36. Ari #2
“Right,” he said after a few seconds, a gym bag in hand. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”
I raised an eyebrow, staring at the bag.
“Have you been spending all this time at the gym? Oh jeez. Are you…are you a gym junkie? Please. Anything but a gym junkie.”
Warren shoved me back as he passed by me, calling me a dick, and this time even Wyatt snapped at him.
“Maybe it’s just a dead body. Have you thought of that?”
I took a deep breath, and my eyes went wide. “It better be. I can’t deal with you being a gym junkie.”
After another “dick” flicked my way, Warren walked out the door, leaving me alone with Wyatt.
“Finally,” he said and brought both his hands to my face, resuming our previous position, before the interruption.
“Right,” I said and leaned in to kiss him again.
I pressed myself on him as soon as our lips collided, and his hands traveled south, taking hold of both my ass cheeks, and he deepened our kiss.
A small moan escaped me, and I pulled back a little so I could look at him, see the fire burning in his eyes, and kissed him again, hungry for him. Hungrier than I’d ever been.
His hands moved up to the small of my back and he walked me backwards. I matched his footsteps as if we were dancing the tango, but a few steps later, I hit a door. Wyatt reached out for the handle, and I grabbed him before he let us into Warren’s room.
“You know we can use my bedroom now, right?”
Wyatt chuckled. “Right. Sorry. Habit,” he said and spun me around, leading me to my bedroom, but before we could lie down on my bed, I remembered I lacked the necessary aids for what we were about to do.
“We really should get our own,” I said when I returned with the lube. “It feels weird using Warren’s.”
“Yeah, we should. But tomorrow.” Wyatt took my hands and helped me climb on top of him as he laid down. “Right now, I want you inside me.”
I smirked, dropped the lube beside us, and straddled the silver fox that never in a million years could I have ever imagined having under my influence.
He was a work of art. He was gorgeous. A kind soul. A goddamn hero. And he was all mine. I could just about explode just looking at him. I couldn’t believe he wanted me. That he wanted to be with me. That he’d chosen me. And he’d shown the whole island that he had.
My cock throbbed as I flashed back to the town square, when he grabbed me and kissed me without concern for everyone else around us.
I dropped down over him and reconnected our mouths. I ground against him and felt him getting larger and harder under my weight, and before long, we were dry humping, our lips sore from all the rough, intense kissing.
His fingers slipped down to my waist and seized the hem of my T-shirt before yanking it off my body. A rip echoed in my ears, but I didn’t care if it was torn. I didn’t care if he destroyed all my clothes in the process, I just wanted us naked and together.
With my top out of the way, he massaged my front, sliding his hands up and down my chest and abdomen, tracing the natural curves and dips of my body.
Each stroke set my skin on fire. Goosebumps followed everywhere his fingers trailed.
I throbbed and pulsed, aching more and more as time went by and I was still not free.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered, his eyes scanning my naked body with a glow of primal need in them.
“You’ve got no idea how hot you are,” I whispered back and helped him take his shirt off.
As soon as it was out of the way, he got busy with the button of my jeans and didn’t stop until they were off me.
When we were both naked, he reached for the bottle of lube and opened his legs, guiding his fingers right over his tight muscle and rubbing the sticky substance over it in circles. I watched him, biting my lip, but it didn’t help restrain the moan that built up right from my very core.
My cock bounced in front of his hole, and as he drove his fingers one by one inside himself, a knot formed in my throat that became impossible to swallow. Not until I was balls deep inside him.
“You like me prepping myself for you?” he groaned.
His voice was like a drug. He was like a drug. The more time I spent in his presence, the harder it was not to want more and more of him.
“Fuck yeah. It’s so fucking sexy,” I answered and placed a finger beside his.
I slipped it inside him, slowly staring at him the whole time, unblinking, unwavering, and watched as his jaw dropped open and he let out a gasp.
“Fuck!” he huffed.
I smiled and added another finger, hugging his hands as it cupped over his dick and balls and we finger-fucked him in tandem, building up to a tempo.
When I added a third finger, he threw his head back and muffled his mouth with a pillow.
The more I stretched him, the more control he seemed to lose, but it was quite the sight to behold.
Which was why I didn’t hesitate to add my fourth finger into him and push my hand inside him up to the knuckles.
Wyatt took the pillow off his face and glared back at me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.
“You’re torturing me, you know that?”
“I can stop,” I hummed.
“Please, no. Fuck!” He squeezed his eyes shut, and a groan came out of his mouth in waves before he spoke again. “You better fuck me right now or I won’t last long.”
I scoffed. “So? What’s with you and lasting long. As if we don’t have the whole night ahead of us.”
“Correction. Our whole lives. But I want you inside me, all the freaking time.”
I pursed my lips as if I was pondering his suggestion, and after a moment or two, I sat up, slid my hand out of him and replaced it with my cock that was throbbing and desperate for attention.
“Better?” I asked.
Wyatt’s smile turned bigger, wider, and he let out a sigh of relief the same way a thirsty, dehydrated man does when he gets to water.
I chuckled and pushed myself inside him all the way.
Wyatt groaned. My cock jerked inside him in response. He groaned again.
“So much better,” he said, and folded his legs on either side of my head and I leaned forward, looked into his eyes and fucked him hard and fast until his eyes rolled back and he could barely breathe.
I was close. So close. I’d been close since we climbed into bed, but I could feel the familiar tingle at the pit of my stomach that told me I didn’t have long before I spilled all my secrets inside him.
And yet, it was his words that drove me over the edge.
“My god, I love you Aristotle Speliopoulos. I love you so damn much.” His voice was so husky all the words almost blended into one, but I heard him loud and clear.
It was strange hearing my full name come out of his mouth. Strange and yet so fucking hot at the same time. It only showed me how much he cared that he hadn’t just learned the whole tongue-twister but he’d learned the proper pronunciation too.
I leaned forward until I could reach his lips and kissed him, letting go and filling him with my seed as he shot his load over his abs, making them look absolutely lickable.
“I love you too, Wyatt Goodman,” I said after a moment where we both tried to catch our breath.
Wyatt moved his legs off my shoulders and around my hips, keeping me pinned to him, and wrapped his hands around me. I put my hands on either side of his face and rested my head beside him. He held me tight. Not just for a moment but for the whole night. And a warm, fuzzy feeling enveloped me.
I knew what it was better than anyone.
Love. Pure unadulterated love. And I could get drunk on the feeling. I’d missed this so much. Being loved.
And I’d missed loving someone with all my heart more.
“Don’t ever let me go,” I whispered as I drifted off to sleep.
“Never,” he whispered back, and we slept like that, tangled in each other, like two pieces of a puzzle that belonged together.
I’d never slept better. I’d never been warmer and more comfortable.
Which was probably why my eyes popped wide open when I felt something cold pressed on my forehead.
What I saw took my breath away. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I could only stare back at the monster that was supposed to be behind bars. But he wasn’t.
Wilson was here, standing over me with a gun to my head.
My stomach sank and crystals formed in the corners of my eyes.
I knew this was too good not to be a fever dream. And now I was about to die for my foolishness.