Chapter 13
13
Wyatt
I lifted her and turned her to face me, her legs braced on the ledge on either side of my hips. When she settled back down it was her pussy against my dick, the thin fabric of her suit between us did nothing to block out the heat of her. She was incendiary.
I was hard as the fucking ledge we were sitting on.
She moaned in her throat and arched up against me. Grinding us together. A sexy fairy with filth on her mind. Her mouth was paradise and she let me in like she did at the club in Vegas, at the house, in the ocean.
Like there were no rules and she didn’t care who was watching.
It was feral. Hungry. Her mouth was silently screaming fuck the rules and I was screaming what rules?
She shifted again, the water made her buoyant and when she came down against me, my cock hit her clit just right and she gasped, her eyes wide. Like this was brand fucking new. It felt that way on my end too. Like I’d never had this kind of connection before.
“Oh my god,” she breathed. Our eyes locked and I cupped my hand around the back of her neck, helping her find a pace and an amount of force that made her eyes roll back in her head.
“Wyatt,” she gasped, her whole body starting to shake against me.
“There you go baby,” I said, sucking on the skin of her neck, her breasts. Dipping my lips to the spot just under her ear. “Take whatever you need.”
She grabbed my head, holding my hair in her fist, riding me like there was a race to be won. She kissed me. With her teeth. Her tongue. She was outside of her body and I was just holding on for dear life, so satisfied to be used by this woman. To be something she wanted. Needed.
She was holding my face still, searching for angles so she could kiss me deeper. Harder. And it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Watching this woman, helpless in her desire. Like I’d made her drunk on my kisses.
She tore her mouth away, bucking against me.
“Is this… am I? Wyatt!” She cried and clutched my head to her chest, her body wracked with tremors. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her until the tremors faded, supporting her weight when she slumped against me, soft and sweet.
We sat like that for a long time, and despite my numb ass and every ounce of blood in my body pounding through my cock, I could have stayed there for days. Her body a perfect weight against me.
“That was…” she whispered.
“Amazing? Earth shattering?”
“Surprising.”
I wasn’t sure what was surprising about a little dry humping. But maybe she’d never done it in a natural hot springs that smelled like rotten eggs.
“Did…you?” she asked, all shy again. I arched my hips up into her so she could feel the hard length of my cock and she gasped. I bit my lip against the need to yank all this fabric to the side and sink myself deep inside what I knew would be the most perfect pussy I’d ever experienced. “Oh,” she gasped. Her eyes were at half-mast. I couldn’t help but smile at her, sweeping her hair off her face. Running my thumb against her eyelashes, over the swollen skin of her lower lip.
“Wyatt,” she said, her voice rough and soft at the same time. “I think I want to break some rules.”
“We just did,” I said. Kissing, check. Touching, extra-fucking check.
“No. I mean like… really break the rules.”
“You mean…” I was too hopeful to finish the sentence. I wasn’t pushing, I was completely content with what just happened, if she didn’t want any more, that was fine. I’d already had the mind-blowing pleasure of watching this woman come. I would survive some blue balls. I was a full-grown man.
But Sydney, my gorgeous sexy Tinker Bell, bit her lower lip and nodded.
Sex. She meant sex. I picked her up and practically tossed her onto her feet on the edge of the spring.
“Watch your feet,” I said and climbed out after her. Water poured down my body over my chest and the bulge I could not hide in the thin material of my underwear. A bulge she was staring at with wide, interested eyes.
I reached down and adjusted myself. The touch of my own hand making me hiss. I couldn’t resist stroking the length of my cock and squeezing the tip in my fist.
“Oh my god, are you going to….” She trailed off.
“What?”
“Masturbate?” she whispered, like it was a dirty word and she was in church.
“No. I’m going to break a land speed record getting down from this mountain so I can fuck you on a bed that doesn’t smell like rotten eggs.”
“I have to tell you something,” she said.
“Tell me while we get down this mountain,” I said, throwing my clothes on. She wasn’t moving and so I helped her. Pulling that baggy t-shirt over her head. I lifted her feet one at a time, brushed off the pine needles and got her shoes on. “Ready?” I asked, heading down the trail towards the bed and the fucking. I realized the length of my stride would be triple the length of her stride and stopped and looked over my shoulder.
