Chapter 10
TEN
JUNIE
I wake up slowly, wrapped in warmth and the steady rhythm of Wyatt’s breathing.
His arm is draped heavily across my waist, holding me close against his chest. The cabin is quiet except for the soft crackle of the dying fire and the distant wind moving through the pines outside.
Sunlight filters through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
For the first time in weeks, I don’t feel the sharp edge of fear when I open my eyes. I feel safe. Protected. Wanted.
Wyatt’s still asleep. His body is warm and solid behind me, one leg thrown over mine.
I can feel every inch of him pressed against my back.
Including the hard length of his cock nestled against my ass.
It’s thick and heavy, unmistakably erect even in sleep.
My breath catches. I’ve never been this close to a man before.
The memory of last night flashes through my mind.
Of his fingers inside me, his mouth on me, his voice calling me baby girl. It makes heat pool low in my belly.
I stay still for a moment, just feeling him.
He’s so big. So hard. I’m mesmerized by the way his body reacts to me even while he sleeps.
My hand moves almost on its own, sliding down between us until my fingers brush the thick shaft.
It twitches at my touch. I wrap my hand around it gently, feeling the heat and the velvety skin over steel.
It’s bigger than I expected. Heavy in my palm.
I stroke it slowly, curious and turned on.
I’ve never touched a dick before. The feeling is strange and exciting at the same time.
I squeeze a little, exploring the length, the thickness, the way it pulses in my hand.
Wyatt growls softly in his sleep, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest. It sends a shiver straight through me.
I like that sound. I like knowing I can pull it from him even when he’s not awake.
I stroke him again, slower this time, running my thumb over the head.
A bead of moisture leaks out. I spread it with my thumb, fascinated.
He growls again, hips shifting slightly, pushing into my hand.
He’s still asleep, but his body knows exactly what it wants.
I want to taste him. The thought makes my cheeks burn, but the ache between my legs grows stronger.
I’ve never done this before. I’ve never wanted to.
But with Wyatt, I want everything. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel last night.
I want to hear him groan my name. I want to know what he tastes like.
I shift carefully, mindful of my injured leg, and slide down his body.
He’s still asleep, breathing deep and even.
I kneel between his legs. His cock is right in front of me, thick and hard, the head flushed dark.
I wrap my hand around the base and lean in.
I press a soft kiss to the tip first, then lick it slowly, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum.
He tastes good. Musky and masculine. I lick him again, bolder this time, running my tongue along the underside.
Wyatt groans, his hips jerking. His eyes flutter open. “Junie… fuck.”
I look up at him through my lashes. “I wanted to make you feel good. Like you made me feel last night.”
He curses again, his hand coming down to thread through my hair. “You’re going to kill me, baby girl. That mouth. So fucking pretty wrapped around my cock.”
The dirty words make me wetter. I take him deeper into my mouth, sucking gently. He’s too big to take all the way, but I try, bobbing my head slowly. I use my hand on the base, stroking what I can’t fit. Wyatt’s groans grow louder, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“That is it,” he rasps. “Suck Daddy’s cock just like that. So good. So fucking good. You look so pretty with your lips stretched around me.”
I moan around him, the vibration making him curse again. I love this. I love the way he watches me, the way his hips twitch like he’s fighting not to thrust too hard. I love the way he tastes. I love the way he lets me explore, even though I can tell he’s holding back.
He pulls me off gently after a few minutes, breathing hard. “Not like this. I want to be inside you when I come. I want to feel you around me.”
He flips me onto my back with careful strength, mindful of my leg. He settles between my thighs, his cock heavy against my entrance. He looks down at me, eyes dark with lust and something deeper.
“You want me?” he asks, voice rough. “Tell me you fucking want me, Junie.”
“I want you,” I whisper. “Please, Wyatt. I need you inside me.”
He pushes in slowly, inch by careful inch.
I gasp at the stretch. He’s big, but he goes slow, kissing me through it, whispering how good I feel, how perfect I am.
When he’s fully inside me, he stays still, letting me adjust. The fullness is overwhelming.
I feel so connected to him. So full. So loved.
“You feel like heaven,” he groans, forehead pressed to mine. “So tight and wet around me. This pussy was made for me. Made for Daddy to take care of.”
He starts to move, slow, deep rolls of his hips. I moan with every thrust, my hands clutching his shoulders. He kisses me, swallowing my sounds, then moves to my neck, sucking marks into my skin. His hand slides between us, circling my clit with his thumb.
“Come for me,” he murmurs. “I want your pussy to pull my orgasm out of me. So fucking tight. That’s it.”
I shatter with a cry, walls pulsing around him. He groans and thrusts harder, chasing his own release. When he comes, he buries himself deep, groaning my name as he fills me. We cling to each other, breathing hard, bodies locked together.
Afterward, he holds me close, stroking my back, kissing my hair. “I love you,” he whispers. “I know we barely know each other, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I love you, Junie.”
I smile against his chest. “I love you too.”
We stay like that for a long time, wrapped in each other, the world outside forgotten. For the first time in a long time, I feel truly safe. Truly wanted. Truly home.