20. Wyatt
WYATT
“You see, sometimes... when two adults have feelings for each other, they...” I pulled my hand through my hair as Joey, Michael, and Kevin leaned on the kitchen table and I paced in front of them.
“Really, Coach? It’s a little late for the birds-and-the-bees talk.” Joey’s grin still hadn’t left his face.
“No, it’s not... that’s not what I’m doing. I just... forget it.” Annoyed, I exhaled and slammed the dishwasher door shut.
“Sorry we ruined your date.” Michael shrugged and turned to head upstairs. I didn’t have the energy to tell him it wasn’t a date.
It definitely wasn’t a date. Right?
“At least someone’s getting some.” Joey grumbled under his breath, and I pinned him with a hard stare. His grin only widened. Little shit.
Kevin followed his teammates but paused before going up the stairs. “You know you should probably go talk to her, right?”
I dropped the kitchen towel on the table. “Yeah, I know.”
“’Night, Coach.”
I lifted my chin in a good-night motion and pulled my phone from my pocket. I’d been so keyed up with Lark in my arms that I hadn’t noticed Michael’s car pull down the driveway.
What if Penny had caught us or the guys had been a few minutes later? I had been a fraction of a second from wiping that coy little smile off her face with a kiss.
I pulled up Lark’s phone number.
Me: Sorry about that.
I watched as the bubbles appeared and disappeared three times before she finally responded.
Lark: It’s okay. Good night, Wyatt.
I frowned at my phone. I had been surprised at how simple things felt over dinner with Lark.
Penny adored her, and even when Lark had corrected Penny to help with dishes, I wasn’t my typical overprotective self.
I actually felt... relieved. It was nice knowing the parenting wasn’t solely on my shoulders, and for a brief moment I had someone else carrying the responsibility with me.
It rattled me. I shouldn’t be having those feelings, any feelings , for a woman I shouldn’t trust because she had already told me that she would be leaving. It was the exact opposite of the stability I was trying to create for Pickle.
But with only the moonlight in the kitchen, Lark was irresistible. Rational thought had flown out the window when she was warm and pliant in my arms. She’d felt it too. I was sure of it. The way her pupils dilated and she melted against me told me everything I needed to know.
I needed five more minutes. An hour, tops.
Just to get her out of my system.
I knew it was bullshit even as I typed out the message.
I’m coming up.
I stopped at Penny’s door and listened one last time. She didn’t stir, and her slow, steady breathing let me know she was sound asleep.
I ground my teeth as I stomped through the darkness. I tried to pretend I didn’t know exactly what I was doing as I pounded up the wooden stairs toward her apartment.
The reality was, I planned to fuck Lark Butler. Use her up and satiate the clawing need she seemed to drag out of me. A need I didn’t have time for and definitely didn’t want—but which was there nonetheless.
Handling things on my own, getting shit done and not asking for help, had worked for me so far, but lately I had caught myself asking for her opinion, wondering what she would think if I got home late or made a tough call to cut a player.
It was maddening.
It had been years since I’d let a woman in, and I didn’t realize how badly I craved the closeness of another person. The intimacy of a family dinner and a night on the couch watching a shitty movie.
Lark had managed to wedge herself into my life, and she hadn’t planned on staying.
A bitter part of me wanted to grab onto her, shake her, and make her see what she was doing to me.
To us. Because it wouldn’t just be me who would be broken and bruised when she finally walked away.
Penny was already attached to her, and the closer we got, the harder it would be to pick up the pieces when Lark eventually moved on.
My fist paused in midair before landing with a resounding bang on her front door.
Fuck it.
The door swung open, and the wisps of her hair blew back.
“Wyatt—”
I surged forward, swallowing her gasp as I lifted her and pulled her legs around me so I could feel the heat of her pussy press into my aching cock. I wanted to rut into her, show her exactly how unhinged she was making me simply by existing.
My hands met her ass and squeezed, pulling her into me, rubbing her against me as I slid my tongue into her mouth. That spicy cinnamon and citrus I knew so well assaulted my senses as I left a trail of wet kisses down the column of her neck.
Her moan thrummed under my mouth, and I licked and sucked the pulse point under her thin skin. Lark’s hands moved up my chest and over my shoulders as she pulled me closer. Through her jeans I could feel the heat of her pussy, and a core-deep longing pulled a guttural moan from my body.
Lark found my belt buckle. I pulled back, enjoying the lust flash in her eyes and how her lips were already puffy from my kiss. In one swift movement, I whipped my belt through the loops and let it fall with a clatter to the ground.
My hands found her tits, her nipples already hard beneath my thumbs as I teased in slow, rough circles. Her nails scraped against the thin skin of my stomach as she undid my jeans and worked the zipper down.
Lark flashed a mischievous grin as she lowered to her knees. I gripped the sides of her arms. “Hey, I—”
Before I could stop her, she smiled. “Shh. I want this.” Lark freed my cock and pushed my jeans and underwear down my thighs. “Didn’t you say you’d let me gag on it?”
I swallowed hard. “Is that what you want?”
She licked her lips and nodded.
“Tell me,” I demanded, desire flooding my bloodstream as she looked up at me, teasing and gorgeous and perfect. “Tell me you want me to feel the back of your throat with this cock.”
