Chapter 38 #2
Wyatt tilted his head and I shook mine in response, stretching out my arms and letting my crop top almost reveal the underside of my breasts. Wyatt’s eyes were glued to my chest, and I arched my back, pushing myself toward him.
“This is fine. You kissed me for the first time in a wet alley, remember?”
“God, no. I want to forget. That was awful.” Wyatt shuddered, but rose to his knees, then reached over his shoulder and pulled his shirt off in one fluid motion. I stared at his glorious chest in front of me, instinctively touching my lips to make sure I wasn’t drooling.
This man was perfection.
He hid so many muscles beneath his dress shirts.
Maybe that was a good thing. I didn’t want anyone knowing how sizzling hot Wyatt was without a shirt on. This view was only for me.
“I liked that kiss,” I admitted quietly.
Wyatt prodded the inside of his cheek with his tongue, then ran his hand along my stomach before teasing the underside of my breasts with his thumb.
“Can I see you?”
I nodded, then raised my arms, forcing the top to stretch even higher, nearly revealing that–
Wyatt choked on a breath. “Are you not wearing a bra?!”
“You couldn’t tell?” I teased, running my fingers over my nipples through the fabric. Wyatt’s jaw was practically on the floor and he moved like he was in a daze, running his thumbs over my now pebbled nipples, and I barely held in a moan.
Wyatt raised an eyebrow. “Were you planning this from the beginning?”
“Maybe,” I whispered. “Rafe got mad at me in your office because I wasn’t wearing underwear.”
Wyatt stared at me like he wasn’t sure if he should glare or not. I remembered how he’d growled at me when I mentioned Aiden in my bedroom.
I gave him a slow grin. “I thought I was coming to see you, Wyatt.”
Wyatt ran a hand down his face. “How long have you been trying to get me to fuck you?”
I scoffed. “I don’t know. Like a week? I didn’t expect Zephyr to be a dumbass in the middle of my scheme.”
Wyatt laughed, moving back and stopping when I tightened my thighs around his hips.
I pulled his zipper down using my affinity, and Wyatt jumped, staring down at how his jeans parted.
“Fuck,” he breathed as he moved to pull his jeans off. “That freaks me out.”
“You want me to stop?” I asked as I pulled my top off.
Wyatt swallowed hard as he stared at my breasts. “I didn’t say that.”
I giggled, grabbing Wyatt’s hand and pulling him down so he lay beside me. He ran his fingers down my cheek, and I pulled at his boxer shorts, freeing his beautiful cock.
I stared at it, my mouth watering. A bead of pre-cum dotted the tip, and I licked my lips before using my affinity to squeeze him. Wyatt hissed through his teeth, his eyes widening in shock as I stroked him with my affinity instead of my hands.
“Holy shit,” he shuddered. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back as I tugged a little harder. “Holy fuck, sweetheart.”
I grinned, then took him in my hand. He shuddered again, sliding his hand under my cheek so he could brace himself against the back of my neck.
“Wyatt,” I said silkily. His abs jumped. “Are you already going to come?”
“Don’t do that,” he said shakily, grabbing my hand to stop me. “I’m in charge here.”
“Are you?” I taunted as he rolled on top of me. He shoved my legs apart, staring at me for so long, I wanted to squirm.
“Beautiful,” he said as he moved, settling back over me so he could kiss me again. “Is this really happening?” he asked. “I want this, Skye.”
“I do, too.” I whispered. “Connect with me. I want you, Wyatt. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you at the cash register.”
He pressed his lips back to mine, kissing me hard before pulling back. “I wanted you then, too. I imagined fucking you on that countertop.”
I giggled and he grinned against my lips. Our kisses grew sloppier as we moved ourselves into position. Our bodies were pressed together, already slick with sweat. I reached for his cock, and he moaned against me cheek, stilling only so I could notch him at my entrance.
I gasped as he pushed into me, far too slowly for how much he stretched me. My heart rate spiked for a minute, panic settling in as I wondered if maybe he was too big for this. Nevermind that he’d fit a huge crystal into me–
Wyatt slowed his movements, even as his arms strained, quivering from holding himself over me.
