Lunchtime Chronicles: Sweet Georgia Peach

by POSEY PARKS

  “It’s coming.”

  “It is?”

  “Yes, Wyatt.” My lids lowered and my face contorted.

  He withdrew his hand.

  “Oak, why did you stop?”

  He yanked the tight dress over my head, tossing it aside.

  “How do you want it, baby?”

  My brows wrinkled. “What?”

  “Ass up or over my knee?” he growled, as he unfastened my bra, then threw it to the floor.

  I scooted back. As an evil smirk took his lips.

  “Neither, Oak.”

  He caught my arm and pulled me with him to the edge of the bed. “I told you I’d smack that pretty ass for that smart lip of yours.”

  Bending my body over his knees, he drew his hand back.

  “Wait, Oak.” I threw my palms over my ass. “Don’t. You know I can’t control it.”

  One end of his lips ticked up. “I know.”

  “I feel embarrassed when I come this way.”

  “And I told you never to feel that way around me.”

  I sighed. “Ok.”

  Who knew I’d like to be spanked? I fought it because I was spent afterwards. The motion of his hand against my ass made me come.

  My fingers gripped the sheet as I let out a whimper.

  His powerful hand slapped the fleshy part of my ass with an upward motion. The sound of the smack hung in the air. Wyatt rubbed my skin, then lit my ass on fire again. He always caressed my ass between spankings. I think that was a part of my high. My lids lowered, and I felt myself being pulled under with each whack.

  “Don’t call me Oak. We aren’t pals when we’re alone together. I want to hear you say my name.”

  His big fat cock strained in his jeans, pressing against my side.

  I moaned. “Yes, Wy─”

  “Wyatt,” I purred as my body shuddered uncontrollably and I came all over his pants. He planted light kisses against my raw flesh and finger fucked me, intensifying my orgasm.

  “Oh fuck,” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

  He flipped me on my back. The chill of the expensive sheets calmed my body. Wyatt stood to his full height. An angry scowl masked his handsome face. He spread my legs and sucked my pussy lips like a madman, sending me back into a blissful fucking state. He pulled out all the stops to show me what I’d be missing once we were apart. The thought of us never being wrapped in each other’s arms again when we woke in the morning filled my heart with sorrow.

  Why did Wyatt have to be my brother’s best friend? We were wonderful together. My words downstairs sounded so sure and final. Like walking away from Wyatt wouldn’t hurt. The act would stump on my heart until nothing was left, but tiny pieces of beating flesh squirming on the ground.

  His big hands gripped my thighs like they belonged to him. In a sense, they did. “Wyatt, you’re torturing me.”

  “Yup,” his deep voice sent shock waves to my clit.

  My back arched just as I gripped his short dark hair.

  “Goddamn,” I screeched, as I came.

  He drank me like he hadn’t had a drop of water in days.

  Wyatt stepped back, whipping the back of his hand across his sexy lips. I stumbled as I attempted to stand on my wobbly knees. I wanted his clothes gone. Staring at his massive chest was my first priority. The second would be unleashing his cock. I admit. I was on edge. Riding that monster would definitely adjust my attitude. I’d have a pep in my step when I returned to school on Monday.

  My fingers shoved every button through each hole faster than the last.

  “Baby, you make me feel like a slab of meat the way you stare at me sometimes.”

  I grinned. “Men stared at women for years. And they called women sweet cakes. ‘Or look at the rack on that one or look at that fat ass.’ It’s ok, Wyatt. It’s ok that I degrade you, too. I mean, think about it. When we were downstairs, you said you love staring at my ass.”

  He glared at the ceiling before his eyes fell back on me.

  “You made your point, Lakelyn.”

  I pecked his lips. “That’s why you love me.”

  “Is it now?” His big hand slapped my ass again.

  My teeth dug into my lower lip. Little fact. I was obsessed with the way he manhandled me. Each touch became more possessive than the last. A fucking turn on. I yanked the shirt over his broad shoulders. My tongue whipped over my lips as I marveled at the lion tattoo over his right pec. Jesus, it was a work of art.

  A wide smile crossed his lips. “Are you sure you want to walk away from us? Because it looks like you are having an internal war with yourself.”

