Chapter 43
Bryn
“Wyatt!” I cry out as he rushes down the length of my house, bypassing my living room and kitchen to go straight to the bedroom. “What are you doing?”
The question is silly, since I’m hoping his answer will be taking me to bed so he can fuck me all night long. But he surprises me by saying, “I need to see.”
“See what?” I ask one second before I’m flying through the air, yelping as I go.
Landing on my back on my mattress, a wave of heat flows through me at the show of strength from the man standing at the foot of the bed. I thought he looked out of control when I was giving him a blow job, but it’s nothing compared to the heat I’m seeing now.
Good. That can only mean good things for me. I’m riled up, my body primed and ready for him to touch me, kiss me, and fuck me until I can’t walk. And with the size of his cock, I’m almost positive it’ll be easy for him, unlike how hard it was to suck him down like I did.
“Your toys,” he says, grabbing onto my leggings still wrapped around my knees to yank them down my legs. “Will you sho…ow…”
His brain short circuits, realizing what’s in front of him, and he drops the clothing on the floor, his eyes zeroing in on my glistening pussy.
Soaked is an understatement. I know from using my own arousal to help lube his cock up.
It’s been like this all day. A constant state of needy and wanton, waiting for tonight. For him.
The way he looks at me makes me feel confident and unafraid of telling him what I want. To push him back against the door and suck him off like I’ve thought about a million times over the last few months. One of the only times I’ve allowed myself to think about him—when I’m getting myself off.
How often have I pictured his cock sliding down my throat while I’ve lain right here with a toy? While I’ve fucked myself with one?
“Look how wet you are,” he breathes, a hint of disbelief in his words. I half expect a ‘holy shit’ to follow.
“For you,” I tell him, sliding my hand over a breast to pinch one of my nipples through the fabric of my bra as I spread my legs wider for him to feast on what he does to me.
“I want to fuck you so bad, B.”
His hands slide up the outside of my calves, then beneath them, gripping them to slide me down the bed towards him until my ass is nearly hanging off the end.
He takes all the weight of my legs, and then drops to the floor between them, moving them over his shoulders.
I suck in a breath, sitting up on my elbows to watch, a finger gently moving over each of my hard nipples.
“Do you want me to fuck you, B? I need you to tell me you want me, baby.”
“Want was months ago,” I whisper when his lips brush against the inside of my thigh. “Tonight I need you to fuck me. Need, Wy. I’m so far past want.”
He lets out a guttural sound, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. The intense heat has reached ferocious levels in his eyes, creating another wave of desire to pulsate through my body, straight between my legs for him to discover.
Part of me thinks he might stand back up and fuck me right then, but instead, his hands slide along the back of my thighs until they smooth over the curve of my ass, causing me to lift my hips when he squeezes each mound tightly.
His nose brushes against the crease of my leg.
“Did you know I’ve spent countless hours thinking about the way you taste?
The memory of sucking your orgasm off my fingers has gotten me through so many nights, baby.
” He breathes in deeply. “I want to spend every minute of the night right here, licking you up and down until you can’t stand it anymore. ”
“No,” I pant, squirming on the bed. “I mean, yes, but no… no because I need your cock.”
When his tongue dips into my entrance and then slides all the way up my slit, I nearly take the words back. Until he avoids the one place I need him. My clit. He circles around it, never touching it directly, and I buck my hips, seeking that friction I desperately crave.
“But I’m starvin’, B,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the spot just above my clit. “A man’s gotta eat.”
“So fucking eat,” I demand, pulling him towards me with my legs.
A growl erupts from him, and I know in that moment that I’ve snapped whatever control he had on himself.
I expect a feeding frenzy, but what I get is so, so much better.
His tongue flattens, soft and smooth, sliding over my clit in one sweep, causing me to moan and arch off the bed.
Teeth skim down one side of my pussy lips, barely there, then drag back up the other side with more pressure.
His fingers knead into my ass in the opposite way, gentle on one side, rough on the other, and the contrast between it has my mind spinning.
When he laps at my clit again, my hips buck, but he rides the movement with his face like I’m still as a statue, never once losing what he was doing.
“Oh god, Wy,” I whimper, dropping onto the bed, unable to hold myself up to keep watching.
