by Tessa Elaine
I can’t stop myself from touching him. I wrap my hand around him and pull from the base to the tip. Wyatt groans at my touch, and that sound encourages me to keep going.
“Show me how to touch you, show me how to make you feel as good as you made me feel,” I say stroking him again.
When I look up at his face, Wyatt is turned away from me with a pained look on his face that I can’t read. Am I hurting him? Does he not like me touching him? Leaning back, I look up at him, unsure of what to say.
“Wyatt, if you show me what to do… I’ve never done this before.” There I said it. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to embarrass myself, but I’m more humiliated by him not wanting my touch.
Wyatt’s eyes snap to mine, and he is looking at me differently than he was just a few minutes ago.
“Sarah,” his husky voice comes out in a pant. “I don’t like you seeing me like this.”
It’s then I realize he’s talking about the scars and his leg. My heart breaks for him all over again, but I want to show him that I think he is perfect, in every way.
These things make me love him more.
They show the sacrifice and his bravery. How could he ever think for once second I wouldn’t love every inch of him. I guess I will just have to show him.
I raise both hands to his hips and run my fingers up his sides. My right hand slides over his left side, caressing the scars that are there. I lean forward and press my lips to those scars. His breath hisses and I wonder if it feels good or if it's still sensitive.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, and he just shakes his head no. So, I continue my descent.
I kiss my way down his side while I’m on my knees in front of this man. I make it to his leg, and I see him start to shake.
“Wyatt, let me love you.” I am just going with the way he makes me feel. I really have no idea what I’m doing. I just have this urge to show him how much he means to me.
I start to kiss my way back up, and when I’m standing, I take his shaft in my hand again. He is hard as a steel rod but so soft and smooth at the same time. My lips travel up his chest to his neck and across his jaw. I give him the same treatment he gave me the other night. Kissing and biting my way to his lips.
“Sarah, I have to ask,” Wyatt says in a hard voice.
“Mmm…” I moan.
“Are you a virgin?” His question stops me dead in my tracks, and I’m almost afraid to answer him.
“Sarah?” He pinches my chin between his thumb and his finger, pulling my eyes to his.
I can’t say the words out loud, so I just dip my chin once. Wyatt growls and pulls me into his chest kissing the top of my head.
“What did I do to deserve this,” I hear him say into the top of my head.
“I want you to be my first, Wyatt.” He rubs his hands up and down my back, making goosebumps raise everywhere.
“I will be easy, princess.” He kisses me before he takes a step back.
My eyes have a mind of their own, and I take in this gorgeous man standing in front of me.
“Take everything off and lay down in the middle of the bed. I want you to spread open wide, so I can see every inch of that pretty pink pussy that is just for me.” I almost lose it over his dirty words, but with shaking hands, I do exactly as he says. Removing every piece of clothing and discarding them on the floor.
I’m lying in the middle of Wyatt's bed, knees closed tight, and arms crossed over my chest. I'm not very confident in my body. I don't have any curves, I am flat everywhere. Small hips, small waist, small breast, not very attractive. Especially when all through school I was teased about being a part of the itty bitty tittie committee or being called stick figure. Not a real confidence booster.
But when my eyes finally meet Wyatt’s all those thoughts leave me instantly. The look in his eyes could burn me alive. No one has ever looked at me like they want to devour me.
“Let me see all of you, princess.” He lifts his chin, widens his stance, and crosses his arms, standing at the foot of the bed like the Adonis he is.
Slowly my arms fall to my sides, and I fist the sheets in my hand. I close my eyes as I let my knees fall to the side showing him all of me. Wyatt looks his fill, every inch of me, nothing left between us.
“Reach over in the nightstand and grab a condom, Sarah.” I do as he asks, but when my fingers close around the foil packet, I feel his hot tongue run up my sex.
