TWENTY-TWO ARI #2
The instant our lips reunited, something burst in me, an explosion of passion that replaced all my worries and concern into nothing but need. My need for him.
I slipped my tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss, and he all but growled, pushing me back in retaliation. His hand slid down to my nape and he held me closer, tighter as his tongue joined mine in an intricate but messy dance.
This was definitely not how I thought tonight was going to go, not after the way he blanked me out, not giving me a sign of life all day, but I wasn’t about to complain.
It had been a miracle that we’d already been together once, I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth when it was about to happen a second time and maybe many, many more.
I didn’t know and I didn’t care. Not right now. All I cared about was being with this man and feeling the same bliss I felt yesterday. The same bliss I hadn’t felt in so long in all my years of solitude.
I dragged my hands under his arms and around his back and pressed him closer to me, and he pulled my legs open so he could shuffle in between them.
Straddling him, I lay down on the couch and wrapped my legs around his hips, feeling his cock already raging against mine. I gasped. He drowned my moan with his kiss, swallowing it as if it was his sustenance.
As soon as he was on top of me, his hands went astray, grabbing any piece of fabric he could and yanking it off me as if it was his personal mission to get me naked in record time, yet he didn’t care to take his own clothes off.
Before I could do it for him, he slid down my body and wrapped his lips around my foreskin. Two delicate fingers wrapped around me and tugged my foreskin down until only my crown was in his mouth, and he suckled it for dear life.
I combed my fingers through his hair and held on to him, trying desperately not to come undone. Not now. Not so soon. I throbbed just at the thought, let alone the sensation, of what he was doing to me.
“Fuck, Wyatt. You’re gonna make me come,” I groaned, and he let go of me for a second to smirk.
“Good. That’s what I’m trying to accomplish,” he said and went back to business.
I pushed my head back on the cushion and bit my lip as I watched him work my length with a hunger that only drove me closer to the edge. Seeing a man want me and need me so much, seeing someone so desperate to get me to come, was intoxicating.
It felt good being wanted.
I let go of Wyatt’s hair and dragged my hands to either side of his face and tilted his head ever so slightly until he was looking at me.
I held his gaze and he held mine, and the bright blue of his eyes in combination with his mouth wrapped around me all the way to the root sent ripples of pleasure through me until I lost all control and let go.
Right down his throat.
He didn’t complain. He didn’t pull back. If anything, he swallowed my load with a glimmer in his eyes that threatened to make me come undone all over again, but I was only human.
“Fuck, Wyatt!” I said, instead.
“You’re so…fucking…tasty,” he said, licking every inch of my cock clean before crawling up and resting on top of me. “Want a taste?”
I didn’t say anything. I simply opened my mouth and let him kiss me again. A wet, sweet kiss full of my cum that made my head spin and my cock throb with need despite being all spent.
“Hmmm,” I moaned, and I could feel him smirking, but he was far too focused on our snowball kiss to say anything back. “I should…take…care…of you,” I managed to say after a moment or two, and he sat up, leaning back on the other side of the sofa and pulling me down on top of him.
“I want you to suck me until you’re hard so that you can fuck me with your sweet fucking cock,” he whispered in my ear, and I had to take pause and stare him.
Had he really just said that or had been a figment of my imagination?
“Uhm…wow. You’re not messing around, are you?” I said, and he needed only to raise an eyebrow for me to get to work and start undressing him.
I had no idea where that authoritative Wyatt had come from, but I’d be damned if I didn’t like it. Heck, even my cock twitched at the tone and content of his words. And I desperately wanted to obey his commands.
I freed his cock and wrapped my hand around his generous length, his thick cockhead already decadent with his tasty precum that I lapped up without delay or tease.
Wyatt watched me blow him with his fingers hooked onto his nipples, and he twisted them over and over again, groaning so loud it resonated through my very core.
It was hard to believe this man was sitting in front of me, admiring my work, desperate to be fucked. He was the stuff of dreams and I a measly mortal.
A mortal that drove this hunk of a man closer to the edge with every bob, every stroke, every lick.
For a moment I imagined Evan watching me from a corner and laughing out loud, cheering me on.