I grab onto my comforter, fisting it in my hand as I writhe against him, the heat inside of me rising with each beautifully torturous lick. He finds a rhythm that has me gasping for air, my orgasm building like an incoming storm threatening to destroy everything I’ve ever known.
Wyatt slides a finger into me, and I moan loudly, wanting more.
But he withdraws it, dragging the wetness from my core all the way down to my asshole.
He doesn’t even need to penetrate me for me to come undone for him.
One circle around the tight hole and his mouth sucking my clit, and I’m done, back arching off the bed as my orgasm slams into me.
Wave after blissful wave as my walls constrict around nothing, the blood thundering in my ears as I ride every second out.
He does too, his tongue still lapping at me, drawing out the pleasure for as long as he can until I can’t take anymore, and I’m pushing my legs together, trying to get him to stop.
He comes up for air, listening to my body language. Attuned to what I need.
“That made for one good appetizer,” he says, gently maneuvering me with his shoulders and arms so I’m sliding up the bed and he’s letting my legs down to the mattress.
When I catch my breath, I open my eyes and see him at the end of the bed, taking one of his cowboy boots off. “I thought you took those off at the door.”
“Only one of them before you told me about your damn toys and I went all caveman on you,” he says with a grin, completely pleased with himself. “Which I still want to see, but the need for that has settled some after my meal.”
“I promise I’ll show you.”
Sitting up, I twist around so I’m on my knees, and crawl towards him, watching as he shoves his pants and boxer briefs over his hips, letting them fall to the ground. He looks as hard as he was before I sucked him off earlier, and I go to reach for him, pausing when I notice another tattoo.
I don’t know how I didn’t see it when I was face level on my knees earlier, but he has a tattoo, maybe the size of my palm, inked on the skin there. If that wasn’t sexy as hell on its own, the tattoo that marks him would be.
“I suppose I didn’t mention that I got two tattoos that night, did I?” he murmurs, stepping closer for me to see it. “Our first kiss.”
My eyes flick up to his, then back to the shape of a mouth outlined in red, with a bullseye and laser tag gun tattooed overtop.
If there were any pieces of my heart that didn’t become his throughout the day, they’re his now.
Emotion pricks at my eyes. He was so certain this whole time that things between us would work out.
Certain enough that he tattooed himself not once, but twice.
A permanent branding of his body. For me.
“Wy,” I whisper, getting to my feet on the bed, just so I can wrap my arms around his neck.
He pulls me off the mattress, my legs finding purchase at his hips as he turns us so he can sit down with me straddling him.
It was exactly what I wanted, and he knew.
My lips find his, my fingers making their way into his hair, down his neck, across his shoulders, touching every inch of him that I can as our mouths move together.
There’s sudden relief around my middle when he pops the clasp on my bra, the last piece of clothing between us.
A second later, it’s on the floor, leaving us completely bare to each other.
His cock stands at attention, and I sit up on my knees until I’m high enough that he’s at my entrance.
One of his hands splays across my back, the other holds his cock while I sink down onto him, desperate for him.
Desperate to be filled by him, connected to him.
The tip of his cock pushes inside me, and I break the kiss as he stretches me, my hand coming to his shoulder as I take more of him.
“B,” he whispers, but there’s nothing else that accompanies that. Just that one letter, and I understand it because a second later, I’m doing the same with his name.
I thought his kiss was like coming home, but that was just stepping up to the door and knocking.
This is the answer. The door opening, being greeted with warmth and protection of a love I’ve never known.
Both his arms encompass me now that I’m halfway down his length, and I wrap mine around his neck, whimpering at how full I already feel.
“Slow, baby,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking tight, I should have used my fingers more, I’m sorry.”
“No,” I shake my head, matching his quiet, soft tone, taking the rest of him in. “This is perfect. This is how I wanted it.”
Fully seated, we’re both out of breath when I start to rock, allowing my body to adjust around his size.
Moving his head, he finds my lips again in a languid kiss that sets a slow burn blazing in my belly.
Everything bad in the world, in our lives, all the tension, fear, and anxiety melt away in this moment until all that’s left is just the two of us and nothing else.
He is everything good and pure, safe and confident, wholeness and hope.
Hope.
You are my hope.
A tear works its way down my cheek, and his arms tighten around me, trying to hold me closer, though I don’t think it’s possible.
“I know,” he mumbles into the kiss. “I know, B. I’m with you.”
