16. Wyatt
CHAPTER 16
Wyatt
TANGLED UP
But Sally, being Sally, decides to do her own thing.
Digging her teeth into her bottom lip, Sally reaches between us. I’ve already got my fly unzipped, so she slips a finger into the waistband of my briefs and slides that finger back and forth. Back and forth.
My dick leaps. I feel myself leaking everywhere.
“I knew you wore briefs,” she says. “Could’ve sworn I felt them when I accidentally touched you there on ladies’ night.”
“Wanna fondle me now?”
She grins. “I do.”
My heart lurches when she tugs my briefs and jeans down to my knees. My cock bobs heavily between us, but the silence that suddenly permeates the room is even heavier.
Sally is looking down. For a second, I wonder if she’s too busy ogling my dick to see my tattoo. But then she’s falling to her knees, falling back on her haunches so she can get a better look at my left thigh. Specifically the place where it meets with my groin.
Reaching up, she runs her thumb over the tattoo there, high enough up that it can only be seen when I’m naked. Smaller than my other tattoos, it’s a simple black outline of a vintage Coca-Cola bottle with the words No. 7 written underneath it in old-timey Western font. It’s a reference to the Jack Daniel’s Old No. 7 whiskey we’d put in our Coke bottles as teenagers.
I hold my breath. Sally knits her brows.
“Jack and Coke.” She glances up at me, her eyes lit up with something that looks a hell of a lot like joy. “Wyatt, did you get a slutty little thigh tattoo to commemorate?—”
“The day you showed up for me when I needed you most?” I swallow, my throat thick. “Yeah, Sally, I did get a slutty little thigh tattoo to commemorate that.”
She laughs, but her eyes are wet. “I wasn’t expecting you to admit it so easily.”
“I wasn’t either. But…yeah. There it is. It’s stupid, I know?—”
“It’s perfect.” She leans in and presses her lips to the tattoo. My dick pulses when she tongues the sensitive skin. “When did you get it?”
Oh Lord. She’s pushing me to confess even more.
No one ever pushes me. They know better. I don’t budge. I don’t open up.
I open up for her though. How could I not?
“I got it when you were away in veterinary school. Think I hit an all-time high of missin’ you. Or would it be low? Either way, you’d been gone for so long…” I take her face in my hand, my heart thundering. “I had to keep you with me, I guess. In my own way.”
She blinks. Then she turns her head and presses a kiss into the center of my palm, eyes locked on mine.
The gesture is tender, and suddenly so is the stuff inside my chest. Feels like she’s touched on a bruise—an injury old enough to be familiar, but severe enough for the pain it causes to feel fresh.
Only I’m not sure it’s pain. Or maybe it is pain, but Sally’s tenderness slices right through it. Underneath, I feel… relief. Not the endless pit of agony I thought I’d find, but a calm so steady and so potent that it’s like my body’s been filled with pure oxygen.
Go there. Follow that feeling .
“You saved my life, you know,” I huff out.
Her teeth find my palm. Her eyes flash with something I don’t recognize. “Maybe you’re saving mine too.”
Before I can ask what she means by that, she wraps her fingers around my swollen length. I see stars as she firms her grip and gives me a tug.
“Talk to me. Tell me what you like.”
I close my eyes. Silently count backward from ten while I try to breathe through my nose. “Think about the things I did to you. Think about what you liked.”
That gives her pause.
“Trust me?” she asks at last.
My chest twists. I open my eyes. “Of course I trust you. I always have.”
She smiles at her line, her eyes taking on a mischievous gleam. “Good.”
Then she rises to her feet. She takes off my jacket and unbuttons my shirt. She drops them to the floor, and she guides my undershirt over my head.
My body pounds when she puts my hat back on my head before reaching for the rope. “Hands behind your back, cowboy.”
Holy fuck.
Sally is gonna tie me up. The girl who told me she forgot how to kiss is binding my hands behind my back .
Other guys made her lose her confidence. I’m helping her get it back.
She also called me cowboy .
