Chapter 34 Wyatt
WYATT
I OPEN MY EYES TO find the muted wash of afternoon light coming in through the window. Blake is curled up against me, her ass nestled against my groin, her arms trapping my hand against her chest.
Fuck, sleep feels nice.
I never slept properly before this summer in Tahoe, and it’s like someone who’s been deprived of a vital sense suddenly getting it.
Before Blake, my mind kept racing and racing, especially at night, stretching those quiet hours into forever.
Now, it feels like someone turned down the volume in my head.
The noise is still there if I really listen to it.
But I’d rather listen to Blake’s steady breathing and the barely audible noises she makes in her sleep.
And it scares the hell out of me, because I can’t lie to myself anymore. I can’t pretend anymore.
I don’t just want her.
I need her.
Not only to sleep. But…for everything. The thought of lying in a bed alone again makes my skin itch. The thought of walking into a room and not seeing her engrossed in some nerdy webpage or book evokes a sincere sense of loss. She’s an addiction I’m not sure I can break.
Or want to break.
Blake stirs, letting out a tiny sigh. “That was such a good nap.”
She rolls over and tilts her face toward mine. Her cheeks are flushed from sleep, brown hair a mess, and my heart squeezes so tight it hurts. She’s so pure and unguarded like this. It’s beautiful.
She reaches up to stroke my chin, scraping the stubble over it. Her touch sends a shiver through me, and for some reason, my body reacts to that innocent caress.
I bite back a groan. She notices, of course.
“Did that turn you on?” she teases. “Me touching your jaw?”
“Yeah,” I admit hoarsely.
“Why?”
“Because everything you do turns me on.”
I brush a strand of hair off her cheek, and she smiles. “Your fingers are always so rough.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Guitar callouses.”
“I like it. I like how it feels on my skin.”
She presses her cheek against my hand, rubbing herself on it like a cat. But that just brings her body closer to mine, and I know she can feel how hard I am.
She parts her lips slightly, and I take that as an invitation. I kiss her. Slow at first, teasing, but then her hand slides between us to cup me over my sweatpants, and my control snaps. I deepen the kiss, my tongue plunging, stealing a gasp from her throat.
“Quiet,” I murmur.
When she reaches into my pants and pulls my dick out, I still her hand.
“This bed is too squeaky,” I remind her. “We can’t fuck.”
“Who said anything about fucking?” Smirking, she lifts my shirt up and kisses my stomach before moving lower.
She reaches my dick and plants a soft kiss on the tip, followed by a bratty little lick. My hand moves to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair.
“We don’t have time for teasing,” I warn.
“Mmm, really?” She peers up at me, and there’s no sexier sight than Blake on her knees with her mouth hovering over my cock. “You’re saying you want it fast and hard?”
“I want that hungry mouth sucking me dry.”
Smiling, she bends her head, and a low groan slips out when her hot, wet mouth engulfs me, right down to the base.
She hums around my shaft, and I feel the vibration in my entire body.
Jesus. My hips jerk up involuntarily. She grips my thigh, fingernails digging into my flesh as she moans happily around me.
I smirk down at her. “You like this, don’t you? My cock in your mouth?”
She moans again and curls her hand around my base, squeezing hard enough to make me curse. I thrust my hips again, my cockhead touching the back of her throat, and when I feel her swallow around it, I damn near pass out.
“Yeah, just like that.” My voice is rough and desperate. “Take it all.”
She strokes me as her mouth almost entirely withdraws, then sucks me in again. Deeper. Faster. My jaw clenches as I watch her blow me. As I feel my control slipping.
“You’re so good at this, freckles. So goddamn perfect with those lips around me.” My grip in her hair tightens. “You want me to come for you?”
“Mmm,” she mumbles around my dick.
“You gonna swallow every drop?”
“Mmm.”
“That’s my good girl.” My hips start moving, pleasure building in my balls, skittering up my spine.
Blake’s tongue scrapes the sensitive spot under my cockhead on each upstroke. She picks up the pace, determined to get me there, and my head falls back against the pillow, body tensing.
“Jesus, I’m close. Don’t stop, baby, don’t fucking stop.”
She moans again, and so do I. My voice comes out in broken gasps as I hurtle toward release.
My body jerks as I spill into her mouth, and she does exactly what I told her.
Takes it all, every last drop, her throat working as she sucks me dry.
Her lips are swollen and wet by the time she finally lifts her head and looks up at me with a satisfied grin.
My chest is heaving. “Goddamn. You really are a dirty little thing—”
“Wyatt?”
A knock sounds on the door, accompanied by my dad’s brusque voice.
We freeze.
“Champ, you in there?”
Blake’s eyes widen in panic. She scrambles up so fast that she thumps the night table. Dad and his superhuman hearing don’t miss that, of course.
“Oh good, you are. Can I come in?” he asks.
“Shit,” I hiss, bolting upright.
I shove my sweatpants over my dick, but I’m still hard, and it’s a struggle to get the material over my raging erection.
Blake dives off the bed as the doorknob starts turning.
“Your mom and I were just talking about…”
He enters like a brazen asshole, seconds before Blake hurls herself into the bathroom. She doesn’t even manage to close the door, just flings herself behind it, while it stays ajar.
“Oh.” Dad stops talking when he notices me on the bed. “You’re busy.”
His gaze dips to the erection I’m trying to conceal with my hand. I stifle a groan as he quickly backs away.
“Dude,” he sighs. “You should really lock your door when you’re doing that.”
Yeah. I should.