Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I was drunk on kisses by the time we made it to Wyatt’s apartment. He carried me the rest of the way, making me feel light as a feather even though I knew I was nothing close.
Wyatt set me down to kick off his boots. I unzipped mine and dropped them next to his then was back in his arms. He held me against his chest as he led us right through the living room.
“I’m not taking my chances again. I need you in my bed.”
I laughed until his hands slid under my sweater and grazed my overheated skin. He didn’t stop at my stomach but kept going until he had to break our kiss to remove my sweater. He ducked to get his lips on my breasts, kissing and suckling the sensitive skin above my bra.
Not to be outdone, I pushed him back and tugged his shirt up and off, anxious to get my hands on him. I’d been fantasizing about him since our first kiss. No more fantasies. I needed to touch.
He continued walking us toward the hallway beyond the living room, leaving our tops on the floor on the way until we reached his bedroom.
Wyatt pressed me against the wall outside his bedroom door and worked his way from my neck to my breasts and back up.
I arched against him and he took advantage of the space between my back and the wall.
My breasts sagged with the release of the clasp. He guided the straps slowly down my arms, his eyes glued to me as the cups revealed my breasts to his hungry gaze.
“I’ve been wanting to touch these for months, Peyton.”
“What are you waiting for?”
The devilish grin disappeared as he buried his face between my breasts. He lifted them, squeezing both together around his cheeks. He turned to bite then lick first one, then the other. His thumbs brushed my nipples and made me cry out. I was so ready for him.
“Don’t hold back from me, Peyton. I want to hear every sound you make.”
His mouth closed over my nipple and I gasped. He growled at me, pinching my other nipple. His tongue flicked and caressed. He sucked hard, then released me to move to the other side.
I was already close. Waves of warmth spilled over me. I wanted to reach between my legs and finish what Wyatt started, but most men didn’t like to be pushed out of the way when it came to giving orgasms.
I learned that one the hard way.
“Wyatt,” I cried, my voice sounding pained even to my own ears. “Wyatt, I need to come.”
“Then come,” he said against my breast.
He bit my nipple and ground himself against me, giving me just a taste of what I needed. I shifted, trying to get more from him, but it wasn’t right.
Before I could fix it, Wyatt scooped me up. He pressed my back to the wall and thrust up against me, hitting exactly where I needed him.
“Yes,” I groaned. “More.”
Wyatt searched for my breast with his mouth as he thrust into me over and over again. I could feel the pull, the bliss, of my orgasm rushing toward me. It got closer with every stroke of his body against mine.
He released my nipple and made a move for the other one, his hands tight on my ass.
He shifted, moving us away from the wall.
I almost fell backward, but he caught me.
He stalked into his room, not bothering with the light, until we hit the bed.
He dropped me on the edge, my legs still around his waist. His hands cupped my breasts, kneading, teasing, pinching, as his cock worked me over.
“Wyatt,” I moaned.
“Don’t stop, Peyton. Tell me what you need.”
“Just. Keep. Going. Please.”
He thrust harder, his cock feeling amazing through our clothes. I would have given anything to feel his skin against mine, but I was too close to suggest we back up and take everything off. I needed to get one out before I could think.
He rocked into me, fucking me through our clothes. One hard thrust. Then another. And one more.
My breath caught in my throat. Heat spiraled through me. I clenched my thighs around him. And with one more stroke, I went flying.
“Wyatt! Oh, yes! Fuck! More!” I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t think. I just wanted Wyatt.
“Don’t stop, Peyton,” he growled.
But he moved. He disappeared. The delicious cock that set me off wasn’t between my thighs anymore.
I looked up, barely able to keep my eyes open. Wyatt stripped his pants off and fisted his cock, stroking himself. His eyes fluttered closed. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
He opened his eyes and found me watching him.
With our eyes locked together, he stroked himself again.
And again. I couldn’t keep my eyes on his.
I needed to see him. His large cock encased in his big hand.
The purple tip barely visible, then stretched as his fist hit the base.
