WYATT
I had never seen myself as the domestic kind of guy before. I used to think that at twenty-four, being with a girlfriend meant being chained down and lacking the freedom I desperately hung onto.
I had never wanted a girlfriend or anything remotely close, but it’s been two weeks since Marissa, and I got around to agreeing to let what was happening between us run its course and see where it went. Two weeks. And I still wanted her more, looked for more time to spend with her.
I also couldn’t take my eyes off of her, not when she was cooking in my kitchen wearing only my shirt with no panties. I was only human, and when a gorgeous woman, my woman, paraded around wearing barely anything and gave me a glimpse of her pert ass I didn’t mind praising with my cock deep in her dripping pussy, I couldn’t be held responsible for the chubby tenting my sweatpants. Neither the way my eyes burned through her, cataloging her every move while silently praying to see her reaching something in the cupboard above so the shirt would ride up, just a couple inches more.
I bit my lip and groaned when she did just that and looked over her shoulder back at me with a teasing smile on her face. Her eyes, bright and laughing only intensified my reaction to her.
Marissa had me pussy whipped, something I would have laughed at if someone had told me I’d ever end up like this. Now? I just thanked the day I finally got my shit together before I messed up irremediably and lost the chance to see that being with one woman wasn’t so bad. It was insanely good, in fact.
“What?’’ she asked with a chuckle, turned around and leaned against the counter near the stove where vegetables cooked with some spices she brought over from her place.
“I didn’t say anything.’’ I didn’t move from the stool at the kitchen island, elbows on the top and head held in one hand while my free hand clenched whenever I felt like attacking her like a wild animal and fucking her on the closest surface available. I could do it, she’d love it without a doubt, but delayed gratification was fun too. Helluva fun when Marissa was in the equation, and she begged me to go harder.
“You’re looking.’’
Her smile stretched her plump lips still red from the moment I attacked her when she first got here two hours ago after her day at InkSpired. She was breathtaking, so fucking breathtaking that my heart stuttered once again in my chest. That fucker acted up more and more as days went and Marissa marked my life and me more.
“You don’t have panties or a bra under my shirt, sweet thing.’’
“Oh come on,’’ she said with a laugh, head thrown back, giving me a fantastic view of her long neck that I never failed to kiss whenever I first thrust inside her, and she enveloped me so heavenly that I lost my edges.
“I’m serious. If you think your nipples poking through that shirt and your perfect ass swaying don’t affect me, you’re crazy.’’
“Really?’’ She arched an eyebrow at me, her cheeks reddening, but not exactly like they did when we fucked. She bit her lip, and my balls ached in answer. I clenched free hand and sat straighter. My hard-on started to become more and more uncomfortable in that position. “Does that mean you’re hard right now?’’
“Come and see.’’ I offered her a crooked smile I now knew made her wet and watched as her eyes fell to my mouth. Shit, that look alone... I felt it through my system. My cock jerked in my sweatpants, and I resisted when my first thought was to wrap my fist around it to give it a good squeeze. I was ready to combust.
“I don’t think so,’’ she chuckled and pointed at the stove where her vegetables cooked, spreading a nice smell that would have me salivating at any other time, but right now I was one hundred percent focused on the sexy woman on the other side of the kitchen island. “I don’t want these to burn.’’
“You should care more about letting me burn.’’
“Oh my God, Wyatt!’’ Her laughter hit me again, turning my blood to lava as a strange emotion made its appearance. Pride. I was fucking proud of making her laugh like that, for putting that light in her eyes, that happiness that pushed my darkness at bay, so much that it barely touched me these days. “That’s so damn cheesy!’’
“Uh,’’ I grunted and stood up, watching when her eyes traveled down my bared chest, stopping at my abs before they fixed the tent in my pants hungrily. She could play it off, but I knew damn well that this insane attraction went both ways. Always. “Look what you do to me.’’
“Shut up.’’ She covered her eyes with a hand before she deliberately turned around and went back to the stove to stir the vegetables.
I didn’t let it deter me because I bet that if I slipped my hand between her legs, I’d find her dripping wet. I was also convinced that she didn’t need a lot of convincing to drop her cooking and follow me to the bedroom for another earth shattering orgasm.
Quietly, I made my way around the kitchen island and stepped to her, stopping behind her, close enough that she’d feel me there, but far enough that she would crave my touch without getting it. I stared at the back of her neck visible when she had her hair up like this in a messy knot on top of her head. I breathed against her smooth skin. Immediately goosebumps erupted on her flesh. My skin mirrored hers as if answering an invisible command that only Marissa issued.
“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 the 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.’’
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.