Chapter Five
“I don’t understand why there’s such a price difference,” he growls at the receptionist.
I bite my lip at his aggression, finding it hot. There’s a part of me that knows he is desperate for separate rooms to put some space between us. Wrapping my hand around his bicep, I step closer and smile at the girl.
“Don’t mind him. He’s just grumpy from driving all day. A single bed is just fine,” I say, pressing my nails into his arm when he goes to talk. Wyatt stays silent as she finishes checking us in, and I grab the key she sets on the counter.
Stuffing it into my back pocket, I head back to the car to grab our bags.
“What was that?” he demands, following me through the lobby.
Rolling my eyes, I face him and rest my hand on my hip. “We already shared a bed once. It’s not a big deal, and we should save money where we can.”
A selfish part of me also wants to see if there will be a repeat performance of last night. And that won’t be possible if there’s a wall between us. I also plan on making sure I stay awake so I can watch him from whenever it starts.
Wyatt pouts for the rest of the evening, giving me a near-silent treatment as we grab food and settle into our room. I don’t mind because I’m nervous about what might happen later. If anything happens at all. I’m not sure what to do if nothing does and I have to deal with that disappointment.
“We could go back and ask for separate rooms if it’s that big of a deal,” I tell him as we finally shut off the TV and he still hasn’t said anything.
“What?” he says.
I wave my hand towards him. “You just seem mad at me. We can go get separate rooms.”
Wyatt shakes his head. “I’m not mad, Sophie. Just have a lot on my mind.”
Gathering my pajamas, I bite my lip and give him a shrug as I head to the bathroom.
He catches my elbow, stopping me in my tracks. Having his hand on me sends arousal straight between my legs. I want to feel his hand there as well.
“Hey, I’m being serious. I’m not mad at you, but you don’t gotta worry about money, okay? Let me handle it,” he says.
I almost ask what he means when I remember I used that excuse to keep us in the same room. When I smile and say okay more softly this time, he finally drops his hand. It may be more of my own delusion but he seems reluctant to let go of me.
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The red numbers on the alarm clock slowly turn as an hour and a half goes by before the bed shifts. The rustling of sheets being thrown off has me holding my breath as I try to glance over my shoulder. I can barely make out Wyatt’s body as he kicks the blankets to gather at his feet, revealing only his briefs again. I had a long-term boyfriend I broke up with beginning of college and then swore off dating completely after a few disastrous dates. My focus has been primarily on my degree rather than a relationship. But now my pussy aches with the neglect she’s experienced, and I’m left feeling ravenous for Wyatt.
I roll onto my other side with the speed of a snail, ensuring I don’t disturb him awake. Scooting closer, my eyes roam over his chest, and I have the urge to lick up the slight sheen of sweat starting to gather on his pecs. My attention falls to his crotch, and my confidence sinks when I don’t find him hard. Reaching out, I pinch the waistband of his briefs and lift to peek inside. His flaccid cock lies on his thigh, and my heart pounds as I push his briefs down to rest under his balls.
Dropping it lightly, it pushes against the soft sack and leaves the rest of him exposed. Wyatt lets out a low grunt, shifting his legs and turning his hips closer to face me.
Leaning over, I press a kiss onto his warm shaft, testing how he’ll react. My mouth waters as his cock thickens in front of me from the brief touch. I daintily wrap my fingers around him and lift so I can lick around his head before I swallow his tip into my mouth. He grows harder, the length and girth larger than anything I’ve ever experienced.
Wyatt lets out a groan, his hips lifting and his arm drops over his stomach. I pause, looking up at his face. His eyebrows are pinched, but he’s still asleep. I scoot closer to him, bending over as I slide my mouth further down his cock. He presses at the back of my throat, and I rest my cheek on his hip, letting him rest fully inside me.
My jaw aches, but I push past the pain. I don’t have to wait long before Wyatt shifts in his sleep again, thrusting into my mouth. I suck him down, reaching over to hold on to his balls and squeeze them gently.
He lets out a long moan, and he thrusts again. I sit up on my elbow, sliding up and down his length faster. His cock swells and I know he’s going to come. I force him down my throat till the rough patch of hair above his cock tickles my nose. He jerks, throbbing as I taste the first wave of his salty cum. My eyes squeeze shut as I knead his balls for everything he can give me. When he finally stops, I pull away and let him fall from my mouth.
Licking the last few drops of his cum off my lips, I pull his briefs over his softening cock and fall onto my back. I knead my breasts, playing with my nipples as I rock my hips against the empty air. My panties are drenched from sucking on Wyatt, wishing I could feel the weight of his body over me as he fills me.
I skim my hand down my stomach and into my underwear, gathering my wetness dripping through my slit and rubbing my swollen clit. His giant cock would hurt as he impaled me with it, but I know it would be the best feeling in the world.
The noises of my wet pussy are loud in the quiet room. The slick squish of my fingers as I pump them inside me would embarrass me normally, but I am past caring at this point. I twist my nipples as I raise my hips to meet my hand.
I imagine Wyatt fucking me hard, pounding me with his cock.
‘You like Daddy’s cock, babygirl?’he would growl into my ear.
“Yes,” I moan back. My legs tremble as the pressure of my orgasm builds.
‘Tell Daddy where you want his cum.’
“Inside me. Please come inside me,” I cry out as I tumble over the edge at the thought of Wyatt filling me with his cum. My pussy clenches around my fingers as I fall back onto the bed, breathing loudly in short pants.