Over and over, he stroked himself. Watching me, watching him.
I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down my thighs and kicked them off. His eyes widened watching me, but he didn’t say anything. When I reached beneath my panties, he shook his head.
“Off.”
He helped me glide my panties down my legs, then went back to stroking himself.
“Show me how you like to be touched, Peyton. Show me what you want me to do to you.”
Tentatively, I eased my hand between my legs.
His eyes were glued to where my hand met my body.
I dipped my fingers low, soaking them before bringing my fingers up to my clit.
With my middle finger on top, I teased myself.
Every brush of my clit made my legs twitch.
They closed slowly, unaccustomed to staying spread.
Wyatt stepped forward, placing his big body between my knees so they’d stay apart. “Keep going.”
I moved my hand faster, getting closer. I needed to come. Between his eyes on me and how turned on I was from my first orgasm, I was close. I looked down and focused on his hand moving quickly over his cock, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned softly. “Wyatt.”
“Say my name again, Peyton. I want to hear my name as you come.”
“Wyatt,” I said softly.
“Louder. Say it louder. I know you want to scream.”
“Wyatt,” I repeated.
“More, Peyton. I need to hear it more.”
His nose nudged my hand, pushing it to the side.
I looked down, nearly coming again when I saw him positioned between my thighs.
His tongue ran from my entrance up to my clit and flicked it.
He repeated my movements with his tongue, adding in a few hard sucks and a finger inside me, and I was gone before I knew it.
“Wyatt!” I yelled. “Fuck, yes, Wyatt!”
He murmured against me but didn’t stop. He added another finger and flicked me again. He suckled and licked and teased and had me screaming his name again seconds later.
Only after I begged him to stop did he ease up. His fingers made a slow glide out of me, nearly sending me into another blissful orgasm. He kissed my thighs and stood up, wiping his face on his arm.
I’d never seen a man so beautiful in my life. His face covered with my come, his cock hard and ready for me. Maybe I was wrong about being able to think about him as just as lover.
Wyatt was sheathed and positioned at my entrance before I could further analyze my feelings about him.
“Peyton?” he asked, his voice curious and concerned.
“I want to feel you inside me, Wyatt,” I told him, knowing it was the only thing I was sure of.
He thrust in hard, giving me yet another orgasm. I clenched around him, gasping for breath. He was so big he hit every nerve ending inside me, even ones I didn’t know existed.
When he started to move, I knew I’d died and gone to heaven.
I was still positioned on the edge of his bed, with him standing between my legs.
Each jolt of his body against mine had his balls slamming into my ass, something that only added to the erotism of the event.
He was my friend. He was someone I knew I had no future with.
He was not a one-night-stand. Or a fling. Or someone I could fuck and forget.
He was Wyatt.
He was a man I honestly thought I could be falling for.
And his cock was buried deep inside me, his balls ricocheting off my ass.
Did it get any stranger?
He fucked me like it was the only thing in the world he wanted to do. Like he needed to feel me. His eyes searched mine the whole time, looking for clues. His hands skimmed my body. He grunted, “You’re beautiful.”
I wanted to tell myself it was an empty platitude, but I could see that he meant it.
It wasn’t just sex for him either. At least, I didn’t think so. Which was what made the whole thing weirder.
“Talk to me, Peyton. What’s in that head of yours?”
I grinned. “I was thinking this is weird.”
He stopped. “What’s weird?”
“Us. Together.”
“Well, fuck. I wasn’t counting on that.”
He stopped and started to pull out. I wrapped my legs around him.
“I didn’t want you to stop, Wyatt.”
“It sure sounds like you do.”
I tightened my legs and urged him back inside and moaned. “That feels so good, Wyatt. You feel good. I want you.”
He pulled out, then slammed back in. I moaned again, my eyes falling closed.
“More, Wyatt.”
“Keep talking to me, Peyton.”
“You feel so good, Wyatt. I’ve never come as much as I did with you. No man has ever made me feel that way.”
“You’re so wet, Peyton.”
