by Peter Styles
“Come.” I grabbed his hand, tugging him to the couch on the far side of the room. I wanted to take my time, not fuck up against the wall as though this was some kind of bar hookup. This was Wyatt, the man I had adored for all of my adult life. Whatever time we had, I would savor.
“Take your clothes off,” he protested as I pushed him down on the couch.
“Patience.” I slipped off his boots and slowly stripped him of the rest of his clothing. When he was at last naked, his cock oozing precum, I pushed his thighs wide and moved in between them. “I’m going to suck you, Wyatt,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him.
His mouth trembled against mine, another sign that something had changed. I had always been the shaky one, the one overwhelmed by his magnetism. The change in roles was heady, powerful, but never something I would use to my advantage. This was my beloved, not a pawn in some sexual game. He had a need, and I would give him all of me to fill it.
I licked my way over his stomach, swirling my tongue around his tip and savoring the saltiness of the moisture coating it.
“So good,” I whispered.
“Please,” Wyatt begged. I stroked the sensitive skin along his hip with my fingers, framing his erection before lowering my mouth to take him deep inside. He stretched me, the sensation making my dick twitch.
His fingers tangled in my hair, his breath panting in the air above me. I was lost in the scent of him, the salty taste and the caress of his fingers over my skin. The way he filled my mouth, and the way his silky skin glided over my tongue and between my lips. He had always been so gentle, but I was going to turn him into a madman, tease him until he couldn’t stand any more.
I grabbed his hand, taking my mouth off his shaft to suck his thumb instead, his cock so near it brushed my cheek.
“Take off your clothes,” Wyatt begged again.
“You’re sure? I could suck you some more.”
“Naked,” he said on a groan. “I want you naked and touching me.”
I rose to my feet, still standing between his splayed thighs but just out of reach.
“Touch yourself,” I told him, giving him a smile while turning what he had often told me back on him this time. If I had hoped it would tease him, I hadn’t counted on the effect it would have on me to see him wrap his strong, lean-fingered hand around his thick shaft, slowly moving it up and down.
He lay back against the couch, so beautiful in his nudity, his gaze so utterly consumed in watching me as he caressed his cock. My hands trembled as I worked the buttons on my shirt. When I let it slide from my shoulders to the floor, Wyatt groaned, and I joined him. I could still taste the saltiness of him on my lips and tongue. Frantic now, I nearly ripped open my belt and dress slacks. I had planned to undress slowly, seducing him all the while, but it was the sight of him now turning me into a mass of tingling nerves and achiness.
When I had finally kicked away my shoes and pants, Wyatt leaned forward and licked along the underside of my shaft. He gazed up at me before lying back on the couch, his invitation clear. I couldn’t wait to stretch out on top of him, feel his heart beating next to mine, our breaths mingling as we kissed.
He spread his thighs so our hips rubbed together in intimate imitation of what was still to come. I kissed along his neck to the lobe of his ear, tugging slightly with my teeth before I whispered, “Fuck me, Wyatt. I want to feel you push deep inside me.”
He growled, shifting so quickly, he took me by surprise. In a flash, he had me on my hands and knees, his fingers spreading the cheeks of my ass. Instead of the cool touch of the lube I had left on the coffee table, what stroked me wetly was the warm thrust of his tongue.
He growled, and devoured me like a starving animal, his fingers dug into my waist as his tongue speared and swirled and scooped at my hole. He bit down on my ass cheeks, one and then the other, and pried them apart again to bury his face there while one hand slipped between my thighs to stroke my leaking cock.
He milked down, and gathered precum from me while I wailed quietly into the arm of the couch. A second later, his finger—slick with my fluid—brushed my ring and spread it around, then pushed inside. Gently at first, and slowly, working in slow circles until he reached the gland inside and gave it a fluttering, teasing stroke.
My spine flexed, I arched my back almost painfully and cried out. “Wyatt, God, yes... fuck...”
