses, I saw so much desire in her eyes it was torture.
The way, and with such intensity, I wanted her was utterly new to me. I didn’t only want sex. I wanted to spend hours exploring her body. Hours making her feel good. All goddamn night inside her if she’d let me. And then hold her in my arms until morning. That was something I’d never even considered before now.
“This is good.”
I looked up, blinking at her. “Huh?”
Shit. I’d zoned out again. I tried to hide the smirk, but I failed.
She shook her head. “The food. It’s really good.” She popped a piece of potato in her mouth and moaned around the fork.
I stared at her, totally tuned in to her every move as she brought the fork out of her mouth slowly, running her tongue along the underside. Images of her taking my cock into her pretty little mouth in exactly the same way flashed through my mind. I shifted, fighting off a groan.
She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth as she forked another piece and then repeated the same motions.
“You like teasing me?” I raised a brow.
“I like the way you make me feel when you look at me like that.” She brought the fork back to her mouth and took a bite.
I mimicked the action, taking another bite of my own food. “How do I look at you?” Could she see the intense desire that I constantly felt around her?
“Like you want to rip my clothes off and have your way with me.”
I nodded. “It’s so much more than that, Angie. And it’s a first for me.” I held her gaze, hoping she could see the truth behind my words. “I’m dying to taste you?—”
Her breath hitched and her pupils dilated. But I wasn’t done.
“To touch you, explore every inch of your body, then make you come on my cock over and over again until we’re both spent.”
Her eyes darkened to an almost black and her gorgeous tits heaved up and down as her breathing sped up.
“But then I want to fall asleep with you in my arms.” I reached across the table and laid my hand on top of hers. “And I’ll spend however long it’ll take showing you exactly that.”
After another minute of silence, she spoke in a barely there whisper. “I want that too. All of that.”
Part of me came alive with excitement at what her words meant, but then I quickly squashed that excitement. I wanted—no, needed—her to be sure. Because the minute I had her, she would be mine.
I swallowed and took a breath, putting together my thoughts before opening my mouth. It wasn’t something that came easy, but I had to be better, and she made me want to do that.
“Angie,” I reached across the table again and took her hand. “I want you to be sure.” I shook my head when she opened her mouth to respond and went on, “Tonight I want to eat dinner with you and then sit together by the fire. We don’t have to rush the other stuff.”
She let out a sigh and smiled at me. “When you say the most perfect things like that, it makes me want you more.”
I brought my fork to my mouth again. “I’m not trying to say perfect things, only honest things.”
She shook her head and began eating again. “Tell me how you became Instagram famous.”
I groaned. Jesus, I should have seen this coming, but the last thing I wanted to do was talk about one of my exes.
“My sister said you dated one of my favorite actresses, so I gotta know.”
I nodded. “Kennedy was great, and our relationship was okay. But she was filming a TV show when we started dating, and I was in my sophomore year of college. So we barely saw each other. And I don’t think either of us was invested enough to make it work.”
“Why do I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me?”
Fuck. I’d be lying if I said her being able to read me so well didn’t freak me out a bit. I pushed my plate away and sat back in my chair.
“Honesty, remember?” She stared at me expectantly.
“After things ended with Kennedy, I met someone else.” I crossed my arms. “It ended very badly, and after that, I decided I wasn’t cut out for serious relationships.”
Her brows rose slightly. Exactly what I was trying to avoid. I needed her to know I was done carrying that baggage around. Angie wasn’t Amanda.
“Until now,” I added.
“Now… you think you are?”
“I’m willing to try.” I shrugged. “I don’t know. With you it feels… easier, I guess, or maybe more intense. But more importantly, you are the first woman in almost eight years who makes me want something more. So, I think that speaks volumes.”
She smiled and set her fork down before grabbing her glass of wine. I stood, holding my own glass, and offered her my hand, ready to be closer to her. Her fingers laced through mine, and I led her around the table to the double chaise lounge that sat next to the fire pit. It was plenty big enough for both of us, but I obviously would allow her to take the other one if she wanted space.