She stood in a beam of sunlight that filtered through the leaves. Her face was serious. Determined. Tink on a mission.
“Did you change your mind?” I asked. “It’s okay if you did. Whatever you want, Sydney, is okay with me.”
“No,” she said, walking off ahead of me. “I didn’t change my mind. Let’s do this.”
Sydney
This was happening. Sex was happening.
I decided while he brushed the dirt off my feet and put my clothes over my head that I wouldn’t tell him. There was no need. No need! If I did tell him he would have opinions. Or worse…feelings. I didn’t want his opinions or feelings about this. I had enough of my own. So, the sex would happen and I would no longer be a virgin and if it hurt, I would just smile my way through it.
But it would be over, and that was what mattered.
I practically raced down the mountain, listening to him behind me, breaking through underbrush like a bear.
I wasn’t sure what it said about me, but feeling him behind me was exciting. Dangerous. I went a little faster and so did he. Like he was chasing me. Like I was prey. But it was Wyatt, so I knew I was totally safe.
“You like this, Tink” he asked, his voice that deep rich bass note that did things to my body.
We got to the bottom of the trail, to the clearing where the cabin sat under three tall pine trees. I sprinted across the clearing and he chased me, up the steps and through the door. He caught me in the middle of the cabin, wrapped his arms around my waist and threw us down onto the couch. I was laughing and breathing hard. So turned on I felt like someone new.
His giant body covered mine, a living breathing heat along my back.
“Caught you,” he said roughly in my ear.
“Now what are you going to do?”
I arched against him, my ass against his crotch and he laughed and groaned and pushed back into me. I didn’t want my first time to be the time that made me go blind so I wiggled under him until I could roll over onto my back and feel his weight push me down on the lumpy couch.
Poor guy, sleeping on this thing.
“Wait,” he breathed, and sat down on the edge of the couch so he could take off his boots. He stood, pulling off his shorts. His underwear. The clingy wet t-shirt. All I could do was stare.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered. Whatever happened, I knew I’d made the right decision to do this with Wyatt.
“Hardly,” he said, and lifted my shirt over my head. “You, on the other hand…”
All these years in the spotlight and my body was just a thing. A thing to dress. To feed. To starve. Half the time I had no relationship to it. But when he looked at me like this, with his brown eyes narrowed in need, I felt pretty fucking beautiful.
He pulled off the top of my swimsuit and groaned at the sight of my breasts.
“You’re killing me, Syd,” he whispered and touched me, cupped the weight of my breasts in his hands, his thumbs on my nipples. I was made of wires, like the inside of lightbulbs, heating up and glowing hot.
I kicked off my shoes, pulled my swimsuit bottoms down and pushed him down on the couch. “Come on,” I said. Now that this was happening, I wanted it over. No more waiting.
I straddled his lap like I did in the hot springs. It worked for me before, I imagined it would work again. And yes, the second I pressed my body against his, it was the hot springs all over again. Like no time had passed.
Wyatt put his hands on my ass again, lifting me up as his fingers slipped deeper between my legs. Yes, I thought. Yes. This. More.
His thumb brushed my clit and my head about lifted off my shoulders. Now, I thought. Now. I wrapped my hand around the length of his cock and his head fell back against the couch.
“Fuck, Syd. Wait. I need to-”
“No. No more waiting.”
“You’re not wet enough,” he said.
“I’m fine.”
Between us I lined his erection up against my pussy and pressed him into me. The muscles in both of our stomachs tensed, sweat rolled down between our bodies and I’d never in my life seen something so intimate. So real.
He was fucking me. Or I was fucking him. Either way, it was devastating.
“Syd. Fuck, easy honey. I’m big and you’re a tiny thing.”
I felt the head of his cock slide into me and it was tight and it stung. I had to take a second to catch my breath. But the deeper he went, the sting turned to something else. A burn that I couldn’t smile through.
“Baby,” he whispered. “It’s okay. Let me…”
“Shit,” I hissed, the word slipping out of me without permission. I was going to smile through this. I was going to hide everything.
