Chapter 24
twenty-four
Tonight has been perfect. From the date to hanging out with his friends, who are quickly becoming some of my own. I wouldn’t have traded it for a single night of the old life I thought I wanted. This is what I was always missing. The camaraderie that this group has.
I didn’t make the decision to stay the night lightly. I know Will has Dad, so I shouldn’t feel guilty, but that feeling will always be there, I think.
It wasn’t until Wyatt said he was going to take me home that the decision was made. I wasn’t ready to part with him. I wanted to stay.
After he carried me up to his room, he handed me some of his clothes to change into. It’s only an oversized shirt with his name and number on it with a pair of boxers, but it feels like so much more.
When he steps out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxers, I wring my hands in front of me.
“You can get in bed. I won’t bite you unless you ask me to,” he jokes.
“I know.” I swallow hard. “I want to have sex.”
He freezes, his smile falling.
“Are you sure? There is no time limit on this,” he promises.
He’s wrong. It hadn’t dawned on me until I was speaking with the girls before, but there is a time limit on us.
I wanted to pretend it wasn’t true. That we could really make this real and forget all the fake shit we started with, but we can’t.
He will be drafted and leave me behind. I won’t fault him for it, but I want part of him to keep when he leaves.
I want these memories of the best man I have ever met in my life.
The one that could have been my everything had we met at another time.
I don’t tell him all of that, though. I want to live in my fantasy land a little while longer.
“I want this, Wyatt. I mean, I won’t push you if you aren’t ready, but I am more than ready,” I tell him.
He steps closer to me. “I’ve been ready for you longer than you know. I need you to be sure, though, because this isn’t just sex. It’s more. You get that, right?”
His words are the words that my soul aches to hear. I want this to be more. I want him to be the one.
I suck in a breath, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “I’m sure.”
He leans in, kissing my lips softly as he begins to walk me back toward his bed. When I feel it at the back of my knees, I slowly sit down, bringing him with me. He holds his weight off of me as he continues to kiss my lips.
Then he pulls back, stripping off his boxers. I do the same before moving to his shirt.
“No. Leave the shirt on. It’s hot as hell seeing my number on your body.”
I lick my lips, moving back onto the bed until I am lying against his pillows.
He pulls a condom out of his drawer before climbing on the bed next to me.
I expect him to put it on and go to town.
It’s what I’m used to, but I should have known better.
Wyatt isn’t like every other man. He refuses to do what’s expected.
He does what he wants, and right now, he wants to make a meal of me.
I appreciate the prep work, but my pussy is already soaked. He is the biggest turn-on I have ever experienced, and he doesn’t even have to do anything. It’s all about who he is as a person.
He starts kissing from my ankle up my legs, alternating between the two until he reaches the apex of my thighs. Once there, he looks at me once before he leans in.
My hands find their way into his hair as I start to grind up into his face. He doesn’t let up, letting me take control.
“Harder. Right there. Yeah. Fuck, Wyatt.” I pull on his hair, needing to guide him even though he seems to know exactly what he is doing.
Wyatt doesn’t make a single complaint. He eats my pussy like it is the last meal he will ever have. He brings me to the edge before he pulls away. I let out a low whine, frustrated with being left wanting.
“My needy girl. Don’t worry. I plan to finish what I started,” he tells me, flipping to his back and patting his chest. “Come on. Climb on top.”
I frown, going to straddle his hips, but he grabs me, making me straddle his face.
“What are you doing?” I gasp.
“You want to ride my face so bad? I’m doing it properly. Now grab the headboard and enjoy the ride.”
I have never done it in this position before.
I thought it felt good before, but when he slides two fingers inside of me, it hits deeper than they were before.
I moan out his name, my head falling forward as my hips grind against him.
He’s right. This position makes it so much easier to take control.
I know I should be concerned with suffocating him, but I’m chasing that high, and I won’t stop until I get it.
He doesn’t seem to mind. He licks and sucks, moving his fingers in tandem with my body’s own movements until I finally come. A high-pitched noise comes out of me as my fingers cling to his headboard.
When I finally come down, I plop next to him on the bed. Moments later, we hear music turn on loudly.
“Oh god. They heard me, didn’t they?” I cover my face with my hands. “How embarrassing.”
Wyatt laughs. “Don’t worry. They won’t say anything. You know what this means though, right?”
I peek out from behind my fingers to look at him. “What?”
