Chapter Fifteen
Vera
Wyatt pulled the truck onto the highway, and he stared intently at the road. He was a man on a mission, and I was absolutely here for it. “I really want to rub my hands over you right now, but I don’t want to distract you while you’re driving.”
He huffed a laugh. “Telling me that is distracting me while I’m driving.”
“Oh really? You should be thinking about what you’re going to do when we get back to your place. There was a lot of big talk about how you were better than my toys.”
He glanced over at me, and I held my breath. “Can’t be that hard to beat them, toys don’t have tongues.”
I laughed. “One of them actually does.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
I shrugged.
“What about one that has a tongue and can thrust inside you at the same time?”
“Sorry, they have those too.”
He breathed hard through his nose. “Alright, but can it do that and tease your nipples at the same time?”
“I mean, two toys could…”
He groaned and pretended to hit his forehead on the steering wheel. “You’re going to give me performance anxiety.”
I was teasing him and it was fun, but I was as turned on as he was and I knew without a doubt he would be better than anything I bought at the store.
Wyatt pulled up to a red light, and I unbuckled my seat belt, moved to the middle seat, and buckled up again. “Toy technology has come a long way, but it can’t do this,” I said, leaning over, and kissing a line down the side of his throat.
He groaned again, but for a different reason.
“Toys aren’t warm and wet.” I licked the skin I’d just kissed, and he shuddered.
“Besides, toys can’t take their big body, and press me into the mattress, grinding against me until I lose my mind.” I slid my hand over his cock through his jeans just once, then turned back to face the windshield.
“Fuck, you are so much better at dirty talk than I am.”
The light turned green and Wyatt slammed his foot on the gas.
I laughed. “You can try again when we get to your place.”
What followed was the longest drive of my life. I was pressed against his side, his heat leaching into me, his scent around me, and I was so turned on that the seam of my jeans was close to getting me off every time I shifted in my seat.
Finally, we pulled up in front of his house. He had barely shut off the truck before we were out and running for the house. I crashed into his back when he stopped to unlock the door. Once it was open we both fell through it.
Wyatt slammed the door, grabbed my shoulders and pressed my back against it. He crowded against me, his hands on either side of my head, his hips against mine. “You were enjoying teasing me while I was driving, weren’t you?”
I bit my lip and nodded. I knew funny Wyatt would enjoy the teasing, but this version of him, the sexy, determined, slightly feral one, would get payback in the best possible way.
“You knew I was going to want revenge even as you slid your tongue over my skin?”
I nodded again, running my fingers over his chest.
He moved back. “Uh uh, no touching for you.” He took both my wrists in one of his hands and pressed them above my head.
My breath caught and my heart rate ticked up as he leaned in. All I could smell was his skin. All I could feel was the heat pouring off him.
My lips tingled at the thought that he was going to kiss me, but he bypassed my mouth and pressed his lips to the side of my neck.
I let my head loll to the side to give him better access.
The scrape of his stubble against the sensitive, neglected skin of my throat was positively sinful. He moved lower down, nipping and sucking as he went.
He reached my right nipple, still covered by two layers of fabric, and pulled it gently with his teeth. I gasped and let my head fall back as heat flooded my body.
“Take me to bed, Wyatt,” I said, squirming under his mouth.
“Sure you wouldn’t rather take your toy to bed,” he asked. He got down on his knees, pushing the hem of my top out of the way with his free hand and kissing along the band of my jeans.
“Positive, I need you.”
He groaned, dropping his head forward, his forehead resting on my stomach, his hair falling into his face. “I can’t say no to that.”
He shot to his feet and grabbed my hand before pulling me after him up the stairs, and into his room.
I didn’t take the time to look around; I just moved towards the bed. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me hard and fast. My back hit the mattress, and he landed on top of me, his hips notched between my thighs.
“What was you said about pressing you into the mattress?” He asked as he rolled his hips against mine, grinding his length against my sensitive center.
I gasped. “I also said the toys weren’t warm and wet.”
He chuckled. “You’re demanding.”
“You like it.”
“Can’t argue there.” He pushed off me and slid my shirt up my chest, kissing my stomach as he exposed more and more of my skin.
I had the odd stretch mark from when I was pregnant with Benji.