His laugh was half groan, and he dug deeper as he leaned forward to kiss my ass, the middle of my lower back, and my shoulder, all the while manipulating me like a helpless puppet with that one finger.
He had turned the tables on me. I quivered and moaned, aching to feel his cock. While he teased me with his finger, he nibbled at my shoulder and slipped his arm around my waist to tease my cock, rolling slick fingers over the head of it until I was out of my fucking mind and close to coming for him.
“Wyatt,” I warned, “don’t, baby. Not like this... I want to come with you inside me.”
“Mine,” he murmured in my ear as both his hands sped up, his finger inside me more insistent as he worked my prostate, his hand on my cock tighter and slick with my precum. “Beg me, baby, I fucking love it when you do that.”
I bucked against him, pushed my hips to one hand in a mock attempt to get away from the other. This new kind of control he played at sent my mind swirling with fresh desires. “Fuck, please, Wyatt... don’t make me... fuck, I can’t take it. Wyatt please, don’t... don’t...”
“Fucking come for me,” he growled.
He milked me slow as my cock flexed, and the nerves in my ass lit up in a storm of pleasure, driven to the brink of insanity by that masterful finger. I bucked again, grasped at his arm and felt the muscles there bulging as he stroked me, paused, squeezed, and twisted slow.
“Wyatt!” I held my breath through the first shot that sprayed onto the couch. Then all the air left me and I thrashed between his hands, against his thigh and hip. He bit down on the back of my neck and kept stroking until the last drop was wrung out of me, and then drew his finger out.
Before the last aftershock of violent orgasm had passed, I heard the tear of the condom wrapper. I looked back over my shoulder, watching him coat his shaft with lube.
“Are you ready for me, Vance? I need you so much, baby.” His hands caressed my ass cheeks, gently spreading me as he moved closer.
Exhausted, yes, but nowhere near done. “Yes. Please. Fuck me, baby.”
Fingers digging into my hips, Wyatt pushed forward, filling me and making me cry out at the mix of pleasure and pain. He stopped, his whole body trembling. “So good, beautiful. Always so damn good.”
Neither one of us was going to last long. Even having come once already, I was still hard, my balls still boiling, and he filled me up so perfectly that my sensitive prostate positively vibrated with the new pressure of him against it. As he thrust back and forth, his pace increasing, I felt a drop of moisture on the back of my neck. Wyatt leaned down, reaching around to capture my cock in his hand, stroking me again with a firm touch. His lubed-up hand glided up and down, teasing my sensitive tip so that my body spasmed, overloaded with pleasure just barely this side of pain.
His thrusts served the same purpose, hitting just the right spot. My fingers dug into the couch cushion, my body arching and opening even more for him. He pushed deep, his cock jerking just before I climaxed a second time into his hand.
We cried out together, and he buried himself as far in me as he could go. His cock pulsed again, and three more times before he pulled out a little and thrust in again, swearing and grunting as he fucked through the end of his climax. My whole body tingled and glowed as he slowed down a bit at a time, and my hips rolled and bucked slowly to keep him in, to keep that fullness inside me where it belonged.
Wyatt leaned down and kissed the back of my neck, his lips trembling. Another drop of moisture trickled around the side of my neck. When I turned my head, the slumberous feeling that sex normally gave me evaporated as I saw Wyatt’s gray eyes
swimming with tears. He pulled out, flopping backward on the couch.
“Wyatt? What’s wrong?” I turned and reached for him, but he shook his head.
“It’s no big deal.”
But I couldn’t let it go.
“Is this about Tempy?”
Wyatt blinked, seeming to recoil just a bit. Christ, I was fucking this up.
“What?” he said and shook his head. “No.”
The relief I felt vanished as he continued. “Well, yes. It’s just that when we had our…relationship before, so soon after Elaine died, I knew it was wrong. Or thought it was. It felt wrong, but it also felt…right.”
As he continued to talk, a sinking sadness pressed in on my chest.
