“Wyatt…’’ she breathed out. Her chest heaved, pushing her perfect breasts against my shirt. I wanted to rip it off her body, but I waited. My hands shook at my sides.
“You told me to shut up,’’ I whispered near her ear and then let my lips trail against the shell of her ear without actually kissing her. Shit, it was too much even for me, and if her shivering form was anything, it was too much for her too.
“You’re such a smart-ass.’’
“Yeah, but this smart-ass has something you want,’’ I replied softly, still against her ear.
“An orgasm you mean?’’ She turned her head sideways then, and her smile made me growl.
In one move, I shut down the stove, turned her around with my hands at her waist and then hoisted her up to plant her with legs parted for me on the kitchen countertop. She hissed when her bare ass hit the surface, but I didn’t give her enough time to focus on it. In the next breath I had the shirt, she wore in my fists and forced it up her body, then off of her. It disappeared on the floor somewhere nearby, and I lost myself in the sight of her perky breasts and taut nipples that called out to my fingers and mouth.
“More than one,’’ I said right before I bent and nipped at her left nipple. She arched into me, one hand going behind my head to push me into her and the other holding onto my shoulder. She never shied from letting me know what she wanted, what she loved. She was fire and pure sex with me, and it drove me out of my fucking mind.
She was perfection.
“Hmm…’’ she hummed above my head as I nipped her nipple again and rolled the other one between my fingers.
I pulled back and blew on the wet tip and cupped both breasts, staring avidly when her skin broke out in more goosebumps. I twitched in my pants when her gasp reached my buzzing ears.
“You like that?’’ I asked with a smirk on my face and my eyes now deep in hers, hooded by desire.
She nodded and put pressure on my head as if asking me to get closer. I didn’t move, though. I wanted her to beg for it. No, it had more to do with the fact that I wanted her to beg for me. I kept my head close to her breasts, knees bent and my hard cock pressed against the inside of her thigh.
“You know what I want, sweet thing.’’
Her breathing sped up some more. We were both breathing loud, and nothing else mattered but the sounds she made, the way she moved, how she begged me with her body.
“Make me come, Wyatt,’’ she whispered and licked her lips. Her eyes fell to my mouth, and once again I hoped to get those lips wrapped around my cock soon. But right now…
I leaned closer and ran my tongue over the taut nipple of her other breast, slowly and then gently nipped. “Tell me more,’’ I rasped against her skin and then took her nipple into my mouth again.
She tugged on my hair, arching her back again and tightening her legs at my sides. She was shaking. I knew that if I put my hand between her legs, I’d find her ready for my cock. We both didn’t need a lot of prompting to get going when we were together. Most of the time I was obsessed with her anyway.
“Your mouth.’’ She moaned then and threw her head back. “I want your mouth on me.’’
“Shit,’’ I groaned and pushed my hard cock against her thigh, eyes tightly closed. I breathed through my nose a few times and waited until I calmed down. “You could make me come just like that.’’
“Good,’’ she sighed and stared at me as I pulled back. She dropped her hands from me and instead held herself up on the counter, both palms firmly planted on the cold surface. Her eyes devoured me, stopping at the bulge in my pants that was worse than minutes ago.
I took her all in from her hair now messier than before, her bright eyes full of lust, her red complexion, the way her breasts heaved at her every intake of breath, the way her legs, parted, gave me a prime view of her pussy, pink and glistening.
My balls tightened further, and my cock jerked, reminding me that once I’d have my mouth on her pussy, I’d be gone. Done. I was about to become the animal Marissa made me whenever our clothes weren’t in the way. My control slipped at every turn with this woman.
“Keep your eyes on me, sweet thing. Watch me.’’
