Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Give Me More - Grace
Ibite my lip as I watch Wyatt. His face registers shock at first, his beautiful brown eyes growing wide, then changing like a kaleidoscope with different emotions at each twist. Surprise. Desire. Need. Longing. All the same emotions I’m feeling, I see reflected there.
My breath catches when I see the final shift in his eyes, the final turn of that kaleidoscope.
Love.
“Gracie,” he says firmly, putting his hands on my face, “I want you so damn much. But—”
“No,” I interrupt. “No buts. I know I just told you I love you. I know we have things to talk about from tonight. Like why were you at Phi Sigma and why Asher set you off so badly when you know I have zero interest in him. But I don’t want to do that now.
” I move my hands to his neck, and I can feel his pulse pounding against my fingertips. “I want to be with you.”
Then I draw his mouth toward mine and suck his lower lip between my teeth.
A low, primal moan escapes his throat as his hands move around my back, pulling me into his body.
I feel his erection through his jeans, pressing into the flimsy fabric of my shorts, and I gasp as desire rips through me.
I instinctively press my hips forward, wanting to know what he would feel like.
As soon as I brush against him, a powerful, wonderful ache forms between my legs.
“Fuck,” he groans, his breath hot and achingly needy as it passes over my lips. “You’re making this so fucking hard.”
I chuckle. “I thought you were already fucking hard,” I murmur before sucking on his lower lip again.
A shudder escapes him and I feel my muscles tighten in response, everywhere. My stomach. My core. These sensations are all new to me, this heavy but wonderful, aching, throbbing feeling that only Wyatt can cause.
That only Wyatt can fill.
“Wyatt, please. It’s what we both want.”
His mouth drops against mine, his erection still pressing against me, our bodies entwining together against the passenger door of his car. Wyatt’s kiss is simple, a brush against my lips, and one hand returns to my face, his knuckles grazing against my cheekbone.
“I’m going to take you back to my place,” he says, “and we’re going to do whatever you want to do. I mean that. And you can tell me to stop at any time. If you change your mind, if you don’t want something, I want you to stop me. Promise me that.”
I bite my lip to keep from crying. This is how much Wyatt loves me. This isn’t just sex for him. This is about my first time. This is about making sure I feel safe. Letting me know I have a boyfriend who cares about me more than he does about getting off.
I didn’t have doubts before about losing my virginity tonight, but if I did? They would have evaporated right here with his words. “I’m not going to stop you,” I promise as his knuckles continue to move across my cheekbone.
Wyatt dips his head and kisses me one more time. I resist the urge to pull him closer, to feel his hardness. “Okay,” he says. “Let’s go back to my place.”
I move aside and he opens the door for me. I slip into the seat. My heart is pounding as Wyatt gets behind the wheel and starts the engine. As soon as he pulls out of the spot, his hand moves to my thigh, sliding up and down over my skin. I bite my lip as the heat continues to build in me.
“You look so fucking hot tonight,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving the road. “I got hard the second I saw you.“
“Do you know what I was thinking of when I got dressed tonight to go out? You. All I could think of was what you would think about this outfit.”
His eyes dart quickly to my profile. “I think my dick already told you what I think about the outfit and the hot girl who’s wearing it.”
I blush. Wyatt grins.
Now we’re only a block away from his house, and I’ve never been so grateful that he lives so close to Greek Row. His hand continues to explore my leg, and I notice that I’m already wet merely from what he’s doing right now.
And from the idea of what he’s going to do with me in a matter of minutes.
Wyatt turns off the engine, and we both get out of the car.
He walks ahead, and in the move that is one of the things that made me fall in love with him, he extends his hand behind him and wiggles his fingers.
I grin and put my hand in his, and then he races up the sidewalk.
I’m laughing, and he is, too. We reach the doorstep and he thrusts the key into the lock, opening it and throwing the door open.
The house is dark and silent. “Come on,” he says, pulling me up the stairs.
He pushes open a door to a room, leading me into it, and then quickly turns around to close the door.
He turns the lock on it, and then his hands find my waist. Wyatt’s mouth is on mine in a hot, desperate kiss.
The room is illuminated with moonlight filtering in through the curtains, so I can see him.
He’s so beautiful. And he’s truly mine.
“Gracie,” he murmurs, “I want you so much it hurts.”
I kiss him back, my hands in his hair, my body pressing closer to him.