White light explodes behind my eyes from the feel of his mouth on me. No one has ever done this to me, and I am so glad I waited for it to be him. His mouth works its way from my entrance to my clit, and I’m about to free fall out of this world.
“Wyatt,” I pant his name. “I’m going to cum.” His hot mouth leaves me, and I want to cry out. He must sense my dismay because he huffs a laugh as he climbs up my body.
Wyatt kisses my lips, and I can taste my own arousal on his mouth. It’s intoxicating and so dirty.
“Don't worry, princess, I will take care of you.” Kissing me one more time he takes the foil from my fingers to slide the condom over his shaft.
Wyatt starts to slide back down my body taking each nipple in his mouth as he goes. Sucking and biting them with the same attention. He finally reaches the place I want him the most and smiles up at me.
“As soon as you cum on my tongue, princess, I’m going to bury my cock inside you.”
“Yes, please.” That's all I want, for him to finally claim me. To never let me go.
Wyatt’s lips latch onto my clit with a powerful grip while his tongue lashes back and forth driving me to bliss, shooting me into space. My orgasm hits me so hard and so fast my ears ring, and I can't tell you what comes out of my mouth.
Wyatt moves over the top of me, and I feel his thick head press to my opening. I look into the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen and relax completely, l trust Wyatt more than anyone else.
“This is going to hurt, but only for a second. I promise I will make it good for you.” I nod my head letting him know I’m with him all the way.
Wyatt braces his elbows beside my head and leans down to take me in the sweetest kiss we have ever shared. Then a sharp pain fills my body, and I cry out into his mouth. Wyatt pushes himself in all the way until there is no space between us. He's whispering something to me, but the burn and sting of him stretching me is all I can think about right now.
Wyatt holds himself completely still and lets my body adjust to the invasion of his cock. God that hurt like a mother.
“I’m so sorry baby, I never want to hurt you. I love you so damn much.” Finally, his words make it to me, and I almost start to cry. He loves me, he said it back.
“I love you too,” I moan into his lips, pushing my hips forward, needing him to move.
Chapter 17
Wyatt
Heaven, that’s the only word I can use to describe the heat surrounding my cock. I have never felt anything that comes close to this bliss that I’m in. I’m trying so hard not to move, letting her adjust to me inside her body. I keep playing it over and over in my head. The second she told me no one had ever touched her.
Fuck, I don’t deserve to take what she is offering. But I am the most selfish bastard on the face of this earth, and I am not afraid to admit it. I will be her first and her last.
Sarah starts to move under me, testing the feel of me inside her. I groan when her hips lift off the bed, and her walls clench around me.
I want to lay siege to this goddess that is moaning under me. I want to claim her in a primal way, mark her up, and bury my seed inside her, so she can never leave me again.
Where are these possessive thoughts coming from?
I want her to wake up tomorrow and not be able to think of anything but me buried deep inside her. Every time she moves I want her to feel where I was.
Sarah’s lashes flutter with every stroke in and out, slow, and steady. Torturing us both. I’m trying to hold on, but I’m losing myself in the sensation of Sarah wrapped aroun
d me.
I can’t put into word how freeing it is to have this intimate moment with her. To have her trust me enough to take something I keep telling myself I don’t deserve.
Her nails are digging into my back, her legs are like vices around my hips, pulling me as deep as I can go.
“Wyatt,” those sexy lips moan my name, and I almost lose it.
“Princess, I need you to cum for me. I can’t hold on much longer.” I change the angle of my position, rubbing her clit with every thrust.
Her pussy pulses around me and I’m about to spill into this condom. Reaching down between us I flip her clit, and it only takes a couple strokes before she is clenching me so tight I almost pass out.
“Wyatt, ohmygod!” She calls my name over and over, making me feel like a god.
I groan into her neck, filling the condom as we cum together. I could almost say I was seeing stars.
