by Kelly, Hazel
There was a soft jerk when the loop stopped our drifting, but Wyatt was soon in control again, walking his hands up the rope and pulling the small row boat around so it was parallel to the wooden walkway.
“Anyway,” I said. “I appreciate your theory, but you don’t know me. For all you know I’m actually really chilled out, and you just make me nervous.”
“You must be joking,” he said, bringing the boat to a standstill with one hand. “You really expect me to believe you’re some kind of flower child and I’ve totally misjudged you?”
“That’s right,” I said, lifting my chin. “I’m not nearly as repressed as you think I am.”
“Prove it.”
“I hardly think that’s necessary.”
“I do,” he said. “Prove it. If you’re so wild and impulsive, prove it.”
“How?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“Get in the water.”
“I told you I can’t swim.”
“You don’t have to,” he said. “The lake bed is shallow here. You can stand.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. And just because I don’t want to get wet doesn’t mean-”
“That argument’s irrelevant cause you’re going to get wet anyway,” he said, pulling his shirt off and setting it in a ball on the dock.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m getting in,” he said, reaching for the belt buckle below his rippling abs. “And if you want me to believe you’re as easygoing as you think you are, I suggest you join me.”
Chapter 17: Wyatt
When I looked up from undoing my belt, it was hard not to laugh at her panicked expression. “Thinking about joining me?” I asked, kicking off my shoes and setting them on the dock.
“I haven’t decided.”
It was overwhelming how much I wanted her to take her clothes off. I was dying to see how her porcelain breasts compared to how I imagined them.
I unzipped my jeans.
She put her hands on the bench beneath her and leaned forward. “I think I’m going to get out of the boat.”
“Wait,” I said.
She tilted her head at me. “What for?”
I stood up and stepped over the oars carefully. Then I dropped to my knees in front of her.
She looked down at me and stopped breathing.
I put my hands on her legs and pushed them apart so I could get closer, moving just between her knees.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I slid my hands up her thighs and then around her waist just under her shirt. “What I’ve wanted to do all night.”
She swallowed. “I didn’t say you could touch me.”
“Forgive me,” I said, pulling her shirt off over her head.
Her breasts were suspended in a simple silk bra, slightly goose bumped from their first feel of the cool evening air over the lake.
“Wyatt,” she said. “You don’t have to-”
“Yes I do,” I said, reaching for the side of her face.
Her lips melted when I pressed them to mine, and when she parted hers for me, I swirled my tongue in her mouth.
When I felt her wrap her delicate hands around my neck, I knew her attempt to pretend she didn’t want it was over.
Without taking my lips off hers, I pressed the back of my fingers between her legs. I could feel her warmth through her pants, and she made a small sigh when I found the right spot with my thumb.
I was desperate to get her as wet as last night. After spending the whole evening looking forward to having her again, I had high expectations, and I hoped hers were even higher for me.
The evening before it had been so dark, and while it was sexy as hell, it was hurried, too. This time, I wanted to feel every inch of her body and see its reaction to me, to see her face when I spread her open.
“Has anyone ever told you what a good kisser you are?” I asked, reaching my hands around to the back of her bra. The little clasp was different than I was used to, but it only took me a second to unhook it.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re very persuasive?”
I smiled, keeping my eyes on hers as I slid her loose bra straps off her arms. Then I leaned back so I could get a good look at her chest before cupping her breasts in my hands and circling her dark pink nipples with my thumbs.
As soon as they rose for me, I leaned forward and flicked one with my tongue before dragging across it as slowly as if it might contain a braille message telling me how to bring her to the brink.
She gasped when I pursed my lips around her nipple.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my warm breath against her chest.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “They’re just really sensitive.”
I felt my cock stiffen and furrowed my brow. Then I reached for one of her hands and stuck it in the front of my open jeans.
Her eyes grew wide when she felt me.
“Look at what you do to me,” I said, rubbing her hand over my hardness.
When her fingers stretched around it, I let go, keeping my eyes on her as she made me swell.
“I want to feel every inch of you again,” I said.
She nodded.