The aching, the need—it’s building with intensity now.
He walks me backward to his bed, and we both tumble onto it, our mouths still fused together.
His cock is rubbing against me now, straining through his jeans, rocking up against the apex of my thighs as we kiss.
“Oh my God, that feels so good,” I gasp.
Wyatt rips his mouth away from mine, and his lips brush against my ear, sending goose bumps rippling through me. “Chase it, baby. Rock your hips against me.”
I do as he says, bucking my hips up, chasing the feeling of his erection against me.
“Christ,” Wyatt groans into my neck. “I can’t imagine how good you’re going to feel when I’m inside of you.” Then he begins to kiss my neck as he rocks against me, his lips sucking and biting all the way down the column of my neck.
“Wyatt,” I whimper, as I continue to rock my hips against his erection.
He begins to move faster against me, thrusting harder, and the feeling begins to build again, this time, more insistent.
His mouth claims mine, and we share a frantic, deep, heated kiss.
One of his hands skims down over my top, cupping my breast, and I arch off the bed in response.
“You’re perfect,” he gasps against my lips.
“Wyatt,” I whisper, as my core begins to coil. “I ... I ... Wyatt!”
My breathing is becoming frantic. My underwear is soaked. Could I be about to come before he’s even touched me?
“I ... I ...” I lick my lips and close my eyes, thrusting my pelvis harder against him.
“Jesus Christ,” Wyatt says, rocking harder into my core.
I move my hand to his chest. I skim it over the fabric of his T-shirt, then I reach for his belt buckle.
And then I go lower, my hand moving over the denim fabric, grabbing his dick through his jeans. It’s hard and bulging in my hand, and Wyatt shudders all over the second I touch him, a strangled cry escaping his lips.
“You’re going to make me come,” he manages to say. “Christ.”
I’m undoing him. We haven’t taken off any clothing and we’re undoing each other.
Wyatt pushes himself up and stares down at me. “Are you okay?”
I love him so much.
I nod. “Yes. Better than okay.”
“Can I undress you?”
“Yes.”
Wyatt moves down the bed and slowly pulls off my boots. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he tugs off his shirt. I suck in an excited breath as I see all his muscles, from the cut abs to sculpted shoulders and biceps. This is the body that is going to be mine to explore. Taste. Touch.
I wait for Wyatt to move up to unbutton my shorts, but instead he takes one of my legs and bends it, followed by the other. His large hand skims over my leg, working his way up, and then his mouth kisses the inside of my thigh.
I gasp when I realize what he’s going to do.
Oh my God he’s going to go down on me.
“Is this okay?” he asks softly.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Wyatt moves his attention to the other leg, stroking and kissing the inside of it, and then his hand cups me, and I arch high off the bed.
“You do this to me,” I tell him. “You make me want to do this.”
Wyatt’s hand runs over my shorts, over my slit, and I groan and toss my head against his pillow. “Please. Give me more,” I beg.
“Take off your shorts. Only your shorts,” he says, his voice rough.
I fumble with the button on my shorts with shaking hands and pull down the waistband. Wyatt helps me, and I lift my butt up so he can remove them.
Now I’m before him in black panties.
He takes one of my legs over his shoulder, and I move my other leg to do the same, feeling incredibly vulnerable before him. I swallow hard and Wyatt responds by pressing a gentle kiss on my slit through my panties, causing me to cry out as his warm mouth and breath touch my intimate spot.
“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked through your panties,” he says, his voice astonished.
I blush furiously. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s so damn hot,” Wyatt murmurs.
“You’re the only one who has made me do this,” I whisper.
A satisfied groan comes from his lips. “Good.”
Then he kisses the top of my apex, and then slowly drags his tongue down over my panties, the entire length of my slit.
“Oh my God!” I cry, gripping his hair with my hands. He laughs softly against my skin.
“Just wait until I eat you,” he murmurs against my underwear.
I feel my heart rate pick up. Not with fear. But with excitement. I thought I’d be scared about this. About my first time, about a guy kissing me here, in this intimate spot.
But I’m not. I feel vulnerable, but safe. And it’s the biggest turn on ever.
Wyatt’s tongue is all over my underwear, sucking, licking, teasing. I writhe underneath him, and I’m throbbing so much, I’m about to lose my mind.
He lifts his head, his eyes locking on mine, one hand reaching up and caressing my breast. “Can I take your underwear off?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Please.”