Give them nothing. Something my mom would tell me whenever it came to men.
But this was too much.
“Syd? Honey?” He gripped my waist like he was going to pull me off of him and I hadn’t come this far to fail now. This was ending. Right now.
I took a deep breath and calmed myself down like I had to do for those tour dates when I had a raging fever in France. It’s okay, I told myself. You’re okay. It’s just pain.
I bit my lip and pushed myself down onto him with all of my weight.
“Honey. Stop. You’re hurting yourself.”
“This is your fault,” I whispered. Bracing my head against his shoulder. “You’re too big.”
He lifted me off of him and put me down beside him on the couch, and then, as if that wasn’t good enough, he stood up.
A tear slipped down my cheek and I brushed it away, hopefully before he saw it. But of course super pro athlete over there saw everything.
“What the fuck is going on?” he asked. I knew he was trying to sound calm but that was hard for him. He had his angry giant face on and another tear slipped down my face.
Complete. Disaster.
“Syd,” he gasped. “You’re bleeding.”
I looked down at my legs and the smear of blood on my inner thigh. He had a smear of blood across his flat belly.
“I thought that only happened in books.”
“I hurt you?” Oh, he was beating himself up now. I didn’t want that. I wanted him to have no opinions or feelings about what just happened even though I messed it up so bad.
“I’m fine.”
“Clearly not. You’re bleeding.”
“That’s not your fault,” I said, and tried to leave it at that. But he was pulling his shorts on and clearly beating himself up. Muttering to himself about being too big. Too rough.
“Wyatt,” I breathed. “I was a virgin.”
Was. Well, at least I did that part right. I was a virgin. Mission accomplished in the most Sydney Malloy way.
“A what now?”
“You heard me.”
Oh, the poor man. He was really having a tough time understanding the concept.
“But you’re…”
“Twenty-five? Yes.”
“And…”
“A rumored slut. I know. The irony is not lost on me.”
He pulled me up by my arms. “I would never say that about you. Not ever. And no one gets to in front of me. Not even you.”
Oh, God, he really was sweet and I’d messed this up so bad. I tried to pull away but he wasn’t having it. “I was going to say the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And sexy. Like, the hottest woman I’ve ever touched.”
“Well, that’s nice?”
He grabbed my hand and tried to pull me away from the couch. “Come on.”
“Where?”
“We’re going to take a shower, I’m going to clean you up and then we’re going to talk.”
“Pass,” I said stubbornly. “Hey, I know. Let’s get dressed and pretend this never happened.”
“Not gonna happen.”
He gave me his angry giant face and there was no way to escape him. I pulled the baggy t-shirt over my body and walked down the hallway into the bathroom and he shut the door quietly behind us.
The shower wasn’t much. Just a standing square with a curtain.
“You’re not going to fit in there with me,” I said.
“You let me worry about where I fit or not.”
I laughed, unable to help myself. I caught his eye, but he was not smiling. “That wasn’t a joke?”
“Too soon, Tink.”
He turned it on, waited for the water to warm up, then pulled the curtain aside. “Get in.”
“You’re awfully bossy,” I protested.
“Syd,” he growled.
I pulled off my t-shirt and stepped in. The warm water felt good, not as good as the hot springs, but I put my head under the excellent shower head and closed my eyes.
He stepped in with me and shut the curtain behind us. It was very crowded and since I was trying not to touch him, it was even worse. And his erection was still…prominent.
“Ignore it,” he said.
“Not possible. It’s like taking a shower with a snake.” Looking at the ruddy length of him, I realized how foolish I’d been, thinking I could take him inside of my body. There’s no way he could fit inside of me. I wouldn’t make that mistake again.
He turned me so my back was against his front and the water hit my chest. I had no choice but to lean back against him or get a face full of water.
“That feels good,” I said.
He manifested a washcloth and soaped it up before sliding it over my breasts, down my stomach and in between my legs. The blood vanished, but the ache remained.
“Talk,” he said, and I could feel him using the washcloth on his body behind my back.
I didn’t turn to face him. The only way to have this conversation was if I wasn’t looking at him.