  I pressed my finger to his lips. “Hold on. I’m having a love affair with your massive chest right now.”

  He exhaled and dropped his arms to his sides. I licked the vein running the length of his muscled arm.

  “Baby, you won’t make it.”

  “I know what you’re doing, Wyatt. Let me savor this moment. You better do the same.”

  My fingers squeezed his large pecs. Fuck, he was right. How would I make it? We didn’t have sex often as I’d like. Mainly because I was in med school and my brother was always around. Don’t think about him right now. Stay here with Wyatt.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  LAKELYN

  I yanked the belt out of the loops and pitched it across the room. After unfastening his jeans, I shoved Wyatt’s boxers and pants over his sculpted ass and thighs.

  “Fuck!” This man was literally a work of art.

  Wyatt chuckled, stepping out of his clothes, then peeling off his socks. I fisted his cock as I ran my tongue between his rigid abs.

  The six-five giant was patient with me. Wyatt knew I had to get my fix. I laid on my stomach and sucked the head of his glorious dick. Wyatt wrapped his hand around my ponytail and worked his cock between my lips faster. I gagged when the head hit the back of my throat. Staring at me wordlessly, he waited until I repositioned myself. I rolled onto my back, head hanging off the side of the bed, and opened wide. His cock slid between my lips and he fucked my mouth fast, then slowly. My hands gripped his muscled torso as I sucked his massive length.

  “Lakelyn, don’t move. Fuck, I’m coming.”

  I drank his cum like it was my favorite soda pop.

  He sat at my side and pulled me into his lap.

  His hard cock stood between us.

  “Lakelyn, eyes up here.”

  I smiled. “It’s not my fault he’s ready to go.”

  Wyatt’s big strong calloused hands cupped my face. Every inch of my body quaked for the second time today.

  “I can grab the sheet if you’re cold.”

  “No. I’m not cold. It’s what your touch does to me. My body’s reacting like a starving cat. I guess I don’t get enough of your hands on me.”

  “We can fix that right now.” Wyatt captured my lips within his. I loved our passionate, dirty kisses. Clashing teeth and all. My body zinged in his arms.

  Wyatt released my lips. “Lakelyn, you fell apart downstairs. You’re raising the wall again. Stop.”

  I gripped his cock and bit his earlobe. “Fuck me hard, Wyatt.”

  “No,” he bit out. I could hear the frustration in his voice.

  He wouldn’t let me hide in my security bubble.

  “Why do you need to see me broken?”

  “That’s not it at all. I’m your man. I’ll always protect you, even when we aren’t together. Because that’s how much I love you.”

  “The second I leave Sunday evening.”

  “Monday morning,” he muttered.

  “Ok, Wyatt. Next week will be a rough one.”

  “For both of us.” His lips brushed my temple. I felt so safe and loved.

  “I’ll talk to Deacon while we’re in L.A. That’s final.”

  I exhaled. “Ok. We’re really doing this.” It was more of a statement than a question.

  “For the time being, focus on school, not us.”

  “I’m having lunch with him
at the firm Tuesday. Obsessing over how he’ll react won’t cross my mind at all,” I stated sarcastically.

  “I’ll give you something to make you forget about the shit we’re in.” His teeth dug into my neck as his fingers rubbed my pussy. My body heated under his touch. I only wanted to be filled by Wyatt.

  Being here with him meant life had to wait. Only he and I mattered.

  Wyatt pinched my nipple, sending another glorious flush of heat surging through my body. I grabbed his cock and slid down his shaft.

  His scent was all over my body. I loved it. Wyatt’s hands squeezed my waist as he fell back on the bed, watching my breasts bounce up and down. My pussy circled his fat cock. His hands slid up my body until they squeezed my firm breasts. Wyatt leaned up and clenched one of my nipples between his teeth as he pounded into me. Searing pain shot through my body and tingled in my toes. Gripping his hair, I rode his dick like it was the best thoroughbred horse in the Kentucky Derby.

  “Your pussy’s hugging my dick, so fucking good.” He sucked on my nipple, then slicked his tongue around my brown areola. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.

  “Oh, yeah.” I shivered against him as my orgasm swept through me in beautiful rolling waves of pleasure.

