4. Tate
4
TATE
Elizabeth wasn’t lying. The bathtub is enormous and deep. This may not be a cabin with a hot tub, but it’s better than I could’ve imagined.
“Are you coming in?” I ask Wylder as he walks into the bathroom in nothing except his jeans. His feet are bare, along with everything else. My mouth instantly waters at the sight of him. “It’s warm.”
Wylder’s eyes drop to my body, which is concealed by perfectly placed bubbles. “Is it as hot as the sun?”
I throw my head back and giggle. “How did you know?”
“Women, man,” he mutters, shaking his head as his fingers move to the button on his jeans.
“Don’t be a baby. It’s perfect.”
“I’ll be sweating in five minutes.”
I laugh again. “Go slower,” I tell him as he starts to undo his fly. “I want to enjoy this.”
He raises an eyebrow at me as he slows his pace. “You want me to do a striptease?”
“You’re basically naked already, so…” I can’t tear my gaze away from his body. I could stare at him forever and never get bored. The artwork alone could take days and days of exploration.
“You want a picture?” he teases, and I drag my gaze away from his bare skin to look him in the eye.
I reach over the side of the tub to where my clothes are in a pile with my phone on top. “Well, if you’re offering.”
His movement stills. “Are you serious?”
“Dead,” I tell him, lifting the phone in front of me and lining up the shot of his bare torso. “I needed a new screen saver.”
“I get one too,” he says, but I shake my head.
“With bubbles, but you’re not putting my bare chest on your screen.”
“That doesn’t sound fair,” he says before his fingers move away from his fly.
“Sucks,” I tease him, snapping another photo as he starts to move the material of his jeans down his hips. “Fuck, that’s hot.” I stare at the photo, wanting to take another one, but I’m already pushing the bounds with the two I already took.
“I’m going to get you back,” he promises.
I lick my lips, praying it’s something hot. A spank on the ass would be a nice touch. I like a little pain with my pleasure, but we haven’t had that conversation yet. I’ve fantasized about his hands around my neck more times than I even want to admit. The man does it for me.
“Put the phone down,” he orders with a no-nonsense look. One I’ve seen before from my dad, but Wylder’s isn’t even half as frightening. “Picture time is over.”
“Or what? Are you going to punish me?” My voice comes out huskier than I intend, betraying my excitement at the possibility.
He shakes his head with a smirk, his pants only partially down his hips, so his dick is still tucked inside the denim. “You’re trouble,” he mutters.
“Only the best kind.” I smile at him, tossing my phone back onto the pile of my clothes. “But what kind of punishment are we talking about if I took one more?”
We’ve made out a lot. Like a lot, a lot. The girls cut into our ability to do much else, and I told myself I’d take it slow with this man. Something I was never very good at doing in the past.
And we’ve done that. Lots of kissing. Lots of touching. Oral had been beyond fantastic, but skin-to-skin, knocking boots…the possibility hadn’t been in the cards until now.
I am officially going to break the promises I made to myself for my thirtieth birthday. But who am I kidding? Those were pipe dreams I never had any chance of achieving unless I was going to enter the convent and become completely celibate.
He stares at me with a heated gaze, making my heart beat a little faster. “What kind do you want?”
“Take off your pants and I’ll tell you.”
He closes the distance between us and reaches out, touching my chin. “You do it.”
I gaze up at him, licking my lips. “Me?”
He runs his thumb back and forth near my bottom lip. “Take out my cock and wrap those pretty lips around me.”
My body almost trembles with need at the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes. I’m so full of lust, I almost forget to breathe.
And like a greedy little slut, I instantly move my wet fingers to his jeans, yanking the denim down his hips. His cock springs out, waving around like it’s celebrating freedom.
I wrap my fingers around the shaft, pumping a few times as he moans. I lick my lips as I bring the head of his cock closer. “You want this?” I ask as I notice Wylder’s gaze darkening.
“Princess,” he breathes as he places his hand on my head, guiding my mouth to his bare flesh.
I hum my approval as the silky skin slides between my lips and across my tongue. There’s power in this. The way he moans and his body twitches with every movement. I am in control, and he is eating up every tantalizing second.
But before I can get comfortable, he slides his hands underneath my arms. His cock pops out of my mouth as I’m lifted in the air. “I need to be inside you,” he says, his voice gravelly and full of need.
I wrap my wet legs around his body, my core to his cock, as he carries me across the small bathroom. I don’t protest as he places my bare ass on the cold stone of the bathroom countertop.
We’ve had the sex talk. I am on birth control and have been since I turned sixteen. We are both clean and tested regularly, although neither of us has had sex with anyone else in ages.
“Fuck me,” I beg, digging my heels into his ass.
Thankfully, I don’t have to ask twice.
Wylder fists his cock, lining it up with my opening. His lips crash down on mine, taking my moan as he pushes himself inside at a slower pace than I expect.
He curls his hand around my neck, holding me still as he pumps into me. My ass slides against the slippery surface, my body dripping from the bath.
The world around us falls away, and nothing or no one is as important as this moment.
Wylder wraps an arm around me, pulling my bottom closer to the edge. I lean into his embrace, giving him better access to me. He groans into my mouth as he sinks himself fully inside me.
There’s nothing frantic about this. We’re savoring the feel of each other, getting lost in the pleasure, until my toes curl and my body tightens.
I moan through the orgasm that grips my body as Wylder’s movements become more hurried and forceful. A second later, he follows me over the cliff to ecstasy.