Chapter 22 - Elena
I’m already dizzy from how hard Wyatt kisses me, more like he’s been starving for this. Like there’s nothing more he wants in this world than everything I can give him, mouth to mouth while he holds me tightly.
We had sex before. I’ve felt his lips on mine already. Yet, something about this feels monumental in comparison.
Before, it was an inevitable release of the pent-up tension we had both been skirting around. Now, there’s meaning behind it. There’s a raw, unyielding need to make up for lost time, as if Wyatt’s trying to prove his point as well as he can.
And it’s working.
For the first time since all of this started, whatever’s between us doesn’t seem so one-sided. I don’t feel alone in this attachment anymore, like I’m not the only one going crazy because of it.
With that in mind, I can’t stop the way I return that eagerness, pressing up against him.
Wyatt groans as our bodies meld together against the wall, gripping me hard. He breaks it to leave open-mouthed kisses down my neck, hot and impatient.
“I wish I had it in me to wait until we’re home, but I’d lose my mind before we even left the club,” Wyatt murmurs, mouthing at me while his hands glide along my waist and hips. “You look too perfect for your own good.”
The admission makes something in me flutter, and I hum as I take in his affections. “So this frenzy is my fault?”
“Yes,” he utters, like it should be obvious. He nips at my skin in silent reprimand. “But you already know that.”
I do, and it makes me grin.
His mouth continues lower, kissing at my collarbone and chest, palm sliding to the underside of my breast. When he pushes up, sliding his hand under the deep neckline of my dress and beneath my bra, I shiver at the direct contact.
Wyatt hums in satisfaction while he leaves his affections all over, but before he can linger long, he’s already drifting down my body.
I watch as he goes, bracing his hands against my hips. The sight alone makes me breathless.
He drops to his knees, slow but steady, not caring that we’re in semi-public right now.
Instead, he looks up at me, holding my gaze with so much intensity it weakens my knees.
With absolute control, knowing what he’s doing to me, Wyatt’s hands gradually push the hem of my dress up, letting it bunch along my thighs.
A shiver of interest scurries down my spine, already well aware of what comes next. I can see it in his eyes.
Wyatt kisses along my thigh, moving inward before softly nipping at my skin. My breath catches, and my pulse thrums in anticipation.
Moving his fingers higher, his lips follow the same path until he reaches the black lace in front of him. Deliberately, he reaches for the waistband, hooking into the fabric just enough to make me squirm, only for him to lean in.
“You don’t know how much I crave you,” Wyatt says just above a whisper, breath fanning over my clothed core before pressing a soft kiss just above my clit to tease me. He grins at the way I twitch. “…How much I think about this.”
I try to form the words, but nothing registers in my mind. Instead, a soft moan slips from me as he kisses me through my panties again, forcing my impatience to grow tenfold.
Then, like he can’t stand the thought of waiting any longer, Wyatt slowly pulls the fabric, dragging it down my legs to leave me exposed while I hold my dress up. I watch, completely entranced, as he lifts one foot after the other, helping him take them off completely.
With a knowing grin, he tucks the black lace into his pocket before leaning in again, gripping my thighs.
Not wasting time, he closes the gap, tongue brushing through me, meeting my undeniable arousal.
The direct contact makes me shudder, pulling a breathy moan from my mouth as I clutch at the wall behind me. My legs almost buckle, but he keeps me standing.
Cursing against my skin, Wyatt keeps going, slowly lapping at me and dragging out the feeling of it. The longer he stays down there, the more ravenous he becomes, devouring me like it’s the only thing he wants to do.
It doesn’t take long for me to start falling apart, fingers moving through his hair and making a mess of it. My head drops back against the door, letting my hips slowly roll forward, seeking as much friction as I can get.
Every trace of his tongue and lips pushes me closer to the edge, and despite being the one receiving, Wyatt seems just as affected, humming and softly groaning while he consumes me.
I let myself get lost in it, feeling as my impending release closes in, breathless and savouring every beat. Just as my thighs start to shake, the onslaught suddenly stops, sending a ripple of disappointment down my spine.
Opening my eyes, I look down at him, brows furrowing. “Why’d you stop?”