“I said I had something to tell you.”
“And then you didn’t.”
“I didn’t think you’d notice.”
His chest lifted against my back and I wasn’t sure if he was laughing or sighing.
“Tink, a man notices that kind of thing,” he said, and pressed one sweet kiss against my shoulder and I was happy he wasn’t mad at me anymore. “Tell me exactly what kind of experience you have.”
“You want my sexual history?” I asked and he hummed yes. Ornery, I whirled to face him. “You tell me yours first.”
Water beaded on his eyelashes and in his beard. He looked like Poseidon, if Poseidon was wedged into a tiny shower.
“I had sex with Jennifer Abrams when I was fifteen. I didn’t have sex again until I was nineteen and I thought I was in love with Joanne Blakely, who was two years older and knew things.”
“What kinds of things?”
“We’ll get to that. Joanne and I dated for three years, but my schedule got to be too much for her. A few one night stands, that I quickly realized wasn’t my thing. There was Diane, who traveled a lot for her job, but we liked to hang out. When she was in town she’d give me a call. She met a guy she really liked, so we broke things off. Then I met Sydney Malloy in Las Vegas and she turned my world upside down.”
I blinked at him. He blinked at me.
“Spill Sydney.”
This was what I was really embarrassed to tell him. My being a virgin was the symptom. This, my sad sad love life, this was the illness.
“I had a boyfriend in high school but we never went all the way. He was sweet but stupid and I was dating him because it was nice to be wanted. Then my song blew up and I was introduced to Axil when I was eighteen. We met at a party and I thought we hit it off. He was in a boy band that was having a lot of success, so we had a lot in common. The next day his manager talks to my manager and he came out to the Malibu house for what I thought was a date. Except he’s talking about the different types of events we can be seen at together, and how many nights a week he would hang with me at the house. I didn’t know. I thought maybe this was how it was done in LA. Like this was what famous people dating looked like. I developed a super hard crush on him, convinced myself I was falling in love for the first time, but nothing was ever happening .”
“He didn’t kiss you?”
I shook my head. “Whenever we were out, we held hands a lot. He said he was my boyfriend, that I was his girlfriend. I would make him Mac & Cheese from a box and we would watch movies all night together. I would tell myself the physical stuff would come eventually. Except when it didn’t, I decided maybe he was just shy and he needed me to make the first move. So I tried to kiss him one night and he freaked out on me.”
“What does freaking out entail exactly?”
“He threw me off the couch he was so shocked. Like I’d done something completely wrong. He kept saying that he thought I knew. Finally, I asked him what I was supposed to know.”
Wyatt nodded. “That he was gay.”
I threw my hands up in the air. “How does the entire planet know that except for me?”
“Relax, I didn’t know anything other than there’s no way a straight guy is hanging out with you and not trying to kiss you. What was his reason for staying in the closet? I didn’t think that was a thing anymore.”
“His managers were from the Stone-Age and convinced him the band would sell more tickets and merch to young girls if he stayed in the closet and his band mates pressured him to agree, so he did. As soon as his ride was over, he was going to come out. I haven’t heard about him dating anyone recently. Not sure where things stand for him.”
“I’m sorry, Syd.”
“I felt like an idiot even though we ended as friends. But I think from that point on, every time someone wanted to date me, I just assumed it was for show. Until that’s all I was doing, having these fake relationships.”
“All of them were fake?” He looked at me with such sympathy that I felt the pain of this stupid situation I was in, all over again.
“All of them,” I said with some relief. It had been a shameful stupid secret for years. “I became like a reputation laundering business. Guys would date me, cheat on me, but come out smelling like roses, while I stayed a virgin, trapped in a bad reputation.”
Wyatt
Our hot water was going to run out, but there was no way I was letting her leave this shower now. Just when I thought I couldn’t admire Sydney Malloy more, she showed me how wrong I was.
It killed me that she’d never learned to trust anyone, and the second she did, she got told she messed it up. No wonder she didn’t let anyone close. No wonder the second she felt safe she cut loose. I was just so fucking humbled that it was me she felt safe with. She trusted me that day in Vegas. She trusted me today with her body and with this story.