As the feeling starts to come back to my body, I pull back and place a sweet kiss to her lips. I’m not ready to pull out of this heaven I have found, but my body is about to give, and I don’t want to crush her.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly pull out of Sarah, and she whimpers so sweet for me. Almost sounding disappointed in the loss of our connection. Rolling to my side, I remove the latex and dispose of it in the wastebasket by the bed.
I turn back to Sarah, and I’m a little shocked to see her sitting at the edge of the bed with the sheet around her.
“Everything okay?” I ask. Was it not good for her? Maybe it was so good for me, and I just imagined her pleasure.
“It’s late, I should get going,” Sarah whispers. I don’t fucking think so.
“Get that sweet little ass back in this bed, Princess.” Reaching over I pull her back to me by her waist.
There is a small smile on her face when I pull her on top of me, and it relieves some of the pressure that was building in my chest.
“So, you're one of those girls, you get what you want, and you’re out the door.” I tease her.
Sarah smacks my chest knowing I’m giving her a hard time and I’m happy to see her so playful.
“Stop, that is not what I was doing. I have to be up for work in the morning, and it’s late. If I stay where will you sleep?” Her disappointment is a smack to the face. I told Sarah my fear of falling asleep in the bed with her, but I can see how much it hurts her.
“You’re not going anywhere this late, it’s three in the morning. Just stay here and you can stop by your house to change clothes on the way to work.” I see a couple things pass across her face. First, hope of us, sharing a bed, then confusion, probably wondering what I’m getting at.
“Wyatt, are you sure?” She is chewing that lip up, and it’s driving me insane. Needing her to stop torturing that poor little piece of flesh, I lean up and capture her lips.
“Yes, Princess, I’m sure.” Sarah doesn’t protest anymore, and I can see exhaustion taking over.
She slides off my chest and settles in the crook of my arm. I can’t get over the feel of her in my arms, in my life. Like a missing puzzle piece that I have been searching for too long. She fits.
I lay there listening to this gorgeous woman breathe, stroking her arm with the tips of my fingers. Just enjoying all the happy moments, Sarah was telling me that I needed. She is right. My soul needs her more than I have ever let myself admit.
Waking up to soft lips on mine I’m almost positive it’s a dream. I have never had a dream this good, and if I did, I would probably sleep a lot more. I feel the weight of the bed shift and realize it’s not a dream. Cracking an eye open, I see Sarah climbing out of my bed. My head is still foggy, so it takes a second to register everything.
It all slowly comes back, her under me moaning, lying in bed with her, holding her and sleep taking me. I sit up so fast I get a little dizzy. Sarah is already in the bathroom, and I hear the water running, so I take my time to look around the room. Taking in the scene before me. Everything is right where I left it, nothing broke, and she isn’t yelling at me for doing something crazy in my sleep.
I actually feel good, I feel better than I have in a long time. The only thing I could complain about is the dull ache in my wrist from punching my truck like a fool. I’m not tired and dragging my ass out of bed, even with the little sleep I have gotten.
I look up and see the blush crawl across Sarah’s face as she walks back into the room, seeing I’m already awake. She stops at the edge of the bed, and I take her in. Her hair’s a mess from last night, and that is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Just remembering my hands in it, fisting her long golden locks while I drive into her. Fuck, my dick is getting hard just thinking about it.
Sarah places a knee on the bed and its then I see she only has on my shirt. I could get used to this. The shirt rides up her sexy thigh, and I’m biting back the groan in my chest. She has me in knots, and the only thing I want to do is drag her back in this bed and repeat last night.
Never in my life have I had anything that comes close to what we have right now. She makes me feel like I can breathe, like I can make it through a day without losing it. I still can’t get over how well I slept last night, not even one nightmare. That hasn't happened in way too long.
Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are on my chest, I can see her breathing picking up. I reach out to her, and she slides that dainty hand in mine, letting me pull her back in bed with me.
“Good morning,” she whispers. The light from the window caresses her body, making her glow in the morning light. If I could hold on to this moment for the rest of my life, I would shut out the world in a heartbeat.