He would have been such a sucker for Wyatt too.
We’d always been open with who we liked and who we found attractive, even though we never opened up our marriage to outsiders.
Something told me if he was around now, he’d want us to break that rule, and hell, who could blame him.
Fuck. What am I doing?
I mentally shook my head and looked up at the man turned putty against me, piercing me with his gaze, his perfect furry body that begged to be nuzzled, the pecs and abs barely hiding underneath that demanded to be traced.
“Oh fuck!” Wyatt moaned and tilted his head back, giving me a perfect view of his Adam’s apple and the way it hardened each time he swallowed another groan. “I’m so close, Ari baby. So fucking close.”
When he dropped his head forward again, he removed his hands from his nipples and sent them down my body. He groped my cock that was quickly getting hard again and then slid them up my chest until he got to my nipples and pinched them.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
I didn’t reply. My mouth was quite full, but I did blink and hum to give him the go-ahead.
He never once laid a hand on my head, he never once guided me on his length or pressed my head down until I choked, and for some reason that turned me on even more.
It was as if he trusted me to get the job done.
As if he knew I could bring him to the end perfectly all on my own.
As if he respected the pace and rhythm we were getting on.
Tonight was nothing like last night. There was no urgency. No rush to get it done. We had all night to explore each other’s bodies and enjoy each other’s company.
“Oh fuck, Ari. That’s it. Keep…keep going. I’m so close,” he started, all strong and powerful, but by the end, he was whimpering.
His whole body twitched before he could speak again, and I felt his hot seed scorching the back of my throat.
He tasted of man and sex. A honeyed taste that made my cock come back to life in mere fucking seconds, and I looked up, saw his eyes struggling to stay open, his mouth gaping, his nostrils flaring.
He was trying to compose himself after coming completely undone, and I throbbed, desperate to be inside that man again.
“You’re so fucking hot, Wyatt,” I said. He didn’t speak. Instead, he grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me up for a deep, hungry kiss.
My cock pressed against his soft one, and he fiddled with our bits for a moment before guiding me to his tight hole. I pressed against him, and though I knew I’d never be able to slide inside him without a little help, we both groaned from the intimacy.
“Fuck, I taste good in you,” he said when he pulled me away and licked my lips as if needing another taste.
“You’re fucking delicious,” I said.
He smirked. “So are you. But come on,” he said and pulled me up. “Go. Get the lube. I need you inside me right now.”
He slapped my ass and stroked his cock as he watched me retreat to his room—well, Warren’s room—where I retrieved the lube—Warren’s lube—and returned to the living room.
“We should get our own lube. It feels wrong to use your brother’s—” I started, and he yanked me on top of him, gripping my jaw with one hand.
His tongue brushed slowly over his lip as he stared into my eyes and reached for the lube pump with his free hand.
“Less talk about my brother, more fucking please,” he groaned.
“You’re a bossy bottom, aren’t you?” I said.
“You have a problem with that?” he asked.
I smirked and shook my head. “Not a smidge,” I replied and squirted some lube on his fingers. He wasted no moment to press them against his hole and get himself all prepped for me.
“Shit. I forgot the condoms,” I said and started to get up when he pulled me back down.
“I can taste you down my throat. You think we need condoms?”
I started to object, but there was nothing more to say. He did have a point. Which was why I knelt in front of him and drove myself inside him.
Just like yesterday, he was so tight it was a miracle I didn’t come right there and then. But I wouldn’t last long. I could feel it. I might have come barely fifteen minutes ago, but this man was so hot I couldn’t not fill him with my seed.
He wrapped his legs around me and drove me inside him all the way to the root. He didn’t let go until he’d had his fill, but I wasn’t complaining. Being inside this man… Being with this man full stop. It was something out of this world.
When I lost Evan, I never thought I’d have anything like this ever again, that I’d never be able to enjoy another man’s company again, but here I was having the time of my life and so much more.
Because it was impossible not to feel the “so much more” part when Wyatt was burning holes to my insides with his intense blue gaze and those rugged breaths.
I might not have known what this thing between us was, but he was so much more than just a lay. That much I knew.