His smirk grows. “I can make you scream as loud as I want.”
This isn’t how I expected my night to end, but I can’t complain. This is better than anything I could have ever imagined.
Eating Lyla’s pussy is easily my favorite activity.
It beats out hockey by miles. If I had to choose only one thing to do the rest of my life, it would be this.
The way her eyes glaze over as her body gives in to the pleasure I demand of it.
The soft smile she has as she pants. It is all an aphrodisiac.
My cock is hard and ready for more. I won’t jump into this lightly though.
I meant it when I told her that this would mean more than she realizes.
Once I take her, I know I will never be the same again.
I have been in love with her for so long that it feels like this moment is monumental.
Almost as important as hearing her tell me she loves me for the first time.
Moving to position myself between her legs, I open the condom and slide it on. I position myself at her entrance.
“Wait,” she says.
I freeze. I will stop if she asks me to, but fuck if my dick will forgive me for it.
“Don’t you want me to get you ready?” she asks.
I grab her hand, putting it under mine on my cock. “Do I feel like I need to get ready?” I ask her.
She slowly shakes her head.
“I’m always ready when it comes to you, Lyla. My cock is always hard for you.”
She licks her lips before leaning up to press a kiss to my lips. I take her lead, pushing her back while covering her body with my own. I continue to kiss her as I slowly press inside of her.
She groans into my mouth, but I capture the sound. I plan to make her scream, but I want this for myself. The knowledge that she enjoys feeling me inside of her.
Pulling out, I thrust in a little further. It takes a few times before I am fully planted inside of her, my eyes never leaving hers.
“You feel so good,” she moans as her pussy flutters around me.
“Not half as good as you feel clenched around me,” I tell her.
“Tell me how it feels.” She looks up at me, lust evidenced on her face.
If my girl wants dirty talk, she’s going to get it.
“You feel like you were made for me. The way your pussy clings to my cock like it doesn’t want to let it go. You want my cock inside of you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans out, her pussy clenching around me once more.
“That’s right. Don’t let it go. My cock loves being inside of you. Can you feel it?” I ask, making it jerk.
Her breath hitches. “I need you to move, Wyatt.”
I smirk. “Aw, but I was having fun teasing you. My girl wants me to make her come?”
“Yesss,” she hisses.
“Say it then. Tell me you’re mine,” I demand.
She looks me right in my eyes. “I’m yours, Wyatt. Your girl, and I’m needy. So is my man going to leave me needy? Do I need to take care of it myself?”
“Never,” I growl.
Slowly, I start to thrust into her. Her nails dig into my back as she attempts to hold on.
I don’t give her a reprieve. I fuck her into the mattress, noting every flutter of her pussy against me.
When she arches her back, coming on my cock the first time, I almost lose it, but I don’t want it to end so soon.
So instead, I pull out, playing with her clit until she pushes my hand away.
“Up on your knees,” I order her.
She does as I ask.
“Head in the pillows.”
She drops her head to the bed, her ass angled into the air. I slap it once, making her moan before I line myself back up.
Gripping her hips, I don’t hold back. I give her all I’ve got, fucking her hard and fast. She orgasms so quickly it makes me wonder if she ever truly came down from the one before.
Her pussy clamps down on me with such pressure that I have no hopes of attempting to hold off. I come with a roar, her name on my lips.
I almost say it then. I almost tell her I love her. I only barely keep my mind clear enough to keep my mouth shut.
When I pull out, I see the condom full of my cum and wish it was inside of her. I wish I could have marked her in a way I’m sure no one else ever has.
One day.
Standing, I tie the condom in a knot before tossing it in the trash. Then I collect Lyla in my arms and carry her to the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I set her on the counter.
I move to the shower and turn it on.
“Taking care of you,” I tell her, waiting for the water to get warm. Then I move to her and strip her of my shirt. “I think you should keep this. I want to see you in it always,” I tell her, dropping a kiss to her nose.
She giggles, making me smile.
This.
This is what I want. This familiarity with her.
“Come on, my love. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”
She doesn’t protest as I pick her up and step under the spray. Nor does she try to stop me when I wash her body.
She does insist on returning the favor, which turns into a fourth orgasm for her and a second for me.
By the time we make it to the bed, we are both exhausted but sated.
I hold her in my arms and let myself drift off to sleep. My dreams aren’t just dreams anymore, though.
Slowly, they are becoming my reality.