I may have been a young mom, but the kid was over nine pounds, and my body didn’t bounce back like the magazines all said it should.
The light pink stripes on my skin didn’t even make Wyatt pause; he just kept going, kissing lower until he got to the top band of my jeans.
He popped the button, lowered the zipper, and I lifted my hips so he could strip me from the waist down. Once I was bare, he dove between my thighs like he was starving, roughly shoving my knees towards my chest and licking a stripe over my center.
I gripped the quilt, my mouth falling open as he teased me with light licks, and gentle nibbles.
I pushed my hips up, trying to encourage more friction, but he evaded my attempts, giving me enough to make me want more, but not enough to get close to the finish line.
When I growled in frustration, he pulled back, running his tongue over his lower lip.
“Did you have something you wanted to say?” he teased.
I huffed in annoyance. “Yes, you are far superior to my toys. You could put them out of business. The only way they can save themselves is to design one based on your tongue. Happy?”
He twisted his mouth as if he were considering it.
“Oh, you tease,” I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him onto his back, climbing on top of him, straddling his hips.
“Someone’s eager,” he said with a laugh.
I reached between us and palmed his cock, rubbing over it, feeling the hard, thick outline. He grunted and cursed under his breath. I lowered the zipper and snuck my hand inside, feeling him through the thin cotton of his boxers. “Yes, someone is eager.”
“Teasing is just mean when you do it,” he said, eyes squeezed shut.
I laughed. “Let’s just get naked then.”
His eyes flew open. “I like the way you think.” We fumbled, pulling each other’s shirts off, then Wyatt shucked his jeans and boxers. We were both naked except for socks, and unwilling to wait another second.
We wound up back in the same position again, him on his back with me straddling his hips.
I gripped his length, feeling the smooth hardness in my palm and stroked him gently.
“So much better than any toy,” I said.
“Damn right,” he replied, but his voice was strained.
“Mind if I take it for a proper test drive?”
“Can’t say no to a lady.”
I laughed, pushing up on my knees and brought his cockhead to my entrance. I lowered myself down, not bothering to take my time. I needed him now, deep and hard, and stretching me in the best way.
When my ass hit his lap, we both gasped, and I gripped his chest. I pushed up, then lowered down again, a jolt of pure pleasure running through my veins when he bottomed out.
I started moving faster, playing with the angle, chasing the high that his touch provided.
Sweat broke out on my forehead as the heat of his body poured into me.
I was reduced to pure sensation, just feeling and wanting to feel more.
Suddenly he grabbed my hips, lifted me off his length and tossed me onto my back. I bounced against the mattress before I fully registered what had happened.
He grabbed my legs, roughly wrapping them around his hips, and shoved back inside me. He started thrusting like a man possessed.
I gripped his shoulders, bit gently at the side of his neck, tasting the salt on his skin.
His pelvis rubbed against my clit as he moved. I could smell his sweat and his soap, feel every inch of his length as he used it to bring me pleasure, and then I was coming. My toes curled, and I bit harder at his skin as my body seized, and pleasure flooded me.
“Fuck,” he muttered as my inner muscles gripped his thick length, then he was coming too. I looked up at him, his dark hair falling into his face, the muscles of his neck and chest straining over me. Fuck, he was so hot like this, in a way not many people had seen him.
He collapsed over me, his chest rapidly rising against mine, his cock still buried deep.
I fought to catch my breath. I could feel his release slide out of me when he shifted and I realized that he was bare.
“We didn’t use anything,” I said. “Last time I forgot to use something, I ended up with Benji.” God, I must have been distracted not to think about a condom until his cum was leaking onto the sheets. “I’m on the pill now, though.” I added quickly. “Learned my lesson.”
“I’m clean,“ Wyatt said, his breathing still coming fast. “I promise.”
“Same.”
“Sorry, I forgot.”
I caught his eyes. “I’m not, it felt amazing.”
He rolled off me, but didn’t move far away. He rolled me onto my side and pulled me so his warm chest was pressed against my back. He kissed the back of my neck, then buried his nose there, sighing in contentment.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this blissfully happy. As I lay there, sweaty and blissed out in his arms, I realized how wrong my concerns had been. This was worth risking my peace for.