I kneeled and put my hands on her knees before I softly glided them up her thighs as I got closer to the heaven that awaited me. Then, I wrapped my hands around her thighs, possessing her body and watched when her stomach and muscles in her legs quivered and tightened. My mouth met her skin then, her warmth mingling with mine and stocking the fire that inhabited me whenever she was around, and I stared at her staring at me as I explored the smooth skin inside her thighs, up and up, one leg then the other. I deliberately went slow, letting her scent invade all my senses, allowing her to combust right there in front of me, making her submit to me so ultimately, I leaked pre-cum in my pants more and more.
“Wyatt,’’ she whispered, voice hitching with her gasp when I kissed the junction of her thigh and her pussy, so fucking close but too far.
In her eyes I read the desperate need to come, the desperate need for some relief and for my mouth on her pussy and that was exactly what I wanted, waited.
With a groan I licked her whole pussy and latched onto her throbbing clit, hands holding her down tightly.
Fucking heaven.
***
MARISSA
“Oh!’’ I moaned and closed my eyes at the first contact of his mouth against me, but I quickly reopened them. I needed to see his head between my legs, the way his mouth glistened against me, the way his tongue appeared and disappeared depending on what he did to me.
My hands fell to his head, fingers pushing through his thick hair as I pushed him harder against me. His answering moan against me and the vice grip he had on my hips as I tried to push myself against his mouth made my head spin harder.
He wasn’t using his fingers this time, but he didn’t need them. I was a pool of pleasure, ready to detonate at any moment as he pushed his tongue inside me, fast, before going back to my clit and nipping it gently and sucking on it. I was a moaning mess, voice rising as sweat covered my body, but still, I kept my eyes on him and locked in his.
He burned through me, plummeting me until I was nothing but pure air, light and free.
My legs tightened against his head, and I threw my head back as waves of intense pleasure mounted inside of me, taking over.
“Look at me,’’ he ordered me, panting and voice tight.
It was difficult with molted muscles, but I got my head up and eyes on him. His cheeks were red, his eyes so much more intense than before that I shivered again, or maybe it was because he panted against my aching core, blowing hot air.
“I’m so close.’’
“I know, sweet thing.’’ He pressed his mouth against me again and this time, thrust two fingers inside me, deep and hard, crooking them until he touched me just the right way to get me off.
“Wyatt!’’ I screamed out and tensed all over, my toes cramping and my legs squeezing his head. I repeated his name, as we kept our eyes locked together, sharing that moment so intimately that it drove my orgasm further.
Boneless, I laid down on the counter, eyes closed at last and heart at breakneck speed in my chest. His mouth trailed up my legs and over my stomach before he kissed my breasts, so sensitive I gasped and looked at him.
“Watching you come like that…’’ he trailed off and kissed me on the mouth, giving me a taste of myself. I clutched onto him. “It makes me want to watch you come again and again.’’
I caressed his face and smiled up at him as he cradled me in his arms and sat me straighter. “Doesn’t it make you want to come?’’ I arched an eyebrow and then sneakily grabbed his cock through his sweatpants. He was rock hard and throbbing. I squeezed and released him when he groaned loudly, his eyes narrowing.
“I don’t need much to come right now.’’
“Yeah?’’ I tugged down his sweatpants past his sculpted ass and kept my eyes on his. His cock touched my thigh, and t
he wet tip made my lips tingle. I pushed against his torso and didn’t answer his questioning gaze as he took a step back. I didn’t need to anyway. My intentions became clear when I dropped from the kitchen counter and knelt in front of him, face turned up to stare at him and his hard cock.
I wrapped a hand around his thick length and stared at his glistening tip when more pre-cum gathered, rendering his cock that much redder. The vein running from base to tip visibly grew when I started a slow rhythm.
“Shit, put that delicious mouth of yours on it, sweet thing,’’ he rasped and took hold of my head, fingers entwined behind my head, but he didn’t push me. He simply held me as if he sought more contact.
The strength he held back had me shivering right there on the kitchen floor in front of him. My eyes didn’t stray from his, and I licked my lips slowly as I wrapped my hand tighter around his cock. His answering hissing breath was my reward, along with the tension in his fingers in my hair and the way he canted his hips to seek more friction in my hand or maybe just to find my mouth.