“And I need to taste you again,” I said, flinching at how sensitive my dick was to every quiver of her palm. I stuck my hands around the top of her pants. “Take these off and make it easy for me.”
Her breathing was shallow as she undid her buttons.
As soon as they were undone, I hooked my fingers in her waistband.
She looked over her shoulder at the shore and then back at me as I pulled her pants down around her ankles. Her swollen pink bud was right in front of me, and her beautiful curves were highlighted by the moonlight.
I couldn’t believe that after I’d had to try so hard to get her in the boat that I’d managed to get her naked in it, but I didn’t have time to dwell on my achievements. I had to keep her overwhelmed enough that she wouldn’t second guess herself.
My thumb went to her clit again.
Her eyes were big and shiny, and the look of tentative trust in them was such a turn on my dick was beginning to ache.
When I lowered my mouth to taste her, I felt one of her hands scratch against my scalp and grab a clump of hair.
She was even sweeter than I remembered, and she was so wet I dreamed of how spoiled I would get having a pussy like that around all the time.
I leaned back and looked at her. I wanted to see the look on her face when I stuck my fingers inside her, forcing her tightness to tolerate me until she gushed down my wrist.
Her lips fell apart when I did it, and her eyelids grew heavy. “Oh Wyatt,” she breathed.
I churned my fingers inside of her until her back arched and her tits came close enough to my face that I snagged one of her nipples between my teeth, sucking it while I worked her snatch and warmed her up from the inside out.
The light sound of her gasping was all I could hear, and I could feel my heart beating through my chest with the anticipation of tasting her again.
So I did, and this time I only used my mouth, moving my hands to her lower back so I could dip my tongue deep and funnel her silk down my throat.
When I looked up again, her head was tilted so her ponytail was hanging over one shoulder and she looked down at me like she was drunk.
I grabbed her face and kissed her.
She placed her hands on my cheeks and dragged her tongue around my mouth like she was exploring new territory.
When I finally pulled away, her eyes were dark and I scooped her out with my fingers once more and then raised them to her.
She kept her eyes on me as she grabbed my wrist and sucked her own nectar off my fingertips.
When I pulled them out of her mouth, she just smiled and looked at me.
“Are you surprised how good you taste?” I asked. “Or do you taste yourself all the time?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I would, yeah.”
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p; She trailed her fingers along my jawline and licked her lips.
“You know what else I’d like to know?”
She raised her eyebrows.
“What you think of how I taste.”
Her eyes grew wide.
“What do you think?” I asked, my dick surging at the suggestion.
“I think I might like to have an opinion about that.”
“Well, maybe if you come as hard for me as you did last night, you’ll get lucky,” I said.
And with that, I lowered my head again, determined to get my fill.
Chapter 18: Addison
He was making me feel too good.
And even though I was slightly panicked by how far out of my element I was, I kept telling myself that what happens in little canoes in the forest stays in the forest.
But it wasn’t long before I was too swept up in my own pleasure to care. I think it was the moment that he kissed me with my taste on his lips that put me over the edge.
It never occurred to me how sexy that could be, but something about discovering how light my pleasure tasted made me feel heavy with lust.
Which is why when he suggested I taste him, I actually considered it.
I mean, I’d been difficult all day, and he was doing everything he could to make me feel good. So what if he’d been testing my last nerve ever since he showed up again on my doorstep? Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing if I put someone else’s pleasure before my own for a change.
What’s more, I was curious enough about his dick that I wouldn’t just be doing it for him. I’d be doing it for me.
And while I was undeniably intimidated by his experience, the fact that he’d been with so many women gave me confidence. After all, surely I wouldn’t be the least skilled.
I’d gotten my hands on enough issues of Cosmo that I thought I could avoid embarrassing myself. Plus, Holly’s quasi boyfriend Nick told me once that blowjobs are like beer. Even the terrible ones get the job done.
Wyatt would probably be so surprised I was up for it that he’d simply be grateful. And as long as I didn’t think I would regret it…
But I couldn’t think any more about it because he was working his tongue against me so good I was starting to make a puddle on the wet bench beneath me. And when I looked down past my stiff nipples and my clenching stomach and saw his head moving between my legs, I was even more turned on.
