Chapter 21
Chapter twenty-one
Rory
I’d never been on a date with quite so many twists and turns before.
Granted, I’d never actually been on a date—at least not one with the intent to spend time together rather than hooking up and going our separate ways after.
Except Wyatt was here to stay.
The reality sent a shiver down my spine.
Boyfriend.
That was something I’d given up on back in high school, the humiliation and sadness still sending a prickle up my spine. And maybe a little bit of that was my fault, for keeping it secret, for not trying again. Yet maybe I’d just been waiting for Wyatt all along.
He clutched me tightly, picking me up like I was effortless yet again, and damn, his strength was such a turn-on. It didn’t matter that we’d fucked earlier in the night, I wanted him again.
“I’m the first door on the left,” I stated.
He let out a grunt—hot—and then nudged the light on with his elbow. My room was a mess, but I didn’t give a damn. He’d seen all of me and somehow hadn’t been scared away.
Wyatt lowered me slowly, and I already hated when my feet hit the ground and his arms weren’t wrapped around me. “Strip down, baby. We’ve got all night, yeah?”
“We’ve got as long as you want,” I admitted out loud, even though the words cost me. Because no one had ever wanted me for longer than a night.
“Don’t tempt me,” he said. “I’ll keep you forever.” The fervent look in his eyes, the seriousness emanating from him undid me.
My heart thumped outside of my chest. In that moment, it belonged to him.
Maybe I could give him a little more.
“Sounds good to me.” With that, I shucked my jacket off, and my shirt. Kicked off my boots, and my pants hit the floor next, followed by my boxer briefs. I stripped off my socks last and stood before him completely bared.
In every way.
“Damn, I’m so fucking lucky,” he growled.
Nah, that was a thousand percent me.
He thumped down onto my bed and spread those tree-trunk thighs, the worn denim barely containing him. His dick print was visible down one leg, the bump from the piercing as well. My mouth watered on instinct.
“Can I suck you?” I asked. Since he was healed enough to fuck me, we should be in the clear.
“Only after I remind you who you belong to,” he said, gravel in his voice. “Get over my lap, gorgeous.”
Fuuuuck, he was far too hot. I draped myself over his thick thighs, loving the feel of them beneath me.
My ass tilted up, exposed to him, and the need to be filled grew stronger than ever, even after he’d just fucked me a while ago.
I’d never been this demanding before, but damn, his smoky voice, his cedarwood scent, his massive frame and alluring steadiness consumed me.
“If it’s too much, just tell me to stop,” he said, smoothing his callused palm over my ass cheek. I sucked back the drool that pooled in my mouth. Fuck. I wanted this way too much.
“Mm’kay,” I responded, realizing he waited for my answer. My cock pressed against his legs, and I rubbed slightly. Bliss rushed through me. God, he was the best addiction.
The whoosh of air signaled, and his hand cracked down on my ass. The delicious bite sent a jolt through me, and I panted. He rubbed his palm over the area he’d struck, spreading the warming sensation around. The fact that he was still clothed made this even hotter.
He brought another smack down on my other cheek, and I moaned. Lust erupted through me, hot and heavy, and I was pretty sure I left pre-cum stains on his jeans.
“So sexy for me,” he murmured, his low voice alluring. “Does someone need a thorough fucking after?”
A whimper left my lips. “God, yes.”
“Now we’ve got a bed and privacy, though, so I’m going to take my time with you,” he said between blows.
Another few strikes rained down on my cheeks, the pain enough to make me gasp.
Then he smoothed it over with his palms, and the initial sting transmuted to pure pleasure.
My breaths sawed out of me, and my balls ached.
The need to come rushed in like I hadn’t just unloaded in the woods with him.
But more than anything, I craved to have him buried inside me, to feel connected on a deeper level.
I couldn’t admit it out loud, but the thought of losing him had terrified me.
“Can you take a few more, baby?” he asked, rubbing his callused palm over my heated cheeks. My whole body was on fire.
“Yeah,” I gasped out and rubbed my length against the denim.
The strikes came rapid-fire, one after the other, until tears stung my eyes.
To my surprise, relief rushed through me in a fast, furious torrent. Those endorphins swirled around me, a bright joy bubbling through my veins as the tears slid down my cheeks.
Wyatt would accept me flaws and all.
The reality was crystal sharp, with a precision that sliced through whatever flimsy barriers remained.
