Chapter 21 Wyatt
She didn’t move, just looked down at me with an amused expression.
Then she bit her lower lip and said, “I want to ice every spot again first.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“But I do. Otherwise, you’ll have bad bruises tomorrow.”
I was going to have them regardless, but if it made her happy, why not? Besides, I enjoyed her attention.
I wanted to chat about the encounter with that asshole. I saw red when he started talking to her like that. I was proud of her for holding her ground and not cowering, but I couldn’t contain myself. I hadn’t intended to fight him—I wasn’t a violent person at all—but that guy pissed me off.
“Want to talk about—”
“No,” she said categorically.
“All right.”
She was so damn gentle, you would have thought I might break. When she finished icing the sore spot on my stomach, I grabbed her wrist.
“Let’s get to the pleasant part of the evening,” I teased.
“And what might that be?”
I moved her hand toward the coffee table and instructed, “Put that down, babe.”
She immediately let go of the ice. I gripped her hips and pulled her farther onto my lap.
She clenched my sides with her heels as I got up, grabbing the glass of ice as I carried her out of the living room.
“Wait, where are we going?”
“Upstairs.”
“I’m getting that tour of the house?” she teased.
“We’ll start with the bedroom.”
She smirked. “That’s what I like about you-straight to the point.”
“Always, Kinley.”
My bedroom was huge. She gasped when I stepped in. “Oh my God, this has to be the biggest bedroom ever.”
I took her straight to the bed. “I tore down the walls between four rooms to put this together.”
“You like your space. Got it.” She licked her lips, looking up at me, then noticed the glass in my hand. “You brought the ice. Smart. That way I can ice you.”
“It’s not for me.” Her eyes widened as my words registered. “Take off your dress, Kinley. I want to see you.”
As she pulled her dress above her waist, I zeroed in on her panties—the fabric was almost transparent. Fuck, her pussy was on full display.
“You wore this to the office today?”
“I love my sexy lingerie. It’s the only kind I own.”
It was hard for me to keep myself in check before, but now I’d need to double my efforts. Knowing she was wearing something like that underneath her clothes at work would drive me insane.
I got rid of my pants before she even pulled her dress over her head. Fuck yeah. I needed to squeeze my cock good and tight so I didn’t come too early. Her bra was completely different from her panties: red with white stripes, pushing her breasts up.
Her tits were so fucking perfect and round that I couldn’t keep my distance one second longer. I needed her nipples in my mouth, and then I wanted my tongue on her pussy ASAP. Tonight, I’d get my fill of Kinley.
I moved my mouth down one breast and then up the other one. They looked fucking sexy in the bra, but I still needed it out of the way. Mere seconds after she threw her dress behind her, I unclasped it quickly.
“You taste delicious, Kinley.”
As soon as her breasts were free, I sucked a nipple into my mouth, still gripping my cock. I needed that pressure so damn much. Then I felt Kinley’s warm hand wrap around my erection. I pushed my hips forward into her fist and groaned against her breast.
“Wyatt,” she whispered.
She moved her hand up and down, moaning as I shoved my hand into her panties.
I wasn’t gentle about it either. I pressed three fingers against her clit, and the guttural sound she released reverberated throughout her entire body.
We were both on the very edge already. I needed her badly, and I knew she was just as desperate for me. Tonight was going to be fantastic.
She was still holding her bra in one hand, and that gave me an idea.
I touched the hand she had on my cock and said, “Let go.”
“But why? You like it.”
“I fucking love it, but I’ve got other plans for you.”
“Okay.”
I groaned when she let go, then proceeded to tie her wrists with the bra. Her breathing became more labored. Hell yeah. She was surprised but was already panting in anticipation. After I secured her wrists, I pulled her panties down her ass and past her knees.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Spread wide for me. I only gave you my fingers last time, but you’ll get my mouth on you tonight.”
Her eyes widened, her pupils blown. I took an ice cube from the glass and noticed her shift her hips, probably expecting that I’d put it over her pussy, but that wasn’t what I had planned.
Instead, I settled my face between her legs.
She was petite enough that I could reach her breast from this position, and I circled her nipple with the ice while I made the same movement with my tongue around her clit.
