Chapter Seven
After we shower separately, much to my disappointment, we settle onto the bed with some pizza and browse through the TV channels. He puts more distance between us than usual. I half-expect him to go to the front desk and ask for a separate room. We had a good time in the pool before I ruined it by trying to kiss him. I want him for myself, and I know he wants me too. It doesn’t even seem like he cares about my mom too much, so I’m not sure why she matters.
“Sophie…” Wyatt says as he gets up, setting the box from our dinner onto the TV stand.
I straighten my shoulders, bracing for whatever bullshit he’s going to spew. He runs his hands through his tousled dark hair, the shirt he’s wearing flexing around his toned biceps. It pulls it up at the waist of his sweats, showing off a strip of skin.
“I just wanted to talk about what almost happened earlier.”
Raising an eyebrow, I fail to contain my smirk. “When I almost kissed you?”
His eyes widened as if he didn’t expect me to acknowledge it. I shrug, chuckling under my breath.
“Don’t worry about it, Wyatt. I’m a big girl. I’ve been rejected before. I’ll move on,” I say.
Wyatt’s face darkens, his fist dropping to his sides as he curls them. “Move on?”
I stare at him, confused about why he’s upset. “Yeah,” I confirm with a soft voice.
“What if I don’t want you to move on?” he asks.
My eyebrows scrunch. “You don’t want me.”
“No, Sophie. I said I want you. We just can’t happen.”
“Then you don’t want me. Because if you want something, you should just take it.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not true. I want you so bad that I’m willing to wait till I can have you.”
My tongue licks over my bottom lip, ignoring the heat that shoots through me when I know his eyes are on my mouth. “What if I don’t want to wait?” I ask.
Standing from the bed, I walk over to him and place my hand on his chest. He exhales slowly, peering down at me. “I’m trying to be a good man, Sophie.”
I hum, pressing my nail into the hard muscle. “Must be hard when all I want is to be a bad girl.”
His eyes squeeze shut and his face twists like he’s in pain. I bunch his shirt in my fist.
“How about one kiss goodnight?” I say, in a sultry tone.
“Fuck,” he curses, his hands grasping onto my waist. I preen at his touch, tilting my head back as he leans down.
The first brush of his lips has my heart lurching in my chest. A soft growl erupts around us before his mouth is pressed harder against mine and my hands are in his hair. Wyatt pulls me closer, our bodies pressed so tightly I can feel how hard he is resting on my belly.
I barely have time to register the feel of him on me before he lets go and steps away. A whimper escapes my throat and I step away from him, embarrassed by my whine.
Wyatt swallows. “You okay?”
I nod, biting down on my lip. He reaches down, adjusts himself, and then shakes his head. Wyatt walks out the door, leaving me in the hotel room by myself. Slumping back onto the mattress with a frown, I trace my lips where I can still feel the heat of his touch.
***
I don’t know where Wyatt disappears to for half the night. He isn’t back by the time I finally succumb to sleep, alone in the dark room and bundled under the sheets. So when I wake up with a gasp, my first thought is to look over, and I relax when I see I’m not alone.
Wyatt’s chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm, telling me he’s been asleep for a while. I wonder if we were having similar dreams, about him deep inside me. About us being intimately connected.
Scooting closer, I trace my fingers down his happy trail and smile at the bulge in his briefs. He’s hard, but his body is calm. There’s no gyrating of his hips or breathy moans. A small disappointment that it might just be a natural reaction courses through me.
I stay like that for a while, caressing his stomach gently as I get comfortable watching him sleep. I’m not positive how much time passes before he inhales a sharp breath.
Rising on my elbow, I watch as his face twists in pleasure and his hips rock once.
“Sophie…” he moans. It comes out clear as day, and it electrifies my skin. I knew it, I knew I wasn’t crazy about how badly we want each other. That it was me he dreamt about. He just needs to know, he needs to be shown how perfect we are for each other.
I can barely hear anything over my rapid breaths as I peel his briefs down his body, bunching them above his knees. His hips gyrate once, his thick hard cock shifting to his other leg with the movement. Licking my lips, I slowly swing my leg over his waist, my knees digging into the mattress on either side of him.