“Hey, you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle as he helped me up to sit on his lap.
I scrubbed at my cheeks. Fuck, that was embarrassing, but I loved it. “Those hands clearly make me weep for joy. Now, let’s see if you can do the same with your cock.”
His eyes crinkled, the relief palpable. “Thought someone wanted a taste?”
Ngh. Yes.
I didn’t even wait for direction, just dropped to my knees on the hardwood floor. Wyatt stood and undid the button on his jeans, the sound of the zipper echoing through the room. My cock was achingly hard and dripping pre-cum, and I salivated for a taste.
He tugged his thick length out, the stainless-steel jewelry that I’d put in there glinting at the end.
“You sure this is okay without a condom?” he asked.
“It’s past the six-week mark, and you haven’t gotten irritation from fucking,” I responded. “But to be sure, let me check.” I winked at him, wrapped my hand around his base, and then sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth.
“Oh, holy fuck.”
Pride thrummed through me as I ran my tongue along his cock and then gave another light suck. His fingers wove through my hair with a possessive grip that lit me on fire. My cock was leaking pre-cum on the floor now, but I couldn’t help myself.
“God, you’re so pretty,” he purred. “You have no idea how much I’ve fantasized about this.”
His praise rippled through me, lighting me up inside the same way my tender ass did.
Every shift, the press of my heels against the freshly spanked skin, dosed me with lust. I swallowed more of him and breathed through my nose as I bobbed up and down on his cock.
The piercing at the end sparked my synapses, and the feel of him on my tongue, velvet yet steel, was so addictive I couldn’t stop.
“Dammit, your mouth is too good,” he moaned, tugging at my hair. I sucked harder, saliva dribbling down my chin as I drank in his musk, swallowed him so deep his pubes tickled my nose. Each pass left me lightheaded from the sheer thrill of having him inside me.
Wyatt tugged my hair again harder. “Okay, okay,” he gasped as he pulled out of my mouth. “I’m going to come if you keep going.”
I leaned back and wiped my forearm over the saliva coating my mouth.
“On the bed, baby,” he said, dropping his briefs and jeans in one go, and then he kicked off his boots. He slung his shirt off next and dragged off his socks until he was blessedly naked in front of me.
I hadn’t gotten up from my kneel yet, and I stared up at the expanse of fur on his chest, and the ropy muscle from hard work.
Broad shoulders that were perfect to grip while he fucked me.
His legs were massive, his arms equally muscular from years of manual labor.
He swiped a thumb along his whiskered chin, his roguish grin making his eyes glitter.
I wanted to worship every inch of him.
He reached down and grabbed my hand to give me a tug up. “Come on.”
I let him guide me onto the bed, and I spread out across my rumpled sheets, getting comfortable.
Wyatt followed me there a second later, rolling on top of me.
His legs splayed on either side of me, bracketing me in place, and his mouth latched onto my neck as he sucked, guaranteed to leave a mark.
A long, low moan escaped me. His body was heavy and hot, like a weighted blanket, and I wanted him to crush me into the mattress.
His cock ground against my thigh as he pressed kisses and nipped his way down my neck, to my clavicle, to my pec.
Wyatt wrapped his lips around my nipple and tugged.
My head tipped back, and I howled in pleasure.
They were extra sensitive due to the piercings there.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. My cock leaked more pre-cum against his chest, and the desperation to have him take me hard and fast, to leave marks all over me, rose in a real way.
He glanced up, his dark hair mussed across his forehead. His deep brown eyes glinted with a wickedness that sent a shiver down my spine—as well as the warmth of gratitude.
This man was mine.
I belonged to him, and he belonged to me, and the fact was so unreal I could barely wrap my mind around it. The euphoria built inside me with the slow unfurling sprawl of a sunrise.
Wyatt attacked my other nipple with his mouth, banishing any other thoughts from my mind.
“Oh god, oh god,” I gasped out.
He licked down my stomach, then traced my hip bones with his tongue as well. His grip on my hips kept me pinned, even as I squirmed, and fuuuuck. If we weren’t careful, I was going to come rutting against his chest.
Wyatt wrapped his hand around the base of my cock.
“Yours is damn pretty. Just like the rest of you.” Before I could respond, he licked up the length, then sucked at the tip.
The heat of his mouth, the thrill of the sensation robbed me of words.
He sucked a little deeper, teasing me with the tip of his tongue before he popped off. “Where’s the lube and a condom?”