My heart swoops.
She wraps the rope around my wrists and ties it in a tight knot. “I wanted to control the pace so badly, Wy. Like, I wanted to take a break when I needed it. But I couldn’t because I was tied up, and that made it…just…so hot, Wyatt. So, so hot. Not as hot as your thigh tattoo?—”
“Few things are,” I say with a chuckle.
“But almost.”
My shoulders burn from being pulled back like this. The rope chafes against my wrists.
I like it.
I like it even more when Sally gets back on her knees. She looks at my dick, then up at me. “Last time I did this, it didn’t go well. I’m gonna need a lot of guidance. I promise you won’t offend me.”
Her willingness to learn—the way her hips flare out when she’s seated like this—I can’t take it. “I promise I’mma like what you do. Put your hand on me like you just did. That’s it. Hold me tight.”
She circles me with her fingers and squeezes, a pearlescent drop of pre-cum appearing on my head.
“Start by licking that up. I hope you like the taste of my cum, Sunshine.”
“Oh?” She’s teasing me as she sits up on her knees and leans in. “Why is that?”
I wanna howl when she presses her tongue to the slit on the underside of my head. Heat rockets through me, my hips jerking. “I want you to swallow me. All of me. You want me to pull out, I will. But I want to come in your mouth, same as you came in mine.”
“Okay.”
Okay. This woman is killing me.
“Keep licking. Lick it all up.”
Not only does she lick up every last drop. She also licks her lips, like she’s savoring me.
Meeting my eyes, she says, “More.”
I pull at the rope binding my wrists. It bites into my skin, but I don’t care. What I would give to grab her head right now. Hold it steady while I pump into her mouth.
But I can’t. As frustrating as it might be, Sally’s in charge.
“What next?” she asks, giving my dick a slow, hard tug.
I bite down on my cheek. “Spit on it.”
Her eyes go wide.
“Yes, Sunshine, I really want you to spit on my dick. The more lube we got, the better.”
“You really?—”
“I ain’t askin’ you again. Spit on my dick, Sally. Then I want you to spread it around with your tongue before you take me inside your mouth.”
She blinks. “Okay.”
I growl at the sound she makes when she does as I told her. Her spit feels warm on my skin, made warmer when she licks ribbons of fire down my cock and back up again. Tip to root. Root to tip.
“That’s—good, Sunshine. Really fucking good.”
Her eyes flick to meet mine. “Ready?”
I’ve been ready my whole life to be loved by you this way.
“I am if you are.”
In reply, she tucks her hair behind her ears and presses her lips to my tip.
Sensation bolts through me. My balls contract. At this rate I really won’t last more than five seconds.
Maybe that’s a good thing. I don’t want this to be the first and only time Sally sucks my dick. The faster I come, the less she’ll have to endure.
Only the enthusiastic way she opens her mouth, bobs her head, and takes half of me in on a single swallow makes me think, Hell, she’s actually enjoying this, isn’t she?
“So. Good,” I sputter as she bobs up. Bobs down.
She scrapes me with her teeth and immediately pulls back, but I just laugh .
“It’s all right. Try rollin’ your lips a little so your teeth are covered. Perfect. You’re fuckin’ perfect, Sal.”
She covers her teeth with her lips and goes in for another try. My heart keeps swelling the more she tries. If she’s trying, she’s comfortable. She’s invested.
She’s swirling her tongue around my head. She’s sucking on it. Kissing it. She’s putting her hands on my hips, and she’s guiding me deeper. Then she’s reaching between her legs to touch herself .
Lord have mercy.
The need for release coils low in my center. I thrust forward at the same time she bobs, and I go deep. Too deep, my head hitting the soft tissue at the back of her throat.
She gags. Her eyes water. My pulse skips.
“Aw, shit, Sal, I’m?—”
But she just shakes her head. She swallows. Swallows again, taking me deeper, centimeter by centimeter.
She pushes her limits. For me. With me.
“Remember,” I grunt, “you swallow.”
In reply, she gently arcs her thumb over my Jack and Coke tattoo.