“After twelve years, I thought that maybe feeling it was wrong would have changed somehow, and that I’d have moved on because everyone does eventually, right?”
I nodded my head, my throat so tight I couldn’t have spoken to yell fire.
Wyatt’s eyes clouded again. “But the thing is, as much as I want this…deep down some part of me keeps telling me that I can’t…that I’m not supposed to.”
My heart ached as if he had torn it in two. In a way he had. As much as I desperately wanted to argue, convince Wyatt it wasn’t true, that he should move on, should let me in this time, I could see where this was going to go. Another secret affair. I was okay to fuck, but not okay to take out in public. Once again, I would feel like Wyatt’s dirty little secret. I would be back to finding ways to convince myself that is was for the best, he was thinking of my reputation as a teacher, or protecting his daughter. The truth was it would kill me inside. I couldn’t live like that again.
And if I didn’t want history to repeat itself, I had to stand up for myself.
“I guess you have to ask yourself honestly, Wyatt…are you ready for this? Do you want to move on? Because…see…if you can’t then I really need to move on myself.” I stood up and found my slacks, pulling them on commando and zipping up. I stared down at him. “The past twelve years, I’ve been hung up on a relationship that I’m now not even really sure was a relationship.”
I tossed his clothes to him. “Hell, I was nineteen! What did I even know? You know, I want to be there for you, want so badly to be able to give you what you need, but…I’m not a kid anymore, Wyatt. I can’t be your secret boy toy. I can’t be the bad habit you can’t break. And this”—I gestured at him, and at the mess we’d made—“this is incredible; amazing, and it feels so fucking good... but it’s not enough, Wyatt. It just hurts that much more when it’s over, when I know that I don’t really have you.”
His face had gotten paler the more I unloaded on him. For a moment, I thought Wyatt might come around, might say that things were going to be different.
“So... can I? Have you, I mean.” I took a step toward him. “Just say it, Wyatt, and I promise...” I couldn’t finish. I waited for him to finally tell me what I wanted to hear. What I needed to hear.
Instead he stood up and pulled his pants on. With his shirt in hand, he looked at me with shadowed eyes. “I don’t think I can be what you need, Vance.”
And my heart tore completely in two.
“Then... I think you should go, Wyatt.”
He pulled his shirt over his head and walked out, never even looking back. I sucked in a breath that caught on a harsh sob, but I wouldn’t let myself cry. I had given everything I had to give, but it just wasn’t enough.
16
Wyatt
It was all I could do the next morning to get out of bed and get Tempy out the door in time to catch the bus. Yeah. I’d slept like shit. But life went on, right? Everything was fine. I was fine. Tempy and I didn’t need anybody else. We certainly didn’t need Vance Waite.
“Todd!” I called into the diner’s kitchen an hour later. “What’s the damn food service truck’s ETA?”
“Huh?” Todd stepped out of the kitchen, a look of confusion on his face.
I spoke slowly. “When will the food order get here?”
“Oh. Should be anytime.”
“Great. We’re running low on waffle mix.” Of course, I didn’t want to add that was because I had fucked up the previous order and, as luck would have it, breakfast service was booming this morning.
I wasn’t helping. I’d snapped at the cashier, bitten off one of the waitress’s heads, and now I as sniping at Todd again. As I poured myself another cup of coffee and stalked back to my office, I realized I was getting wary looks from some of my employees, while others were doing their very best to just stay out of my way.
But dammit, people needed to hustle on mornings like this when we were running all out. After Todd and I had checked the delivery and verified the order, he handed the clipboard back to me, hanging on for an extra second to get my attention.
“What?” I snapped.
“You know, Wyatt, if you need to take a day off, I got this today.”
“Why would I need to do that?”
Todd tilted his head. “You just don’t seem your usual self. Think about it. The offer’s open. I can stay late, close up.”
Left alone in my office, I finally realized I had been acting like a complete and total asshat all morning. Hell, even Tempy had given me the side-eye as she left for school. I didn’t have to give it much thought to know what the fuck was up.