After putting our glasses on the small table, I positioned myself on one side and patted the seat next to me. “Join me?”
She eyed the space next to me with a raised brow, but after a moment of indecision, she lay down next to me. I stretched out my arm and she curled into the crook of it.
Damn, it all felt so perfect.
We lay like that, sipping our wines, until I felt her shiver.
“Are you cold? I can grab the blanket you brought out. Or we can go inside if you want.”
She shook her head and looked up at me. “Not cold.”
Desire swam in her eyes and she leaned up, pressing her lips to mine, catching me off guard. She pulled back, searching my face. For what, I didn’t know, but I could clearly see want and vulnerability there.
I wouldn’t stop this, but maybe I could give us both something we wanted without rushing into sex. Threading my fingers through her short locks, I brought her mouth back to mine and devoured her. Nothing was slow about the kiss as our mouths fused and our tongues dueled.
Gripping her knee and pulling it across my leg so her core laid flush against my thigh, I moved her slightly against me and swallowed down the moan that slipped up her throat. I wanted to make her feel good, but I’d been dying to taste her, so I broke the kiss and slid down the lounge until I was almost flat.
“Straddle me, baby.”
Her brows rose high on her forehead. “What?”
“Do you trust me?”
She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Good.” I tugged her leg, and she came willingly to straddle my stomach. “I want you to come on my tongue.”
Her eyes widened. “I?—”
“Please, baby. I’ve been dying to find out how you taste, and I want to watch those tits bounce above me as you ride my face.”
Her pupils blew out and her teeth pressed into her bottom lip again.
“You want that, don’t you?”
Her cheeks flushed as she nodded.
“Get that pussy up here, then.” I slid farther down the chaise and slipped my arms one by one between her legs.
She froze, inches away from where she needed to be, a mix of desire and uncertainty in her gaze as she stared down at me. “I don’t… I mean I’ve never…” She blew out a harsh breath.
Fuck. Would I be the first to give her this experience? That spurred me on even more. “You trust me, remember?”
She nodded.
I ran my finger along the crease of her ass, following her thong, and she bucked against my hand as I brushed my fingers over her warm and soaking-wet panties. “Lift your dress up. Let me see how wet you are for me.”
Her gaze swiveled from right to left, quickly looking around the large balcony area.
“Don’t worry, no one can see us. We’re on the corner, remember?”
Her head bobbed again, and she lifted her dress, bunching it around her waist. I pulled the fabric of her thong to the side, and my gaze locked on her glistening pussy. My dick pushed against the fabric of my pants as I took her in.
“Now I want you to ride my face and don’t stop until you’re coming on my tongue.” I gripped her ass and pulled her to me until she was exactly where I wanted her.
Her free hand shot out and she braced against the raised head of the lounge chair. Her tits strained against the neckline of her dress, threatening to pop out at any second. The view I had was fucking amazing. I wanted to savor it for as long as I could.
“Oh my god.” She bucked hard against my hold as I moved her roughly back and forth along my tongue. I set the rhythm for her, showing her how to grind herself against my mouth. It didn’t take long for her to take over.
“Wyatt,” she moaned, staring down at me as she rotated her pussy in circles against my tongue. “This feels so good.”
Her movements picked up and she threw her head back, her full tits bouncing above me, and I couldn’t wait to do this again. But next time she wouldn’t be wearing any clothes. I tapped her ass lightly, making her look back down at me. I wanted to watch her as she came.
I moved her slightly, plunging my tongue into her and reaching up to grab each mound of her breasts. A deep moan vibrated through her and her movements became more erratic. She continued to grind against my face as I thrust into her over and over.
“Oh, fuck,” she said breathlessly. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
I had no plans to stop. I would do this all night long if I needed to. Watching her was my pleasure.
Her body shook as her wetness coated my mouth. She rode out her orgasm, little moans of ecstasy escaping her, and her gaze stayed locked on me. It was by far the most intimate experience I’d ever had.
And I wanted more. More of this. More of her.