Lark took me in one hand, then smiled and licked the bead of precum from the head of my dick. “I want it. I want every inch of you.”
“Is that right? You want me so deep you gag and then I feed you another inch?”
“Yes.” She practically whimpered, and on a moan, Lark pulled the head of my cock into her sweet mouth. It was tight and hot and wet.
Emotion flickered through me as her eyes met mine. I was holding back. My words were harsh and demanding and bold, but I would go only as far as she would let me.
She licked and pumped me with her hand as her mouth and tongue sucked me deep.
I ran a hand across her cheek, brushing the hair away from her face so I could watch her lips stretch around my cock.
“Fuck.” My hand moved to the back of her head, gently holding her while she bobbed and moaned as she sucked me off. My entire body hummed with pleasure as I watched.
With a languid stroke of her tongue, she pulled back, and I ached to bury myself inside her again.
“Now,” she said. “Hold my hair back and watch as I take you deep.”
I could barely breathe. Lark was fully in control, despite the fact I was desperate to hammer into her.
This woman is everything. “You want me to fuck that pretty little face?”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
Her desperate whimper snapped the last cord of my control.
With both hands, I cradled her head, lightly fisting her hair as she took all of me into her mouth.
I tipped my hips forward but let her set the depth.
Her hands gripped my bare ass as she pulled me forward.
The head of my cock pushed against the soft palate at the back of her throat.
I froze.
Determined, Lark’s mouth moved up and down my length again, pulling me impossibly deep. I felt her throat close and her gag reflex kick in. My cock was aching to finish in her mouth.
She pulled back to catch her breath and sucked me deep again. I groaned and watched as saliva dripped from her stretched lips.
And I snapped.
I needed to bury my cock into that tight little pussy and unleash on her.
“Get up.” My voice was hard and demanding.
I helped Lark to her feet, and the back of her hand swiped across her chin. I brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You are so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you.”
Her lashes swooped down, and she offered me a shy smile. I pulled my pants up so I could bend at my knees and scoop her up. I playfully tossed Lark over my shoulder and stomped toward the bedroom.
After dropping her on the bed, I peeled off her jeans and socks, letting my fingertips stroke down the smooth skin of her thighs. Her underwear was damp, and my cock surged at knowing how wet she was from being on her knees for me.
“Did you like that?” My fingertips ran across the wet spot at her front.
“It was deliciously naughty.” Lark tried to cross her legs as I teased her, but I only planted a hand on her knee, spreading her open for me. My hands moved up her rib cage, pulling her shirt up and over her round tits.
I ditched my shirt and pants before getting my hands back on her smooth skin. Every inch of her was perfect to me. “There are so many naughty things I can do to you.”
Lark wiggled out of her bra, making her tits bounce, and she grinned up at me. “Like what?”
She liked when I was vocal—told her exactly how I wanted to use her, worship her. I moved forward and pressed my hips into her as I climbed higher.
My hands massaged her chest, teasing her puffy nipple through the lace of her bra. “For one, I wouldn’t mind slipping my cock between these.”
Lark bit her lip and her eyes met mine.
She likes the idea of that.
I dropped a kiss in the hollow of her collarbone.
“But tonight I want to stretch open this pussy.” Her sharp intake of breath was a shot of adrenaline to my system. She arched and moaned as I gave her only featherlight touches. “I want to fuck you long and hard. Then I want to watch my cum drip out of that pretty little cunt.”
Her legs wound around me as her back arched and her head tipped to the ceiling. “Oh my god. You are so filthy.”
My hands had a mind of their own, memorizing every dip and curve of her body.
“I want that.”
My eyes flew to hers, and I raised an eyebrow. No condom? I fought an internal battle as every safe-sex talk, warning from coaches about women looking to get knocked up by a professional football player, and even Penny’s mom, Bethany, flashed through my mind.
But somehow, with her, I was unafraid. I wanted this, wanted her .
Lark could see my hesitation, and she added, “I’m on the pill. You can pull out if you want.”
I gripped her hips and pulled her closer to me. “I trust you.”
My fingers teased her pussy, and my balls tightened when I felt how wet she already was for me. My thumb found her clit, and she arched off the bed to meet my caress. With slow, teasing touches, I made sure she was ready for me.
Her brown hair fanned out, and her hips gently rocked, bucking up to get more from every touch. I gripped my cock, sliding it through her pussy and teasing her with the tip.
I bit back a groan. If I wasn’t careful, I’d blow my load before I even had the chance to sink balls deep inside her.
I wanted her that badly.
Finally, I placed one hand on her hip and another on my cock, guiding it into her entrance. I watched as her gorgeous pink pussy stretched to accommodate me. Her low moan was intoxicating. I needed more of her—all of her.
Lark did too. “More. Yes, more.”
A grunt vibrated in my throat. “I want to hear you beg like the greedy little thing you are.” Encouraged by her moans of approval, I slowly pumped into her, feeding every last inch until I was fully seated and sheathed deep inside.
Lark gasped. I groaned and had never felt more connected to another human being.
She was everything.
Her hands moved across my chest, and I bent down to embrace her.
I needed every part of her touching every part of me as I poured myself into making her feel good.
With long strokes, I pumped into her, her body clamped around me.
I lifted to gaze down at her perfect features, scrunched with pleasure, and I poured every touch, every unspoken word into her.