I was hurting…and trying to ignore it just like I had when Elaine died. Except Elaine wasn’t the source of my pain today. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I found Todd out front and pulled him aside.
“I’m sorry. You’re right. I’ve been a dick this morning. I’m going to get out of here and let you handle it. If anyone asks, just tell them I’m a little under the weather.”
Todd nodded. “Take whatever time you need, boss. I mean, it’s not as if you aren’t at this place all the time. Everyone needs some time to recharge now and then.”
I stripped off my apron, tossed it in my office as I grabbed my keys, and headed out the back door. I didn’t want or need any questions from employees, but especially from any customers. That was a surefire way to start rumors circulating. Given Worthington, half the town would have me dying of some dread disease. The other half would probably guess the true reason.
Vance.
I didn’t know for sure where I was headed as I started through town in the truck. I had some vague idea about going fishing, or heading in to Gaton just to get out of town. Eventually, I found myself pulling into the cemetery. I hadn’t been there in a while, Elaine’s headstone more of a reminder than I could really take sometimes that she was no longer there.
Before I’d fully made up my mind about whether to see her grave, I spotted Grayson and Caleb Barker at Viv’s grave. Grayson was a reminder I needed to get my ass in gear planning the catering for their wedding. It was still some time away, but no doubt they’d want to sample some of the food we’d discussed.
Looked like they were leaving and heading my way. With little option, I stepped out of the truck to greet them both. Caleb and Ethan had saved my ass the last week during Tempy’s suspension. Besides, Caleb had been at Elaine’s funeral just as I had been at Viv’s. Elaine and Viv had been good friends. Nobody had expected either one of them to be gone so soon.
“You come to visit Elaine’s grave?” Caleb asked.
I shrugged, a little uncomfortable admitting that I hadn’t ended up here on purpose. “I don’t know. I took the day off. Seemed like the thing to do. Don’t get by as often as I should. Is that weird?”
Grayson shook his head. “Everyone’s different, man. You got to do you.”
I frowned as I stared off into the distance for a moment before refocusing on Caleb. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, Wyatt.”
“How were you able to…well…to get over Viv and let Ethan in?”
“Oh.” Caleb’s eyes widened. “Wow. Kind of a loaded question. Ah…I suppose…I don’t really know. I didn’t really get over her. I guess it’s not really about mo
ving on. It’s more about making room. More and more you just start to realize that the people who love you—if they were here—would want you to be happy. They’d want you to have love…be loved. So, I figure if Viv’s out there somewhere looking down on me and the kids…she would rather I’m with Ethan than another woman, even.”
“So, it would be cool so long as you were happy?” I asked.
“Yeah. And I am…happy. Doesn’t mean I don’t miss Viv. I’ve just found a way to give her space in my heart along with Ethan.”
Grayson leaned on his cane. When he opened his mouth, I was afraid something smartass or crude was going to come out, instead he surprised the hell out of me when he got all serious. “Love’s not finite, Wyatt. The more you open yourself up to it, the more you have to give.”
Caleb peered at me. “Everything okay, man?”
I nodded quickly. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry to get so personal. I just... there’s just a lot on my mind. That’s all.”
Grayson grunted. “Anything you wanna get off your chest?”
I shook my head and stuffed my hands in my pockets, then stepped aside to let them pass. “Not just now. Thanks, both of you. See you soon, yeah?”
They took the message and with a wave the two left, heading for where they’d parked. My uncertainty gone, I head to Elaine’s grave. Someone had been keeping it up, it seemed. Even though there weren’t any fresh flowers, the grass around the headstone was neatly trimmed. I stared at her name and the dates of her birth and death.
“I’m a little lost, honey,” I told her. “I could really use some kind of sign that what I’ve been thinking about lately is okay.”
But there weren’t any answers coming back from that slab of granite.
I used to get irritated when she’d give me lectures about stuff that I already knew I should do, but right now, I would have given anything if she could come back for just one more pep talk.