Soon my clit started to buzz, and I knew I was close because my body was so warm I could barely keep my eyes open.
I let my head fall back as he lapped at me and grabbed a fistful of his hair in my hand. The coil inside me burned even hotter as I felt the bobbing of his head under my palm and the way it matched the waves of warmth flowing through me.
“I’m gonna come,” I said, tilting my hips towards his face. A moment later, my body jerked so hard the boat rocked against the dock, and I began to shudder uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, it was thrilling to see how eager Wyatt was to drink the pleasure pouring out of me. No one had ever been hungry for me like that, and it made me feel so sexy and desirable it made the strangeness of the situation worth it.
When I finally stopped shaking, he pulled away and sat upright again, licking his wet lips.
I didn’t want his eyes to meet mine, to see how helpless and enamored I was of him in that moment. So I kissed him again, exploring his slippery mouth with my tongue.
When he stopped to take a breath, he laid his forehead against mine and for a split second, he was my favorite person in the world.
Which is why I took a risk and whispered, “Trade places with me.”
I knelt down naked in the boat, and he rose to sit on the bench, his thigh covering the puddle I’d made from being so turned on.
He looked down at me between his knees, and shamelessly ogled my breasts.
I was nervous to be so naked and on display for him.
But the look in his eyes was pure lust and without judgement, so I tried to forget my own insecurities and focus on the bulge between us.
I put my hands on his knees and nodded towards his crotch. “Take them off.”
He pulled his pants and boxers off in one foul swoop and set them in a pile on the dock.
His dick was big and hard, with just enough veins showing under his taut skin that I was totally intimidated.
For a moment, I just put my hands on his knees and stared at it, listening to the sound of my own breathing over the water lapping against the sides of the boat.
Suddenly, Wyatt put a hand over mine and closed his fingers around my palm. Then he brought my hand to his cock, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.
I could feel him pulsing in my hand as soon as I touched it, and I was flattered that he was so hard for me.
As I tightened my hand around him, I felt my heart beating in my throat. Maybe this was a mistake. I didn’t even know if I could fit him in my mouth, much less if I could make him feel as good as he deserved to feel after what he’d done to me.
I swallowed and put my other hand around him, stacking it on top of the other before moving them up and down.
His eyes were dark and fixed on me.
I felt like some kind of horny milk maid as I pumped him slowly, trying to find my bearings and my breath, but I was surprised how much pleasuring him was turning me on.
“Taste me,” he said, leaning back so my eyes had to climb a ladder of abs to find his face.
I took one hand away and wrapped it around his balls. Then I licked my lips and lowered my head towards his dick.
I licked it first, dragging my tongue up his shaft, trying to buy myself time and ready myself to take him in my mouth. Then I flicked my tongue around the rim of his head, inhaling and exhaling in the hope that his dick was as sensitive to the changing temperature as my nipples.
And then I went for it, wrapping my lips around him and swirling my tongue as my mouth watered over him. When I felt him swell in my mouth, I closed my eyes, sank down on him, and waited for his dick to hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck me,” he said.
When he was all the way in, I bobbed my head back up and moaned, my body aching for him with energy I didn’t realize I had. Then I sank down again, holding myself steady with one hand on his dick and the other on his muscular thigh.
A second later, I felt his hand grab my ponytail.
The last thing I was expecting was the gush of warmth I felt in my guts when he did that, but his hand on my head filled me with fire.
He didn’t push me though- not any more than his heavy hand weighed my head down naturally- but feeling like he wanted to keep me there gave me confidence that I was on the right track to making him feel good.
And when he moaned, I knew he was close.
Suddenly, his hand tightened around my hair and he groaned so loud it startled me, but I didn’t slow down. Instead, I sped up, groping his balls with my left hand as his dick prodded the back of my throat.
And just when my jaw felt so sore I thought I might not be able to get him there, he thrust his dick in my mouth and flooded my throat with his desire for me.
And this time, I didn’t spit.
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