She started to moan as I flicked my tongue lazily.
I wasn’t going to be quick about this. No, I was a big believer that when it came to orgasms, slow exploration always led to a far more powerful release. And I wanted that for Kinley tonight.
She was fucking delicious. The ice melted in no time, leaving a wet mess around the bed, but I didn’t care.
I lifted her ass a few inches so I had perfect access to her entrance, then pushed my tongue in and out, in and out.
I moved my hands so I was holding up her ass with one, freeing the other one so I could stroke her clit with my thumb.
The double attention made her completely wild.
She thrashed so intensely that I had to pull my head back for a few seconds until she calmed. Then I licked her again.
“Wyatt, I need to touch myself,” she breathed.
“No. I’m touching you right now, gorgeous,” I growled before focusing on her pussy again.
She moved her arms in a jerking manner, bringing them from over her head to rest on her belly.
I’d tied her pretty well, but she managed to cup her breast with one hand.
Fuck, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
She went from wild to desperate, clenching her thighs.
She pressed one against my ear, but clearly she had enough self-control left because she wasn’t squeezing my head completely. Not yet anyway.
My erection was so damn painful. I was going to fuck this woman the second she came—I wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer.
She cried out once, and then my name was a guttural groan in her mouth while she practically rode my face. I held her ass firmly with one hand, guiding her motions. She was fucking beautiful.
I was wrong. I couldn’t even wait until she calmed down. I pushed myself up onto my knees and positioned her pussy so I could slide in her. I didn’t even take it easy, just slid in until my balls slapped her ass.
“Wyatt! Oh, Wyatt!”
Kinley kept thrashing, and her pussy pulsed around my cock.
Watching her come while I was buried in her to the hilt was amazing.
It filled me with fire. I moved, watching her gorgeous face, paying attention to any sign that it was too much.
I wanted to pleasure her, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her.
She tugged erratically at the bra around her wrists.
It was time to free her. I only needed a few seconds to untie the knot, and then Kinley’s hands were all over her torso, especially her breasts.
It was so fucking exquisite watching her.
She held her legs wide apart, and then she let go of her breasts and I guided her hands under her knees.
“That’s it. Spread wide for me. Just like that, gorgeous.”
She closed her eyes tightly as I pulled my cock back and then slammed in again.
“You’re so fucking tight. I love this.”
She murmured, but I couldn’t make sense of her words.
I loved that she couldn’t even be coherent because she was too overwhelmed by the sensations.
When she was close again and I felt myself skirting dangerously close to the edge, I pulled out of her completely.
I wanted to finish inside her, but not just yet.
She opened her eyes, blinking rapidly. I sat at the edge of the bed and pulled at her hand.
“Stand up and look in that mirror.” It was opposite us on the dresser. “I want you to see us.”
“Wyatt, please.”
“I know you need my cock, beautiful. And I’ll give it to you.”
She climbed out of bed, and I directed her to stand before me. Then I rose as well.
I pushed my cock in just like that. I couldn’t properly fuck her like this, of course—I’d have to lower myself to my knees to reach her—but I wanted to tease her a little as we made eye contact in the mirror.
Then she dropped her head back and gasped, her thighs shaking slightly. She was almost on edge again.
I couldn’t wait a second longer. Why the hell had I pulled out before? I sat back down on the bed and pulled her on top of me. Sideways like that, I could watch us in the mirror over her shoulder.
“Look at my cock sliding inside you,” I said, and she blinked her eyes open.
She straightened her head up and made eye contact with me in the mirror. We were both watching as I moved in and out of her. This was too damn good. I groaned, biting into her shoulder, and she moaned louder.
“Wyatt, please don’t stop this time!” she begged.
Hearing her all vulnerable and pleading was my undoing. I’d give her the world if she begged beautifully like this.
“You’re delicious,” I said into her ear, tugging at her earlobe. “Your pussy was made for me. You were made for me. Fuck, Kinley.”
I put two fingers on her clit, stroking up and down while I drove inside her.
She gave in the next second. Her right leg shook so badly that she nearly fell from my lap, but I held her with an arm around her waist. Her inner muscles squeezed and squeezed until I had nothing left to give.
I filled her up completely, letting go, losing myself in our pleasure.