24. Wyatt
CHAPTER 24
Wyatt
HEAVY
Sally nods, scooting down on the mattress. I climb up on the bed and settle myself on my haunches between her legs. Hooking my hands behind the back of her knees, I fold her legs against her chest and hold them up and open, spreading her wide.
“So soft and sweet here.” Opening my mouth, I lean in and kiss her clit. I run my tongue down the length of her. Run it back up. “I love lookin’ at you. Tastin’ you.”
She arches her back, digging her fingers into my hair. One of her legs starts to shake, and she closes her eyes. “Wyatt, I’m close. So close.”
“You already came on my mouth. Now you’re gonna do it on my dick. You’re soaked, and so am I, so I don’t think we’ll need lube.” I climb over her, catching one of her knees in the crook of my elbow. “But if it hurts or you want some, just tell me, okay?”
“I’ll be okay.” Her hands are on my waist now, her fingers trailing ribbons of fire along the length of my rib cage.
The way this girl touches me—the patience, the reverence?—
Her breath catches, and her eyes flutter shut when I settle some of my weight on her. I still hold myself up on my elbows, my abdominal muscles tensed so that my cock hangs between us, the tip pressing insistently into her belly.
Bare.
I’m about to make love to Sally bare. Nothing between us.
I’m in heaven. I can’t—I just can’t fucking believe this is happening. That I get to have her like this. Makes me feel like my chest is going to burst open at any minute.
Ducking my head, I capture her mouth in a kiss. I nip at her chin, kiss her neck.
She writhes beneath me, her hands curling into my ass and pressing me down so she can grind her pussy against my shaft.
I slip a hand between us. Slip a finger inside her pussy, thrusting it to try to stretch her a little.
She’s ready.
She’s still tiny here though. Extremely tight. Sally isn’t a virgin, but it’s been a while. I need to go slow.
She breathes my name as I finger her, pressing her tits against my chest. If only I didn’t want to impale her on a vicious thrust and come all over her.
I’ll do that next time. Right now, I take it slow .
I lift my hips so I can take myself in my hand. Thumbing my head downward, I press it to her clit.
“ Wyatt .”
I slide my head lower, notching myself at her entrance. “You’d best wait until I’m inside you to come.”
“I don’t—I can’t— please , for the love of God—” She gasps when I look her in the eye and push inside her an inch, maybe less.
She’s swollen, silky with arousal, but the pressure is already enormous. I search her face, heart thumping in my throat as I try to read her reaction. Her lips are parted, and her brows are curved upward, almost like she’s in pain .
“You’re—wow. Wait. I wanna do this, Wy, but…are you gonna fit?” she pants, looking down. “You’re so big?—”
“Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head, her hair swirling around her head like a dark halo on the white sheets. “Just feels tight.”
“You need me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
I reach up and take her hand, lacing our fingers. “It’ll fit, Sunshine. You just gotta relax.” I push a little deeper so that my broad head is all the way inside her. “Give it a minute. I promise it will feel good. You’re such a good girl, being patient. Taking me like this.”
Her other hand is on my arm now. She holds onto me, her grip fierce as she nods her head. I trust you.
Her eyes are on mine again.
Biting down on the inside of my lip, I sink a little further inside her. It’s all I can do not to howl at how fucking perfect she feels. The bareness of it drives me crazy. The hot, slick grip of her pussy is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
I never fuck without condoms. Ever.
Had no clue the heaven I was missing out on.
Part of me feels like we’re being reckless. I’m being reckless, making love to a girl who’s taking off. She’s gonna take my heart with her when she leaves.
Another part—a deeper part of me—feels like I’m doing the right thing for the first time…ever.
I’m baring myself in a way I always believed would decimate me. Destroy me.
But I don’t feel destroyed. I feel put back together. And that’s making me question everything else I’ve always assumed was true.
I feel Sally stretching around me, her tightness easing ever so slightly. The indents between her brows smooth over. I sink deeper inside her, and she whimpers.
“Want me to stop? ”
“Absolutely”—she shakes her head for the second time, breathless—“not.”
“That’s my girl. You’re doing so good, Sunshine.”
I kiss her forehead and press further. She relaxes, bit by bit. I’m close to being sunk to the hilt. It’s agony, holding back, but I do it until I’m literally shaking.
“I’m gonna go all the way in. Can you take a deep breath, just like you showed me?”
She sucks in air through her nose. At the same moment I rear back, then thrust forward so I slide into her on a slow, steady stroke that has me buried balls deep. Sally’s eyes go wide, and then they water. I do what I can to soothe the sting: I kiss her mouth, her neck. I arc my thumb over the back of her hand, and I stay very still, waiting for her to adjust to the feel of me.
Our fit is tight. Sweat breaks out along my scalp and on my chest as I hold for one beat, another. She feels so damn good, it makes my blood riot. My body aches with the need to rut, to move.
But Sally is the one to move first. Closing her eyes, she nudges her hips forward. The movement is small but significant, and I smile.
“Feel better?” I ask, untangling my fingers from hers so I can reach between us.