Wyatt hums, kissing my inner thighs with a wrecked gleam in his eyes before moving back up. “I need you. Now.”
The words, rough around the edges, spark a renewed need in me, immediately dispelling the previous annoyance of being denied an orgasm. Not needing any prompting, I move, placing my palms against the wall.
Wyatt’s hands move to my hips, but he hesitates.
“What are you doing?” He asks, breath brushing against my ear.
“Turning around?”
A quiet scoff escapes him, and without hesitation, he carefully spins me around until we’re face to face again. He hikes my thigh up, hooking it around his hip, letting me feel the length of him, hard and just as impatient.
“I want you to look at me,” Wyatt murmurs, leaning in until our foreheads press together, and our breath mingles. He falters briefly at the contact between us, slowly rocking his hips before eagerly reaching for his belt and zipper, freeing himself. “I want you to know I mean it.”
My stomach squirms at his intentions, my knees feeling weaker automatically. But I’m not willing to let them give out…not until I’ve had my fill of him.
Arms wrapping around his shoulders, I hold his gaze with just enough defiance to get under his skin. “Then prove it.”
Something dark yet determined fills his gaze, and Wyatt’s lips press to mine, burning with need.
Not one to be outdone, Wyatt shifts his weight, angling himself just right to press against my core.
My breath hitches at the feeling, and warm sparks light up across my skin, strung out from how badly I need him.
Before I can egg him on further, Wyatt slides his length through me, making both of us sigh from the brief yet tempting friction. Then, he moves, grunting quietly as he enters me.
My breath hitches, and my eyes slide shut as he fills me in one slow, careful stroke, making my fingers dig into his shoulders. The familiar, drool-worthy stretch I feel to accommodate him scatters pleasure through me, and I can’t help but clench around him.
Wyatt groans at that, keeping a firm hold on me before pulling back, only to sink into me all over again, effortlessly drawing a moan from me.
“I’ll prove it as many times as I need to,” he utters, using his free hand to hold the back of my neck. At the same time, his lips hover above mine while he starts to move, building a gradual pace that betrays just how much he needs this. “In whatever position, at whatever pace.”
His words register in my pleasure-addled mind, but I can’t manage the words needed to reply. Not while his surprisingly deep thrusts have me pinned to the door, moaning and trembling.
At my shattered sounds, Wyatt groans before capturing my lips again, dragging them out while he ruts hard, keeping me pinned against him like he can’t stand the thought of this ending.
His pace is relentless, pulling an endless barrage of moans from me before his hand finds my mouth, gently clamping over it.
His pace hesitates as he murmurs, “As much as I want to hear you, I don’t need anyone asking questions.”
At that, I shiver, growing weaker from the touch. When he thrusts again, I groan into his palm, feeling myself falling apart.
“Christ,” Wyatt mutters, eyes glazed with desire, not stopping as he seeks out the same release.
Holding me as close as possible, his mouth drops to my neck, breath fanning gently as he muffles my sounds and moves greedily.
I try to keep myself grounded in the moment, but with all the pleasure he pumps into me, I can’t see past the haze. Everything in me coils up tight, bracing for the quickly approaching impact that has me arching and grappling at his body.
With a subtle adjustment of my thigh, Wyatt pushes in deeper, hitting the perfect spot that sends white-hot sensations tearing through me, and that’s all it takes.
In a rush, the euphoria crashes over me, hitting me so hard that my teeth graze his palm while I cry out. My fingers dig into his shoulders as my whole body convulses before fully releasing with a wave of bliss.
Wyatt’s body reacts instantly, thrusts quickening in a last-ditch effort to prolong it for me, then he releases my mouth, clutching onto me as he comes undone with a broken groan against my skin.
My skin prickles in the afterglow, oversensitive and heightened after such an overwhelming amount of stimulation. But I pant quietly through it, leaning both against him and the wall.
Wyatt helps stabilise me despite how boneless he is, and his forehead presses to mine. He swallows hard, and his grip softens. “Believe me now?”
His gruff tone stokes another streak of interest in me, somehow managing to drive me crazy all over again without even trying.
My nose brushes against his as my lips pull, blissed out and completely addicted.
“Yeah, I believe you.”