“Morning, princess.” I kiss the top of her head. It is so easy to shut out the rest of the world with her in my arms.
Could this be my life from now on, can I have everything I have ever wanted? Just as my thoughts start to drift to all the reasons I can’t have this, my phone rings. Fuck, it’s too early for phone calls.
Reaching over to the nightstand grabbing my phone, I feel Sarah pulling away. Not going to happen, I just hold on to her tighter. When I look at the screen on the phone, I almost drop it. Lucas is calling.
Sarah sees it too, and her nails are biting into my chest. How can Lucas bust our little bubble and his ass is nowhere around? I need to figure out a way to tell my best friend I’m in love with his sister, but it won't be over the phone.
“It’s okay,” I try to tell her. “Let me get this, and then I will go start some coffee.” I hit the green button on the phone.
“Yeah,” I’m a little short because he interrupted what could have potentially been morning sex.
“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” Lucas is laughing into the phone. I doubt he would be laughing if he knew who was currently in my shirt and my bed.
“Spit it out Wayne, you're disturbing my beauty rest.” I wink at Sarah. She shakes her head at us and pulls away.
Giving a small peck to my cheek, I let her climb out of bed and start to get dressed. Well, I would love to call Lucas a cock block, but I don’t think that would go over well with him or Sarah.
“Your ugly ass needs all the beauty sleep it can get.” He shoots back as I sit up and slide my legs off the side of the bed.
My left leg is a little sore; I slept with my prosthetic on last night. I don’t think I have ever done that and the irritation is real. Sarah had me so lost in her I couldn’t think of anything else. Not my leg, not sleeping somewhere else so I wouldn’t hurt her, not my darkness. Nothing but her.
I’m rubbing my leg lost once again in thoughts of her when Lucas is saying my name.
“Wyatt, are you listening to a fucking word I’m saying, or are you busy with your latest conquest.”
My eyes are on Sarah and the second she flinches I know she heard him. The room is quiet, and Lucas is loud as fuck.
“Fuck off and tell me why the hell you are calling me.” I watch Sarah’s shoulders fall as she walks out of my room without so much as a look in my di
rection.
I want to call her name or chase after her, but I need to find out what the hell her brother wants.
“Someone is a little touchy this morning. I called because we have a job. Need you to meet me at the office so we can go over it.”
“Okay, I will be there as soon as I can.” I’m about to hang up on him, but not before he stops me with his question.
“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know what’s going on with Sarah, would you?” Shit!
“Why would I know?” I try to play it cool, right now is not the time to talk about my feelings for his sister.
“You two have been talking an awful lot,” he says accusingly.
“Only when you act like a dumbass,” I tell him.
“Touché.”
I hang up the phone and limp to my dresser and grab some clothes. Damn, who would have thought falling asleep with my prosthetic leg on would hurt this bad. Getting dressed as fast as I can, I make my way to the kitchen.
I can smell the coffee as I walk down the hall and I’m thankful Sarah didn’t bolt out the door. Lucas can be such a dumbass for such a smart guy. Everyone thinks they know me, know what I do and who. Sometimes this small town likes to talk too much, and they tend to get shit wrong.
We played this game in grade school once that was supposed to teach everyone what gossip does. The teacher had us all sit in a circle, and she whispered something into the student’s ear that sat to her right then that student would whisper it to the ear of the kid next to them. It would go on like that until it got back to the teacher, and when it did, it was all fucked up.
She told us not to always believe the gossip. That by the time it makes it through everyone, you never really know what was truly said. This town needs a lesson in that little exercise.
I walk up behind Sarah, almost afraid to reach out for her. I don’t know how she will react right now and I feel like I’m approaching a wild animal that I have cornered. I throw caution to the wind and wrap my arms around her waist, pressing my lips to the top of her head. I feel her relax and I take that as a good sign.