My entire body jerks. I’m overtaken by blinding, searing sensation that cuts through my core and has me coming in hot, hard spurts inside Sally’s mouth.
There’s a lot of it. I feel it. I worry Sally’s going to choke, so I pull out a little bit, allowing her to swallow.
I watch the lines of her throat work as she does exactly that, my tip still in her mouth. Cum gathers at the corner of her lips.
“Look at you, doing so good. You look beautiful like this. So fucking beautiful, Sunshine, with me all over you.”
Now I wanna come on her tits. On her stomach. On her back and between her legs.
No way five weeks is gonna be long enough to do everything I wanna do with Sally .
I’m gripped by the fierce urge to ask her to stay. Spend the night. Hell, spend the whole weekend. I can already picture it. First, I’ll take her home. I’ll clean her up in the shower, and this time the water will be piping hot. I’ll have her put on one of my shirts—no pants or panties—and I’ll light a fire in the bedroom. We’ll fuck in my bed. I’ll make her dinner. Make cocktails. I’ll fuck her again. Then we can watch a show, maybe a movie.
We’ll sleep naked. Wake up and fuck before coffee. After, too, because why the hell not? We’ll have breakfast, and then I’ll go down on her on the couch in my living room. We’ll watch another show. We’ll fuck again.
And then what?
We ain’t riding off into the sunset, that’s for damn sure.
Everyone would know. They’d find out about it somehow. Sally not going home to her parents’ house is about as big of a red flag as you can get. John B and Patsy sure as hell wouldn’t approve of their darling princess messing around with the likes of me. Cash would resort to murder, no question.
Would it be worth it though?
Clearly, something is wrong with me. Nice, normal, sane people don’t consider lighting their life on fire just to temporarily keep a girl in their bed.
And that’s what Sally deserves—a nice, normal, sane guy who wants the same things she does. She deserves the world. But I’m just a small-town boy whose hands are literally tied.
Sally can’t stay. I’d be an asshole to ask her to.
Then again, she did agree not to be with anyone else ?—
Nope. Not gonna read into that. I can’t.
I’m still vibrating with the aftershocks of my orgasm, but I’m able to bite out, “Untie me.”
Nodding, Sally gets to her feet. I don’t miss the way she winces, putting a hand on the small of her back.
“You okay?”
“Who knew blow jobs were such a workout?” She smirks, and that’s when I see the goose bumps that cover her skin. Her nipples are tight pink points.
She’s cold.
Or, like me, she’s completely, utterly overwhelmed by what just happened, and her body is going haywire.
She presses her tits against my arm as she unties my hands. My wrists smart, and when I look down, I see they’re red.
“The rope got you too,” Sally says with a frown, gently tracing her fingertips over the marks. She looks up. “We make a mess of each other, don’t we?”
You got me feeling a whole mess of things I shouldn’t.
I can’t ask her to stay.
I can’t tell her I love her.
But I can warm her up. Make her feel loved. Wanted. Needed.
Because that’s what this fierceness feels like when I look at Sally and she looks back—need.
I need to keep this girl in my life. Once again, that means letting her go.
Or does it mean I screw my courage to the sticking place and tell her how I feel? ’Cause I’m already sick of all this pretending.
Does it mean I never let her go again?
The blood rushes back into my biceps and shoulders as I reach up to take Sally’s face in my hands. She likes it when I do that.
“You okay?” she asks softly. “You’re quiet.”
Glancing over her shoulder, I see her stethoscope on the ground by her feet. I bend down to grab it and, straightening, I hold open the ear tubes before gently placing the silicon tips into Sally’s ears.
I settle the metal bell on the center of my chest.
“Not quiet at all, actually,” I say, grabbing her hand and placing it over the bell .
Sally’s eyes go wide as she listens to the way she’s made my heart pound.
“This is what you do to me,” I whisper. “If you ask me, we make a mighty fine mess, Sunshine.”
Then I press my lips to hers, and she smiles when my heart beats even faster.