“Yeah. Wy, you feel so—” She rocks against me and sighs. “Oh, so, so good. It feels full, but—yeah, good .”
I roll my thumb over her clit. “Aw, Sunshine, that’s what I like to hear. You’re doing so good. I’m gonna make you feel so good when you come around my dick.”
Her pussy flutters around me and I chuckle, even as my body seizes.
“Told you I was close,” she pants.
“No shit.” I continue to roll my thumb as I try a baby thrust. “Open your eyes, Sally. Look at me.”
She does. I pull back, push forward, and this time, her hips rise to meet my thrust.
“Wyatt,” she pleads.
Her eyes are full of sharp-edged lust. There’s something softer there too. Something that makes my heart turn over.
“You promise you meant what you said?” I ghost my lips over hers. “That you were gonna let me do what I wanted?”
She whimpers, “What do you want?”
“I wanna come inside you.”
Her mouth curves into a small smile. “You don’t wanna pull out.”
“Good memory.”
“That’s a hard line to forget.” Her fingertips glide up my arm to caress my neck. “Go. Don’t stop. Please, I want—” Her breath catches when her pussy squeezes me. “I want all of you, Wy.”
I circle her clit with my thumb. At the same time, I duck my head and take her nipple in my mouth. Biting down, I give her my first deep, hard thrust, the bed frame groaning in protest.
She closes her eyes and comes . Her pussy clamps down on my dick and her back convulses, body rising off the bed on a tidal wave of sensation.
She’s breathing my name when I capture her mouth in a kiss. I close my eyes, and despite the frenzy of need inside my skin I try to memorize everything about this moment. The way she tastes like me. How her hips continue to roll as she rides out her orgasm, the rhythm uneven but insistent.
She bites down on my bottom lip before sucking on it. The caress is lingering, lazy.
Loving.
Electricity shoots up my spine. I thrust again and again, my hips jerking as I blindly seek release. Sally takes control of the kiss, her hands on my face, her knees drawing up around my hips, like she knows I want—need—to be held .
Goddamn, the way this woman cares. She sure as hell ain’t afraid of letting someone close. Letting me in.
She’s the one who’s got faith.
She has it in spades. Despite my reputation. Despite the fact that our lives are heading in opposite directions.
Despite all that, she’s baring her heart to me tonight.
A feeling of sweetness fills me. My kiss becomes messy. I’m losing control, my balls contracting. My strokes become uneven. They’re shallow, then deep. Slow, then fast.
I bury my face in her neck. You wreck me.
She digs a hand into my hair in reply, her touch soothing as her fingers work slow circles across my nape. You’re okay.
I curse.
I moan.
The release slams into me with the ferocity of a hurricane. I’m vaguely aware of the sounds I make through gritted teeth as pulse after pulse of vicious sensation grips me. I feel myself filling her, feel the hot drip of my cum.
I’m helpless. Boneless. Instead of fighting that, instead of trying to find my way back to a sense of control, I surrender.
All the while, Sally encourages that surrender, kissing me. Her hands are achingly gentle on my face. Her thumbs skate over my cheekbones, her pinkies tucked in the underside of my jaw in a show of steadiness I didn’t know I was desperate for.
When I’m finally able to breathe again, I lift my head. That’s when I realize I’ve settled most, if not all, of my weight on Sally.
“Shit, Sunshine. I’m sorry.”
I try to lift myself up, but she immediately grabs my sides and pulls me back onto her.
“You’re so warm,” she replies, kissing my collarbone.
“And heavy.”
She smiles, her big, beautiful, sated eyes flicking to meet mine. “I’m still breathing, aren’t I? Your heavy doesn’t hurt me.”
I scoff, shifting a little as an excuse to look away. I’m worried I’ll tell her I love her if she keeps looking at me like that. I’m not scared to say the words. Wait, that’s a lie. I’m scared shitless to draw that line in the sand. But I gotta come clean anyway.
I’m gonna come clean. I just don’t wanna do it while I’m still inside her. Seems like a cop-out to admit such a monumental thing when we’re both still mindless with lust.
So I kiss her neck and ask, “How do you feel?”
She presses her lips to my forehead. “I feel like I wanna do that again, Blond Bear Cowboy. And again.”
I laugh, light flooding my chest. “How many more times exactly?”
“At least fifty…five thousand.”
“You owe me fifty bucks, by the way.” I look up at her. I have to.
She’s smiling at me, lips swollen, cheeks bright pink.
“Remember our bet?”
She chuckles. “Holy shit, I forgot about that.”
“I did just fuck your brains out.”
“ Terrible line.” She gives me a shove, but she’s still chuckling. “Do it again?”
She’s so pretty I can’t breathe.
“Lemme grab the Advil first.” I kiss the corner of her mouth.
“The Advil?”
“Bet you’re sore already, aren’t you?” I pull out of her the tiniest bit, and her breath catches. “Yep. Advil. Take two. Better yet, three.”
She blinks, her smile softening. “You’re sweet.”
“You’re staying.” I kiss her one last time. “C’mon. Let’s go clean you up.”