My thighs burn, keeping me above him as I shimmy into a better position. Reaching between us, I grasp his swollen shaft, pulling it to stand straight up as I look down to line up my entrance with his tip.
I swipe his tip across my slit and up to my clit once, smearing my wetness and ensuring I’m in the right place before I slowly start to sink onto his cock. My chest rises and falls as I force inch after inch inside me.
“Nnghh,” Wyatt grunts out, the incomprehensible words making me pause. I’ve only taken him halfway, but the fear of him waking up has me frozen. When he doesn’t move or make another noise, I decide to get it over with and drop the rest of the way. I slap a hand over my mouth to keep the cry that almost comes out as my eyes roll back.
It hurts, he’s stretching me so full it feels like he is coming out of my belly. I lean forward, resting one palm on his chest lightly as I try to catch my breath.
Only giving myself another minute, I use his cock like my own personal dildo, rising and falling onto it. He feels so good, the warmth of him inside me as I fuck myself with his thick length is better than anything I could have imagined.
I place both of my hands on his chest, using it for balance as I move faster. His hips thrust up once, and I gasp as it pushes him deeper, the head of his cock pressing against my womb.
“Oh my god,” I whisper as we drop back onto the bed together.
Hands grab onto my waist and I glance up into the open eyes of Wyatt. The blurry daze as he blinks tells me that he’s waking up. I stay still as his fingers flex on where they’re holding onto me and his attention focuses on my naked body.
“Sophie?” The deep baritone of the hoarse voice has my pussy clenching around him.
He groans, his chest arches and his grip tightening. The hard dick stuffed in me jerks once as he blows out a long breath.
“Sophie. What’s going on?” he asks, and I shift on his lap. He lets out a low grunt, his fingers digging into my sides hard enough to render me unable to move.
“Stop fucking squirming,” Wyatt growls out.
I pout, pushing out my bottom lip. “Please? I like feeling your hard cock sliding in and out of me.”
“Jesus,” he hisses. His eyes drop to where we’re connected, and his tongue rolls over his lips.
“I’m inside your tight, sweet pussy. How’d that happen, baby?”
I shudder at his words. “You like to dream about me. I wanted to be a part of it.”
His hold softens, guiding my hips to rock over his. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Lifting, I slid up the length of him before dropping back down and stuffed full of his cock. “Then it’s not real. You’re still dreaming.”
“If I was dreaming, then you would be stripped naked so I can see your tits,” he growls, gripping my hips to move me faster.
With a quick tug, I throw my tank top across the bed. Wyatt wraps an arm around my lower back, adjusting us as he sits up and leans against the headboard. His mouth is glued to my nipple immediately, his tongue swirling around my piercing as his hand kneads my other breast.
My head falls back with a moan, my pussy clenching around him as I rock. My fingers twist into his hair as he feasts on my tits. They’ve always been sensitive, and the stimulation is building my release. His fingers squeeze my ass, pulling on my cheek as he guides me against him. It feels impossible, breathtakingly intimate the way we’re connected. It’s like we are one, with no beginning or end for either of us.
“Wyatt, I’m so close,” I pant.
He groans into my chest, his hold tightening as he thrusts up. “Come on my cock, Sophie.”
“Come with me. Come inside me,” I plead, increasing my pace. Wyatt grunts, both of his hands dropping to grip my ass as he thrusts with me. His face is buried between my breasts and our movements are erratic and jerky. My fingers fall to dig into his back, leaving marks as I shake.
Dots line my vision as I cry out with my release. I hold on to him tightly as Wyatt pushes his cock up into me with a few more deep strokes, and then he’s trembling with me. My pussy floods with the warmth of his cum.
“Oh fuck,” he moans. His hands dig into my flesh to the point I know I’ll bruise. “God, you’re dripping all over me.”
“I’m so full of you,” I say back, the shakiness of my voice making it as low as a whisper.
Wyatt shudders. “You like my cum in you?”
“Mhmm,” I hum, resting my cheek on top of his head. I let out a squeak when he rolls us over. He looms over me with his hands on either side of my face, staring down at me. His hips rock once, and I feel the twitches of his cock hardening.
“I think you have room for another load,” he whispers, his heated eyes trailing to my breasts as he thrusts hard.