“That was all you. Just you, Wyatt,” I moaned, knowing I was getting close again. “I think I might come again.”
“Yes. Come. Let me feel you.”
“I’m close,” I whimpered.
He slammed harder, lifting my ass to change the angle he entered me. My legs fell to the sides, his cock hitting exactly where I needed him.
“Fuck, Wyatt. I. Can’t. Move. More. Please. Harder.”
He gripped my hips and thrust again. His hips pistoning against me. My body stopped moving, falling limp like I was made of soggy noodles. I’d never had that feeling before, but I could tell I was seconds away from an orgasm so big I wouldn’t be able to contain myself.
“Wyatt,” I cried, nervous.
“I’m right here with you, Peyton. I’m not going anywhere. Let go. Let me feel that orgasm.”
“Argh!” I yelled. Everything inside me felt like it exploded at once. My channel flooded, my legs went stiff, my body felt like a fireball detonated in my gut. Fire filled me and spilled out of my mouth in the form of Wyatt’s name.
“Don’t stop, Peyton. Don’t stop.”
He hooked one arm around my leg and hit my clit with his thumb. I screamed again, barely recovered from the last orgasm before the new one swamped me. I felt like I was drowning in pleasure. My body trembled, shaking uncontrollably as I went for the ride of my life.
Wyatt’s thumb left me. He gripped my hips tight and plunged in deep and hard. One. Twice. Three times and he yelled my name, roaring it at the top of his lungs. I felt him swell milliseconds before he erupted into me.
He continued pumping into me for a few seconds, then collapsed onto me. His beard tickled my neck and my back hurt where I was half-off the bed, but I didn’t care. I’d stay that way forever if it meant I could have Wyatt again.
One breath at a time, our heart rates slowed. Wyatt kissed my slick skin, working his way from my neck to my lips. He stared at me for a few seconds before smiling.
“I’d say we’re as good in bed as we are as friends. Maybe better.”
I wasn’t sure what I expected him to say, but it stung a little that he still thought of us as just friends. I was starting to fall for him and he still thought of me as a buddy.
“I think you’re right,” I said, pasting on a grin that I hoped would fool him.
He kissed me again, slowly, savoring our connection. It didn’t feel like a kiss friends would share. It felt like something that meant a hell of a lot more.
“I know you can’t stay, but Wednesday I hope you do.”
“Wednesday?”
He nodded. “We’re going to cook dinner. Did you already forget?”
I shook my head, feeling silly for being so relieved that he still wanted to see me then. “I didn’t forget. Just wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Don’t get weird on me now, Peyton. We’re damn good together.”
I nodded, avoiding his eyes.
“Do you regret what happened?”
My gaze snapped back to his. “Do you?”
He shook his head. “Not for a second. I told you I’ve wanted you for a while. Although I did promise you sex in front of the fireplace. We’ll have to do that next time.”
“Next time?”
“I want there to be a next time.”
“I think I like the sound of that.”
I got dressed while Wyatt took care of the condom. He pulled a pair of pajama pants on and slid his arms around me.
“I feel like such a dick for making you drive yourself home. I should have planned this better.”
I laughed. “I think I’d prefer it this way.”
“What? You can make a break for it? Get away from me?”
“No,” I said, turning in his arms. “Knowing it wasn’t planned. That you haven’t been doing all this to get me into bed.”
“Well, I’m not sure I’m that innocent. I have been thinking about getting you into bed for a while.”
I laughed, knowing it wasn’t the whole truth. He’d barely spoken to me since we’d met. I had no reason to think he had a thing for me all this time. But it was nice to hear.
“Wednesday, pack a bag and stay the night with me.”
“Why?” I blurted.
“Because I want to do that more than just once. Just having you in front of the fire isn’t enough. There’s shower sex. And middle of the night sleepy sex. And forget breakfast sex. And because I want to wake up to you.”
I knew I should say no. I knew I was getting too attached to him. I knew it was a bad decision.
But I knew I couldn’t resist him.
So I said yes.