I finally put my mouth on his crown when he started trembling, and his chest heaved harder with anticipation. It fueled me, rendering me unable to hold off any longer.
The first taste of his pre-cum on my tongue made me silently moan around him. My lips tightened around the tip of his hard cock. His eyes with hooded eyelids tracked the up and down motion of my hand while I kept on licking his tip and tracing the vein that ran along his length. His fingers caught a few strands on my head, and the slight tug made my eyes water and close my mouth around him, taking more of him.
“Hm… you like a little… Pain?’’ he asked, panting, muscles coiling as I sucked on him harder, bobbing my head in earnest now as he lightly applied pressure on my head. With my free hand, I trailed it along his powerful thigh, hard as granite and cupped his balls, heavy in my palm. Slowly, a lot slower than what I was doing with my mouth, I massaged his balls.
His groan then enveloped me, tugged at me, threw me in him and his pleasure. My whole body tensed, the urge to make him lose his well-loved control so intense I didn’t know what to do with myself, how to proceed. Instead, I took him deeper until he touched the back of my throat. Deliciously dirty. Perfectly messy.
Drool escaped my mouth, running down to my chin. Suddenly, Wyatt took hold of my hair tightly to stop my movement with his cock deeply lodged in my mouth and gripped my jaw with his whole big hand which gave him a good hold of my throat. I was at his complete and utter mercy, and I didn’t care. If anything, it made me want to make him come that much more.
“Careful, sweet thing. I’m close to fucking that mouth of yours until you cry,’’ he said thickly, voice tight with need and eyes so dark they called out to the baser needs in me that were so foreign to me because they were much naughtier and darker than I ever thought to be capable of.
My old self, the person I was before I met Wyatt, would have tapped on his thigh and pulled back to finish him off gently. But I wasn’t that person anymore, and maybe I had never been.
I ran a finger at that sensitive place behind his balls and sucked him harder, my eyes on his in a dare to push him, to let himself go completely and do as he pleased with me. I wanted to be used by him, here and there. I needed this moment with him.
He snapped then on a loud groan that almost sounded like a roar to my buzzing ears. He pulled his hips back and then with a hiss he thrust his glistening cock back inside my mouth until he hit the back of my throat and my eyes watered. My jaw ached a bit, and my whole body was tense at the intensity ripping off of him, but I welcomed all of this. I welcomed everything he gave me because at that moment, with the sweat coating his forehead and chest, the bottomless pool of his eyes on me and his parted lips form which animalistic and almost desperate sounds came, he was everything.
I kept on massaging his balls and then when they drew up, I tugged softly, earning another loud groan and pull on my hair. His grip on my jaw turned punishing and the tremble in his whole self as if coming straight from his very bone marrow was magnificent, proof that he was so damn close that nothing could stop him anymore.
His eyes fell shut, and he threw his head back, his hips still pistoning with precise movements, but faster.
Then it happened.
He didn’t warn me he was coming. He didn’t give me a choice to pull back before his cum filled my throat and mouth. No, he was too far gone for this.
His roar was deafening, animalistic and hedonistic. His whole body tensed so much his every muscle was a stark contrast to his skin, playing with the light coming from the ceiling.
And then the silence came back, only punctuated with our loud breathing.
His softening cock left my mouth, and I was there, kneeling on the floor with my hands on his thighs still shaking. We were both shaking really. My eyes roamed up his body until I met his dark orbs.
His hands had fallen away from my jaw and hair when he started coming, but I missed his touch even though I practically felt his fingers like a ghost on my skin and in my hair, sending more tingles down my spine.
Biting on my lip, I dropped my hands from his thighs and got ready to stand up on shaky legs, but Wyatt stopped me. He bent down and used his strength to grab me and hoist me back on the cold kitchen island. This time around, the cold barely registered in my mind. I welcomed it in fact. I was too hot for words, too keyed up to know what to do anymore but to look at Wyatt and take my cues from him.
