4. Wyatt
4
WYATT
I left Seattle behind, allowing my old life to wither in the rearview mirror, and it didn’t take long for me to adapt to my new existence. Before my accident, I was a different person, an insufferable, arrogant prick who thought money and social status were everything. Until my fall from grace changed me in ways I couldn’t have imagined, and I no longer cared about being envied or photographed by the high-society crowd. I found solace in the simple pleasures of life—walks in the woods with my dog and tending to my secluded home.
I’ve grown accustomed to the isolation, using my scar and limp as excuses to avoid judgement from others. Then Molly came into my life, and everything changed again. Her presence brings a newfound addiction, one I never knew I craved. Though her ankle is much better and she can walk, I find myself missing the chance to sweep her off her feet like I did a few days ago. As much as I try to convince myself that I’m happy she’s recovering, all I want is to hold her in my arms.
I gesture toward a stool as she enters the kitchen, her calming existence filling the space. She moves gracefully across the room, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge before turning to face me with a hip cocked and her head tilted in challenge. My dick stirs at the sight of her sassiness, but I hold back, attempting to be a gentleman.
Molly is too beautiful, too perfect for me and my brokenness. I know she appreciated the rescue when she hurt herself, but it’s gratitude and circumstance that brought us together. She deserves someone better than a disfigured man with a bum knee. Despite my efforts to push it aside, insecurity still gnaws at me now that she’s here.
We sit in the kitchen. Molly talks while I cook. I’m drawn to her voice and enjoy learning more about her. Her stories of Seattle, her cheating fiancé, and why she came to this mountain retreat only make me admire her more. In a way, she understands what it’s like to go from being admired to pitied. And somehow, that makes me feel less alone and closer to her.
As I chop vegetables for dinner, Molly rambles on about her successful wedding planning business. Her tone oozes with pride and I appreciate her determination.
“I thought it would be a piece of cake, with my two fancy college degrees in hand. Boy, was I wrong.” She sips her water and watches me from her seat at the center island. I decline her offer to help with cooking, reveling in the satisfaction of preparing a meal for her. “I had no experience and no one was willing to give me a chance. Then I got lucky.”
“Someone hired you?”
“My best friend actually,” she confesses, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret. “She married the CEO of a huge shipping company and had an unlimited budget for the wedding. I think he was featured in Forbes once.”
Memories of my own past achievements flood my mind, but I keep them hidden beneath my poker face.
“The wedding was a hit and I had more clients than I could handle. Now, four years later, my business is thriving and I absolutely love it.” Her passion for her work makes my heart twist because I’ve never felt that way about mine. Then she tilts her head before asking a simple but loaded question. “So, what do you do?”
Panic sets in as I debate whether or not to reveal my wealth and success as the owner of a multi-million-dollar tech company. I don’t want things to change between us because of it, but the sexual tension is growing by the minute. Ever since that first kiss, images of her naked body pressed against mine while I fuck her hard linger in my brain.
I can’t risk telling her about my wealth, though. The thought of being used again makes my chest ache. What if she’s like my ex-fiancée and only wants me for my money? Alyssa appeared to love me until things got tough and my scar became too much for her to look at.
“Are you okay?” Molly’s soft voice breaks through my thoughts, bringing me back to the present.
I swallow hard and focus on cooking. “I’m fine,” I bluff, avoiding her gaze. “I used to go into the office, but working from home suits me better these days.” That part’s true, but guilt churns in my stomach for holding back.
To distract myself, I offer Molly a taste of the sauce I’ve made. As she blows on the spoonful of steaming liquid, I imagine those sensual lips wrapped around my thick cock. Her moan fuels my lust, but just as quickly as it comes, I push away any thought of us together. It’s impetuous. At the same time, I can’t deny it’s thrilling as tense energy fills the room, and electricity crackles between us.
She seductively licks her lips while keeping her gaze on mine, and something inside me snaps. All inhibitions disappear as I drop the spoon and capture Molly’s mouth in a desperate kiss. It’s raw and passionate and destroys any civilized thoughts of keeping my hands off her. The vulnerability and insecurities that have held me back vanish in that moment.
When our lips finally part, we’re both breathless and craving more. I pull her closer by her hips, feeling her body press against mine. Our clothes intensify the friction as I grind my hard length into her. Her hands explore my toned chest and abs, causing pride to swell within me.
My focus is on Molly and how damn sexy she is. I trail kisses down her neck, tasting her sweet skin before lifting her onto the counter with a yelp of surprise from her lips. My dick aches with need and I can’t wait any longer. I unfasten her jeans and rip them down her legs before tearing off her panties and tossing them behind me.
She rests on her elbows, watching me with rapt attention, her eyelids heavy and barely open. I spread her thighs wide, staring at her gaping cunt, and marvel at the glossy liquid coating her swollen lips.
Fuck, I need to taste her.
I descend on her tight, pink pussy, devouring her as her spicy flavor fills my mouth. Her moans grow louder and I want to hear more, so I thrust two fingers inside, seeking that sensitive spot that I know will drive her to the brink of ecstasy.
Lifting her hips and bringing her core to my eager lips, I shove my tongue into her wet heat. She tastes so fucking good. I can’t get enough. I growl against her slick center while I finger-fuck her needy pussy. She’s so hot and tight. I love the feeling of being in control of her body.
“Wyatt,” she whimpers, arching her back off the island. “Fuck... don’t stop.”
I chuckle darkly, loving the way she begs for me. I add another finger and thrust them deep into her cunt while flicking my tongue against her clit. Her body jerks, and I lean in to suck hard on her pulsing bud as she squirms beneath me.
“Tell me you like it,” I rasp against her entrance. “Tell me how much you need this.”
Her eyes flutter open, filled with lust and desire. “I need... I need you to fuck me, now.” Her voice is husky and low, matching the desperation of mine. “I want you to fuck me hard, Wyatt,” she moans, bucking her hips toward my face.
My eyebrows lift and my movements falter.
Molly whines as I pull back and rise to my feet. “You want my dick, sweetheart? That what you need?” My hands fly to my belt buckle.
She nods eagerly, eyes locked on mine while I rid myself of my jeans and boxers. Then I grab my cock and aim it at her glistening hole, gliding the fat tip over her sensitive flesh. She bites the corner of her lip as her chest rises and falls with each labored breath, anticipating the moment I fill her with my dick.
I bury myself inside her tight heat with one forceful thrust. Molly’s loud cries echo off the walls while our hips slap together in a smooth rhythm of pleasure and desire. We’re lost in each other and the intense bliss coursing through us when the room begins to spin, and blood rushes through my ears.
“Wyatt…” Molly hisses my name like a prayer, her nails digging into my back. The wanton sight of her taking every inch of me urges me to thrust harder and faster, needing to feel her come on my cock.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper against her neck, my hands roaming over her curves like a starved man. She responds with a soft whimper, her body trembling beneath my touch.
Her voice is shaky as she calls out my name again, telling me she’s close to going over the edge. The sound of her pleasure is too much for me and I reach down between us, using my thumb to press against her clit in time with each drive of my hips.
Her muscles tense as she comes undone, the sensation sending shockwaves straight to my balls. After a few more deep thrusts, I follow her, plunging into her one last time as spurts of hot cum spill inside her.
“You belong to me now,” I whisper in her ear. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make her stay.