“Wy,” I breathe against his lips.
We rock for a long time, until our pace naturally picks up, neither one of us taking the lead nor taking control.
My hips start to rise, and when I come back down on top of him, his lift to meet me, slowly at first, gradually picking up speed until his hands are at my hips, helping me move at a steady pace that has me grinding down on his cock with each downward movement.
“That’s my girl,” he pants. “Take it. Take what you need, baby. I’m right there. Tell me when.”
Our breaths mingle, coming in short, quick bursts, the kiss mostly broken save for the times our lips brush against each other as I move. I’m teetering on the precipice of my orgasm, heat swimming within me, pooling low in my belly, building in my core, ready to jump.
It happens when his hands slide from my hips to my ass, gripping it, pulling me down and forward onto him while he surges up.
“Now,” I gasp. And fall over the edge.
I’m not alone. Though my pulse pounds loudly in my veins, I hear his moan of pleasure, feel him tense at the same time as me. My body constricts around him, demanding every drop of his orgasm, everything he has to give.
We rest against each other after, coming down from the high, my head on his shoulder, his pressed to mine. It’s quiet as his hand starts to run along my spine, my fingers moving along the nape of his neck.
“I’m really glad you gave me that blowjob earlier,” he says, lifting his head from where it landed as he finally breaks the silence between us.
Not expecting that, I burst into laughter at the outlandish comment, easing back. “What?”
A loopy, dumbfounded grin spreads his lips wide. “I would have lasted twenty seconds with how tight you are. God damn, that was good.”
Wyatt looks down between us, and I watch his face shift from relaxed and sated to utter horror, eyes darting to mine. My heart leaps into my throat. The color leeches from him as he lifts me off his cock, staring down at my pussy where I know I’m leaking his cum.
“Fuck.”
His panic has my anxiety skyrocketing, and I shake my head, scrambling off his lap. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Fuck, Bryn, I’m sorry. Oh fuck, I fucked up. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His eyes are wide, his tone stricken.
“Wyatt?” I grab onto his shoulder. He’s normally cool and collected. I’ve never seen anything close to this from him. “Wyatt, tell me what’s wrong.”
His mouth is pulled into a cringe that looks ghastly on him. “I didn’t protect you.”
I blink. “What?”
“A condom. They were in my wallet, and I was… I was so gone, I didn’t… I couldn’t… I fucked up.”
My mouth opens to answer, closes, and then I take a breath. I wasn’t thinking about protection either, but the way this man is destroyed over not protecting me. Not us. Me.
“Wyatt,” I say, and push my fingers from one hand into his hair. “I have an IUD. It’s okay.”
His eyelids flutter, but some of the focus comes back, his hands finding the outside of my thighs. “It isn’t.”
“Yes, it is,” I nod, sweeping my thumb across his cheek. “Have you ever been tested?”
He nods, his breathing calming as I play with his hair. “Yeah. My physical for work. It came back fine. I haven’t slept with anyone since.”
“See? It’s okay. I haven’t been with anyone since my last one either,” I tell him, ensuring he knows he’s safe from anything on my end as well. “No pregnancy, no STDs. But all the pleasure.”
A half smile graces his lips, and I breathe out slowly, knowing that the worst of his panic is over. There’s still an edge of darkness in his eyes, and I have to wonder if he’s still not convinced he didn’t protect me.
“Besides,” I add, leaning in to place a kiss to his lips. “I’m loving the way it feels as your cum slides out of me. It’s making me want to do this all over again.”
Some of the shadows disappear at that, and he leans in to press a kiss between my breasts.
A hand slips between my thighs, causing me to softly gasp when he drags his fingers up my flesh, capturing the cum moving down my leg.
At first, I think he’s just cleaning me, but then his fingers are at my entrance, and he’s pushing past it, filling me back up.
It’s hot as fuck.
“We’re going to do it again, but I’m going to need a minute,” he says, withdrawing his fingers. Then he wraps his arms around me, lifting me into the air. “First, let’s get you cleaned up. Then you can show me those toys.”
“And then you’ll fuck me again?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist.
In answer, he gives my ass a light smack on the way to the bathroom, and I gasp in response, the flicker of heat that never totally went out roaring to life as my right cheek stings.
“You can bet your ass then I’ll fuck you again.”