I pulled at his shoulders, encouraging him to bring more of his weight down onto me. I’d waited long enough. I wanted to feel him everywhere.
Wyatt let out a shuddering breath as he lowered himself so that our chests pressed together, and I licked at the corner of his mouth. His eyelashes fluttered as he gifted me with a real, genuine grin.
“Oh, my God. You’re such a liar,” I huffed a laugh.
Wyatt furrowed his brow. “What?”
“There’s no way no one ever told you how beautiful you are,” I whispered.
Wyatt’s expression went through several emotions, mainly shock and confusion, before he settled on awe. He shifted his weight to one hand while he brought the other up to cup my cheek.
“How lucky am I,” he breathed. “To have such a beautiful woman thinking the same of me.”
I swallowed around a sudden lump in my throat, and Wyatt grinned again before rolling his hips. I choked on a moan, turning my face into his hand and moaning even louder when he covered my mouth, almost smothering me.
Wyatt didn’t pull back to get a better position, he fucked me right into the bed, slowly inching us away from our starting point. My moans were muffled from his hand against my mouth, and I whined as he moved deeper into me.
“Wyatt,” I moaned. “Holy shit.”
“Shh,” he moved his hand back to my mouth, and I cried out at a particularly hard thrust, my voice again muffled by his hand. “I’m not doing too well if you’re still speaking.”
I almost laughed, but then his hand was moving between us, his fingers settling on my clit.
“Fuck,” I whined as he began to circle the bundle of nerves perfectly, just like he had in his office.
Wyatt moved finally, adjusting his position so that he was more stable on his knees, and then he slammed into me so hard I nearly screamed.
I knew the neighbors heard that, although now that Wyatt had agreed to move out, he didn’t seem to care.
Wyatt chuckled breathlessly, then slammed into me again, fully laughing when my entire body jerked involuntarily. My body and mind were disconnected, not able to focus on his hard, deep thrusts while his fingers fluttered against my clit.
“Wyatt,” I whimpered. “I’m–”
“I know,” he said, the smug bastard. “Come on, sweetheart. You finally have me. Show me how much you like this cock you’ve been after.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, tossing my head back as I focused. I was so close to coming–
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Wyatt ground out. “Tell me you haven’t been dreaming of me fucking you like this.”
I whimpered. I had been dreaming of this. And it was so much better than anything my mind could’ve made up.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Wyatt ground out. “Come for me. Come on my cock.”
I shuddered as my orgasm flowed through me, so hard and sudden it took my breath away. Or maybe that was Wyatt’s hand still over my mouth. It made me think back to how Rafe had choked me, and I clenched even tighter around Wyatt’s cock at the memory.
“Fuck,” he breathed, still pumping into me, not changing his speed. “Fuck you’re so tight. Shit.”
Wyatt rammed into me once more, our hips fused together as his cock jerked inside of me. I moaned into his hand again, feeling dizzy as he finally pulled his hand away.
He braced himself on a forearm over me, keeping his forehead pressed to my shoulder.
He shook his head slightly as a feeling of contentment spread over us.
It was a weird feeling of warmth, starting in my chest before spreading outward, filling every part of my body.
Something in my chest eased with each breath, my lungs filling more and more with a full breath I’d never taken.
“Rafe didn’t tell me about this part,” Wyatt breathed, his voice catching.
The completeness.
I cupped Wyatt’s face, forcing him to look at me.
He slid his arms under my back, propping me up slightly so we could properly gaze into each others eyes, Wyatt’s expression a little dazed.
Knowing what I knew of his childhood, he may have never felt this safe before. The sense of belonging settling under my skin was soothing. Another Link in my Chain, slotting into place.
This was where we belonged. Nothing could have kept us apart. Fate had made this decision for us before either of us were even alive, when we were just dust in the stars. We couldn’t have stayed away from each other if we tried, and I guess we had, in a way. But of course it didn’t work.
We were inevitable.
“No more games, Wyatt. You’re mine, now.”
“Yours,” Wyatt whispered. “Always.”