Chapter 20 #2
Tacita had run off as soon as we’d been released for the day, saying she needed to catch one of the professors and that she'd meet us back here.
Wyatt and I had wandered back to the dorms together.
Seffy and Rio were due to join us soon so we could get to work on the task, but neither had turned up yet.
Wyatt had read over the papers with me for a few minutes before deciding to take a shower. He’d left me alone in his room and hadn’t quite closed the bathroom door. The few centimetres gap between the wood and the frame taunted me, and turned my concentration to mush.
Did it mean something?
Was it just that he trusted me implicitly or that he didn’t care who saw him naked? I’d already seen his body after all, so maybe he really didn’t mind. Or maybe he didn’t realise that he had not in fact shut the door all the way.
I’d contemplated the reason for that door being ajar so hard that I jumped when it swung open and Wyatt stepped out, freshly washed, in a pair of our standard issue joggers, and rubbing his cropped blonde hair with a towel.
His bare chest flexes and ripples as he rubs his head, causing my mouth to simultaneously go dry and salivate.
“That’s better,” Wyatt says as he throws the wet towel onto his bed and flops down next to me.
I nod as a response, anything else fleeing my brain with the proximity of Wyatt’s naked skin. My eyes are drawn to his ink, the sleeve is a mix of things. Fauna and a coastal scene, stretching up into some darker elements with skulls and a gun wrapped in vines.
“Discover anything new?” he asks, reaching for the pages in front of my crossed legs. This time I shake my head, bringing my focus back to the task at hand. “Seffy and Rio should be here soon, maybe their files will help piece something together.”
Another nod from me.
“Are we good?” Wyatt surprises me with the question, shifting so he can look at me properly.
“What do you mean?” I manage to sign.
“Well, I know Tacita is doing her best to shove me out, are you taking the same route?”
I blink at him. Does he really think that? And is that hurt in his voice?
“No,” I sign.
“Good. Because the shower didn’t really help and I’ve been wanting to do this for days.” He moves smoothly through the air between us and cups my jaw before his lips slam down on mine.
Freezing under his assault, I don’t react except for my hands flying out to grab onto his waist, for something to keep me stable as my brain catapults into the stratosphere.
His tongue runs along the seam of my mouth, the motion eliciting a whimper from me.
Opening for him, my hands grip his sides harder, his skin is warm from the shower.
I’m working with instinct alone as our tongues meet and twine together. He pushes further and I find myself falling back until my head is on the pillows and the space between my legs is being taken up with his huge frame.
Every ounce of blood in my veins runs south to my crotch, sending me lightheaded as Wyatt continues to kiss me senseless.
My hips move of their own accord, rocking upwards to press my hardening dick against him, seeking anything to relieve the sudden, all consuming ache. I find relief in the friction of his own erection rubbing against mine.
Whimpering again, I break our kiss as my cheeks heat. Wyatt pulls back to look down at me but I can’t meet his eyes.
“Hey,” he says softly, drawing my attention against my will. “There’s no need to be embarrassed by taking what you want.”
My hips want to shift again but I lock them tight. Despite his words, I feel so unsure that I can’t respond at all, although my fingers tap against his side in a physical reaction to my brain ceasing to function.
“Do you know how much I’ve thought about you writhing beneath me?” he asks, releasing me from his gaze by ducking his head to my neck, his lips pressing kisses to the side of it before he gently nips my earlobe.
Electricity zips straight from where my skin is pinched in his teeth, down my spine, and releases the muscles I’d been tensing.
I grind up into him again and this time he rolls his hips as well.
Our cocks press together and flashes of how he felt without clothing in the way has me pressing against him even harder.
“So fucking delicious,” he whispers into my ear.
I’m practically melting into the mattress when he lifts his weight off me suddenly. My eyes find his, silently begging him to come back.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you,” he says as he moves gently down my body until his hands are fiddling with the waistband of my trousers, undoing the fly, and pushing them down with my underwear to free my erection.
I can only look on as he slowly pumps me once before leaning down and taking the head of my cock between his lips. Practically convulsing at the first swirl of his tongue, I pant through the pleasure making its way up my body in a tsunami.
Is this how good oral always feels? No wonder guys always bang on about getting their dicks sucked.
“Eyes on me, Sweetheart.” Wyatt pops off me long enough to demand. “I need to see you, need to be able to tell if I’m doing something you don’t like.”
I do as he asks, allowing every bit of the gratitude and excitement to show on my face. I don’t want him to stop.
He resumes acquainting his tongue with the head of my cock, pulling the foreskin down so that he can flick the sensitive underside. I get scared that he’s going to stop when I can’t stop the spurt of precum leaking from the tip but he moans this time, like he enjoys my taste.
I settle a little into the euphoric feelings he’s delivering on my body when he sinks lower, taking me to nearly the base in one fell swoop. I’m instantly back on the edge once more. His mouth is hot, wet, and tight as he sucks his way back up to the tip.
His eyes never leave mine, delight shining bright in his pupils. He’s enjoying this, which shouldn’t be a revelation as I think about how I’d love to do this to him. Although, I would severely lack the skills he’s currently demonstrating.
His head starts bobbing, taking me to his throat and back again before using his tongue to drive me higher.
It’s not long before the familiar build of pressure in my balls grows and I try to pull back, to stop him before I unload into his mouth, but he bats my hands down and pins me to the mattress with an arm across my stomach.
His licking and sucking intensifies and I can’t stop the orgasm as it barrels through me. My cock bucks, spurting rope after rope of cum into his waiting throat. He swallows every drop and licks the head clean before he eases off.
Collapsing back, breathless and boneless, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk ever again. Wyatt massages my thighs and runs his hands under my t-shirt, over my abs in soft strokes before he pulls my underwear and trousers up, fixing my clothing back into place.
His lips caress my hip with tender kisses before he moves off the bed.
I roll up to sitting again and am about to ask about reciprocating when there’s a knock at the door.
Wyatt leans over me and quickly kisses me again, his tongue diving straight past my lips and forcing me to taste myself before he steps away to let the others in.
Several of the sheets I’d been studying are now crumpled under me, so I quickly scramble to gather them and smooth out the creases as Seffy and Rio enter the room.