I reached forward and adjusted the water temperature, trying to keep the hot water for a little longer. I accidentally nudged her with my cock, which was still very invested in her beautiful naked body. Honest to God, those nipples of hers would haunt me for the rest of my life. The perfect pink, the color of something secret.
Her hand twitched like she wanted to touch me and my cock throbbed in reaction.
“Ignore. It.” This was for both her and me. “I still wish you’d told me.”
“Wyatt,” she said, giving me a knowing look. “If I had told you, you would have made it a big deal.”
The thought of what would have happened if I’d done what I wanted to do to her, made my blood run cold. Throwing her on the couch, fucking her from behind. I would have hurt her. Bad.
“Tink, I hurt you. That’s why I’m so pissed right now. A guy has got to know shit like that, so you don’t get hurt.”
“I just wanted it over,” she said. “So it would finally be done.”
“Well, it’s over,” I said. “And it was a shit experience for you. So, we can both be mad about that.”
“It was okay, up until, you know, that last part.”
A virgin. Her first time left her bleeding and upset. I felt like an ass.
At the very least, I could give her something to take away from this. I wanted to get down on my knees and kiss away the pain. I wanted to spread those pink lips with my tongue and try to make this better.
“Has anyone gone down on you before?” I asked her. I ran the flat of my hand down her arm, sweeping away the water that gathered in her elbow and collarbones. I traced a water drop down her breast, watching her reaction as my finger slipped over her nipple.
She gasped and the heat between us came back full blast.
“What?”
“Has anyone put their mouth between your legs? Made you come with their tongue? Licked you up until there was nothing left?”
Her mouth fell open and she shook her head. Her eyes hazy with desire.
Another first. This one I would get right.
I pushed her back until her shoulders were against the tiles, and then, ignoring the throb in my bad knee and the twinge in my ankle, I got down on my knees in front of her. The water hitting the back of my head and running down my neck.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, her fingers in my hair. Her thumb traced the curve of my ear and I loved it so much.
“Kissing it better,” I said, and looked up at her. The perfect slope of her taut stomach and the weight of her breasts. “Do you trust me, Syd?”
Without hesitation, she nodded.
“Good. Come here,” I said, and slipped one of her legs over my shoulder and I was face to face with the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen. Pink and glistening. She wasn’t bare like so many women were these days. She had a little cloud of tidy dark hair. It killed me that I’d caused her any pain. I ran my thumbs across the lips of her pussy and watched her jump. The muscles of her sleek stomach tightening and releasing.
“Wyatt,” she breathed.
“Right here, baby,” I breathed back, blowing air across her pussy. I leaned forward slowly so there weren’t any surprises and kissed that little cloud of hair. I put out my tongue and found the top of her slit, tasted her, and my cock got impossibly harder. I slipped my tongue in deeper until I brushed the hard bead of her clit.
She jumped, her hands coming up to clasp my head. I waited for her to push me away, to be too shy. But not my girl. We’d come to some place honest and she was nervous, sure, but she wanted this as much as I did.
I leaned in deeper, ran the flat of my tongue across her clit again. Again. She started humming in her throat. I liked that. Like what we were doing felt like music to her. Her hips lifted against me, telling me she wanted more.
I had plenty.
Holding her tight, I sucked her clit into my mouth and she cried out. I looked up and she was gorgeous, head thrown back. Pink nipples hard and perfect, her eyes closed. Her dark hair beaded with water, like diamonds.
I could see the flush of her arousal turn her entire chest pink.
“You feeling it, Syd?” I asked, coming up for air. I slid my hand up her smooth muscled thigh. My thumb found her clit, my finger the tender entrance to her body. I wasn’t made for gentle things. I was too big. Too rough. Too bossy. But with her I felt different. A new kind of man.
I licked her until she was trembling. I learned what she liked, soft suction and the tip of my tongue working her clit. My finger deep inside of her. I wanted to give her another finger but I was worried about the damage she might have done to herself. I wanted no more pain for this girl. Only pleasure.
“Wyatt,” she breathed as she rocked on my hand.