  “Lakelyn, I was the first man to have this pussy and I will be the fucking last,” he roared, as his cock jerked inside of me, filling me with his seed.

  Wyatt’s wide back met the cold sheet. I fell flush against his heaving chest.

  “Lakelyn, no sleep for you yet.”

  He slid out of me, then moved to the foot of the bed.

  “Lie on your stomach.”

  Wyatt stood and gripped my legs, yanking them apart. The lower half of my body hung off the edge of the bed. Cold air swept over my pussy.

  He slid into me again.

  “Shit.” I felt every inch of his big fat dick in my tummy. Wrapping his burly arms around my thighs, his finger stroked the starving nub between my legs as he slammed into me again and again.

  “Oh god! You’re hitting the right spot.” I gripped the golden sheets for dear life.

  Craning my neck, I stared at his long cock as his muscled hips drove into me each time. I was in a peaceful bliss.

  The friction of his finger circling my clit and his cock hitting my G-spot, sent waves of heat through me and my body convulsed in his grip.

  “I’m coming deep inside you, baby. Shit, you feel so good. I can’t give you up, Lakelyn.” His wet dark hair dangled over his forehead.

  Wyatt stilled inside my pussy and his cum exploded within my tight pulsating walls. His heavy hand landed on my ass.

  “Oh,” I cried out.

  He scooped me up into his arms. “Time to soak that beautiful body.”

  Hooking my arms around his neck, I inhaled him as my heart rate returned to a steady pace.

  I didn’t want to lose Wyatt or my brother. Hopefully, Deacon would listen to reason when we talked to him in L.A.

  **P**

  Seated in the backseat of the chauffeured black Maybach, my eyes were glued to the view of metro Atlanta en route to Kennesaw Airport. The groupings of large lush green trees throughout our city still brought me happiness. Despite my current situation.

  I tried listening intently to my brother as he rambled on about Oak’s upcoming season.

  My heart raced with excitement mixed with fear. This would be the first time I’d seen Oak in two months.

  Being apart sucked. I told myself I was ready to sit my brother down and tell him Wyatt and I were starting a relationship. In one. I didn’t know what we were right now. Doubt we were anything. We texted sometimes. Basic stuff like how was school or how was your workout. We kept the conversations light. Calling each other was out of the question. The second we would’ve spoken on the phone; we’d want to see each other. Not that the light and airy text messages didn’t send butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

  Lakelyn, you can handle Deacon’s rage. No, you can’t. Shit! Not to mention you messed up big this time.

  Sitting on this secret was difficult. I bit my lower lip. Oak and I had seen each other off and on for five years. I’d been on birth control pills since I was sixteen. This wasn’t the first time I’d given my body a break. The other times I was upfront with Oak. This time I hadn’t seen him since our Vegas trip in March. My studies kept us apart. I was only taking two classes this summer, so I had a little extra time on my hands. Guess Oak tried to stay away as long as he could. I still couldn’t believe he was following me. A part of me loved his stalkerish ways. Anyway, I didn’t expect him to show up at the hotel. And it slipped my mind to tell him we had to take other precautions. Spotting occurred instead of my steady monthly flow for the past two months. I hadn’t taken a pregnancy test. What was I waiting for? Shit, I was in denial. Once I returned home after the trip, I’d take a test. My hand shook around my waist. I snapped my fingers against my palm, trying to gain control. What would Oak say? Would he be upset? We weren’t ready for kids. And I had two more years of medical school.

  “I’ve held on to this information all summer, Lakelyn. Thought this trip was a good time to spill the beans.”

  His words brought me back from my thoughts. I tore my eyes away from our large private jet as the driver rolled to a stop on the tarmac. I peeked into my brother’s eyes that were the same color as mine.

  My brows lowered. “Spill the beans?”

  What was he talking about? Did he find out about me and Wyatt? No. Deacon was in a good mood. If he knew he would’ve lured Wyatt to our house and they would’ve torn each other apart. This trip wouldn’t be in motion.