“You’re incredible,’’ he said in a gruff voice and traced the shape of my lips with his thumb. The touch was so soft, so light it was very different from the way he handled me minutes ago and somehow that made it all the more incredible. I knew it would only make that moment that much more impossible to forget. “Was I…’’ He cleared his throat then and dropped his eyes to my collarbone. “Was I too rough?’’
I placed my hands on his tapered waist and waited until he looked up again. The uncertainty I read in his eyes oddly made my heart soar in my chest, filling me with the kind of warmth born from an emotion I was too scared to analyze.
“No. I wanted it rough. That was incredible.’’
He brushed away from my face my hair and ran his nose along mine, in that move that never failed to make my stomach flutter. I closed my eyes and let his warmth, his strength, penetrate me.
“I’ve never been so lost in someone, sweet thing.’’
“Right back at you,’’ I whispered back and nuzzled his neck, placing a small kiss near his Adam’s apple. He reciprocated with a kiss where my neck met my shoulder and wrapped his arms tightly around me, prompting me to keep him close a little longer. When I crossed my legs at the ankles above his ass and my arms around his back, he sighed deeply and his shoulders relaxed, something rare that was worth noticing.
A few minutes passed like this, us holding each other while breathing deeply. It wasn't the first time, but these past few days had shown me another part of Wyatt, a part I would have never suspected. He was tender. And he liked to cuddle. Though, I bet that if I said that to his face he’d deny it fiercely and push me away to build his usual walls better again.
“Ready for tomorrow?’’ he asked in a gruff whisper, his hands caressing my back slowly.
I shivered and cuddled closer to him, pushing my face harder into his neck. I groaned and shook my head. “No.’’
I felt his smile against my shoulder. His beard scratched my skin when his lips stretched up.
“Come on. Ava likes you, and it’s just family.’’
“It’s your family,’’ I replied quietly, eyes still closed and expecting tension to invade him again. The Burtons were a sore spot and we rarely if ever talked about it since we agreed to see where this new development between Wyatt and me went. But this time around he was calm.
“It’s messier than that, isn’t it?’’ He kissed my shoulder again and ran his parted lips up my neck until he nibbled on my earlobe. Shivers coursed through me. “It’ll be okay, sweet thing.’’<
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And I believed him because at that very moment everything was fine and the mess that was our life brought me that feeling of completion.
WYATT
I hadn’t expected that stopping myself from looking at Marissa would be such a hardship, but it was. I used to want to bite her head off whenever she was near my adoptive family, but now I couldn’t help the damn need for her whenever she was around, burying herself deeper into my life even though it would undoubtedly bite us in the ass.
I glared at the BBQ and the meat grilling and widened my stance while my father talked about his job. I didn’t hear a single word he said. I was too busy straining to hear Marissa’s voice as she regaled Mom and Ava with tales from InkSpired.
Dad’s hand on my shoulder brought me back to him, and my glare on the BBQ eased off. I glanced at him in silent question, but one look told me I wouldn’t like what he’d say next.
“Son, I thought you were fine with Marissa coming for lunch today.’’ There was no judgment in his voice, and that made it worse. Danny Burton had always been understanding, ready to do everything for me to feel good and give me the happiness that had lacked my childhood before I came to live with the Burtons. What sucked was that he jumped to that conclusion, but I knew I couldn’t be pissed off about it. I had been a total asshole when Marissa made her appearance in our lives. I had to prove that my disposition had changed… But without letting on how much my disposition toward her had indeed changed.
I sighed and let my eyes wander to Marissa. Her face, so open and laughing did something in my chest, something so fucking weird I couldn’t place a word on it, but I savored it. It was nothing like my usual darkness or the pain I couldn’t shake off.
Then, I stared back at my dad and shook my head. “I’m fine with it.’’
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