She was holding onto my head with both hands. I’d been wrong before, this was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Hotter than any porn I’d ever dreamed of.
“Your tits are so fucking hot,” I murmured and watched the words ripple through her. She liked a little dirty talk. “I can’t wait until I can suck on them. Would you like that?” I pinched her nipple between my thumb and finger.
She squirmed against my hand and I did it again, even harder. The water was rushing over my back, down my ass. My finger was buried inside her, working that place behind her clit, and I leaned forward and got my mouth on her again. She was dripping down my hand.
“This is…” she breathed. “I mean… Wyatt. Wyatt!”
She was working with me now, grinding against my hand and my face, using me like she had at the hot spring, and I loved it so much. I could spend my whole life being in service to this woman’s orgasms.
“You want to come?” I asked her and she nodded. “Do it, honey. I want to watch. I want to see this pussy come for me.”
In her throat the humming turned to something dark. A growling cry and she held onto my head, turning me a little until she found a pressure she liked.
For a virgin, she was a greedy little thing.
“Fuck,” she moaned and then again and I felt the tremors in her pussy. The salty sweetness of her flooded my mouth as she came so hard, I thought she might come away with fistfuls of my hair.
The humming turned to a scream that bounced off the tiles and filled the small bathroom.
I grinned against her, slowing down, helping her come down, but mostly lingering because I didn’t want to leave this moment.
The tremors stopped and she was breathing again. The humming was gone and I wondered if she even knew she was doing it. It felt like a secret. For me.
“Wyatt… I’m…”
“You are,” I said, and braced myself against the wall to get to my feet. “Perfect and delicious.”
The water hit the top of my head and ran down my chest and her sleepy, satisfied eyes tracked the drops down my chest, over my stomach to my rock hard cock.
“You’re…”
“I am.”
“Can I?” She licked her lips and I knew what she wanted. To wrap those lips around my cock. To suck me. “I’ve never done it. But I want to.”
I couldn’t even make it past the idea of her going down on her knees for me. I gripped my cock and felt the first sparks of my own orgasm.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “You ever seen a man come, Syd?”
“No,” she gasped.
“Watch me,” I told her, my voice torn from my gut. I was barely hanging on and I wanted her to see what she’d done to me. How she’d turned me on. More than I’d been in my whole goddamn life. I felt her hand flutter over mine, her fingers, brushing over the head of my cock. Those butterfly wing touches that were perfect and torture all at the same time.
This was going to be over so fast. Two hard strokes while looking at her tits. While listening to her try and catch her breath. She started humming again and that was it for me. I braced my hand against the tile wall beside her head and the orgasm rolled over my entire body. My toes felt it. I squeezed my dick harder and cum sprayed out over our fingers, onto her belly, dribbling onto the tiles between our feet.
“That was…” she breathed, and I waited, wondering what she was going to say about the experience. Earth-shattering? The best orgasm she’d ever had? Maybe she’d just thank me for being awesome at oral sex?
“A lot of cum,” she finished, and I laughed so hard it hurt.
The water went from kind of warm to icy. I shut it off as fast as I could and pulled a towel off the rack to carefully dry her body.
She seemed a million miles away and my brain was sex-erased so we didn’t need to fill the silence, but then, like the fairy princess she was, her whole face lit up. “Oh my god,” she said, eyes wide. “I’m not a virgin anymore!”
She did a fist pump like she’d scored a goal in overtime and it was so funny and sweet coming from her it actually destroyed me.
I shook my head. “You’re still a virgin.”
“Nuh, uh,” she said with a little pout. “There was blood and everything.”
“We didn’t have sex, Syd,” I explained. “This here, in the shower, was just some messing around.”
“But before. The blood!”
“Still a virgin. I was barely inside of you.”
“Virginity is a construct anyway,” she said.
I wasn’t going to argue with her, but it seemed pretty binary to me. You had sex, or you didn’t. And my girl Tink, didn’t actually have sex.
“Trust me, you’ll know when you’re not a virgin anymore.”
“So, does this mean we’re going to do it again?”
And that, I thought, was a very good question, because right now, I didn’t have a fucking clue what came next.