  Deacon’s icy white sneaker rested on the camel colored seat across from us. The cuff of his jeans was tucked behind the tongue of his shoes. Deacon’s yellow polo shirt clung to his muscles. The canary color popped against his mocha skin. I dressed down today. My gingerbread complexion glowed against the oversized yellow T-shirt my brother was so excited I wore. Not to mention the loose fit jeans. The hem hung over my white Air Max sneakers. I hated wearing jeans, unless I was running into the mall to shop. Lately, Wyatt couldn’t keep his eyes off my ass around my brother. Figured this attire would keep down suspicion.

  “Not sure how Oak and I are standing today. We’ve partied hard for the last two months. Last night we partied the hardest.”

  Women gravitated to my brother like sun to water. They sucked him up every time. Couldn’t get enough of him. Rayne and I were watching Queen Sugar one night, and we agreed Deacon reminded us of the actor Ralph Angel. I narrowed my eyes at my brother.

  “Oak was depressed over some mystery chick he wouldn’t discuss. Can you believe that? You know my remedy, the best way to get over an old chick is to find a new one.” He winked. It felt like he was taunting me.

  The mystery chick is me, big bro. The words were on the tip of my tongue.

  “Maybe he’s getting over her because I noticed two chicks leaning against his Lambo last night as I was leaving the bar.”

  My blood boiled after listening to my brother’s admission. Why was Deacon telling me all this? Ok, it wasn’t like he hadn’t mentioned the women flocking to Oak before. The other times I didn’t get my panties in a bunch because either we weren’t together or he met up with me after chilling with my brother.

  “Lake, are you, all right?” A devious grin stretched across his face.

  The driver opened my door. “Yes,” I lied.

  Not playing his games today.

  I hopped out of the car and ran up the steps, boarding the jet.

  My brother was on my heels. “Oak, what’s up?” I could feel the genuine smile in my brother’s voice as he greeted his best friend.

  Wyatt stood in the aisle before me. I was sandwiched between two giants.

  “Hello, Lakelyn. You aren’t speaking today?”

  My heart felt like a baseball beating against my ribcage. I didn’t meet his gaze. My eyes fell over his body.

  He wore his baseball
cap, low, white board shorts and a tan T-shirt that hugged his muscles.

  Jesus, this is torture.

  Any other day tearing his clothes off of him crossed my mind. Not today.

  “Hey, Oak.” Peeking to the right, I dipped into the empty row of seats.

  “What’s wrong with your sister?”

  “The stick up her ass is longer today.”

  “Neither one of you talk about me like I’m not here.”

  “Fine. Lakelyn, you don’t want to sit with Deacon and me?” He leaned over my seat.

  “No, thank you. If you’d excuse me. I need to confirm a date I have with one of my guy friends in L.A.”

  Wyatt lingered a little longer than he should’ve. He needed to walk away before Deacon grew suspicious.

  I glanced at my brother. “What did you really want to tell me in the car? I know it wasn’t about your wild escapades with your friend.”

  “Oh yeah, I got sidetracked thinking about last night. I’m bringing a date to Oak’s first game.”

  “Why can’t I meet her before the game?”

  He hovered over the seat in front of me, meeting my gaze. “I’ve dated her off and on for months. We’re taking things slow. You two meeting is a big step in my life. I guess I’m dragging out the inevitable.”

  My brows shot up. “Is she your girlfriend?”

  His fingertips drummed the plush black leather. “No. Did you hear what I said, Lake? We’re taking things slow.”

  “You mean, you’re taking things slow?” I cocked my head to the side.

  “Join us for breakfast. It’s not a request.” He changed the subject and stalked toward his seat two rows behind me off to the left.

  I buckled my seat belt and shot a text to the girls. There wasn’t a guy to hook up with in L.A. I just thought I’d give Wyatt a taste of his own medicine.

  **P**

  Back against the guest bathroom door, I slammed my hand over my mouth. I didn’t anticipate how brutal this trip would be. Keep moving, Lakelyn. Get in the shower. Steam fogged the mirror.

  You need to get ready for dinner. The white terry cloth towel hugged my body. Today’s events played out like a horror flick. Before the end of our flight, I slipped into a tight navy dress and a pair of stilettos. Wyatt tried tearing his eyes away, but it was an epic fell. The entire ride to Maxon’s house Oak sat across from me staring.