Wyatt doesn't say anything for the rest of the short drive to his apartment. When we pull in to the parking lot, he whips his truck into his spot before he takes my face in his hands and slams his mouth down on mine. Desperate to get closer I pull my knees up underneath me so I can kneel on the seat, plastering my front against his side. Groaning, his hands stroke my body while our tongues continue to tangle. When they get to my hips, he pulls me over so that I'm on his lap and I put one leg on either side of his so I'm straddling him. Lowering myself slowly I moan when I come into contact with his erection and can't stop myself from moving against him. I've only had sex a few times, but it never felt like this.
Wyatt's hands tighten on my hips, and he continues to rock me back and forth on his lap until I feel ready to explode. The little sounds coming out of my mouth every time I brush against him don't go unnoticed by him, and when he hears them, he stills my hips. "Damn girl," he gasps against my mouth as I continue trying to move against him. We continue kissing while I start unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. He lets me get his shirt undone and I begin running my hands up and down his chest and abs. He's muscular, but not in that way most jocks are. He's got a six-pack, but he's lean instead of bulky. Tearing my mouth reluctantly away from his I start to pull my shirt up but he traps my hands against my sides.
"What are you doing?" he asks, pulling back to study me.
Panting, I tell him, "I want you to touch me." His hands loosen and I continue pulling up my shirt.
"Dammit Peyton," Wyatt groans, "not out here. I'm not having sex with you in my truck." Sex... in his truck... never before would that idea appeal to me, but now it really does. Right now, in this moment, I want nothing more than to have sex in his truck, in this dark parking lot where anyone can see us. Just the thought of it dampens my panties more than they already are. The more I think about it, the more I want to move against him and I begin to squirm.
Wyatt moans low in his throat before sliding me back onto the seat and off his lap. Opening the door, he scrambles out of the truck allowing fresh air in. Even in my confusion, I notice that the windows are all fogged up. Extending a hand, he pulls me out of the truck so that I'm standing in front of him. Bending down so that our eyes are on the same level, Wyatt growls, "Our first time together is not going to be in my damn truck." My face goes hot at his words, but I'm not embarrassed. His eyes are a dark teal color, the way they were this morning, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to keep from jumping him here in the parking lot. I don't know what's wrong with me; I've never felt this way about a guy before.
"Fuck it," he mutters before heading for the stairs that will take us back to his apartment, and his room. Wyatt's practically sprinting up the stairs, leaving me with no other option but to follow behind him since he's still gripping my hand like he's afraid I'm going to disappear.
Entering the apartment, Wyatt doesn't slow down. Instead, he heads straight for his bedroom. As soon as the door closes behind me, he presses me up against it. In between heated kisses, he lets me take off his still unbuttoned shirt while he pulls my t-shirt over my head and removes my bra. He doesn't waste any time before toeing off his shoes and shucking his pants so he's soon standing before me in just his tight boxer briefs, which do nothing to hide the hard length of his dick. Dropping to his knees, he quickly removes my shoes and pants, leaving me in only my grey panties. Thankfully, they are one of the prettier pairs I own, but I still feel self-conscious.
Seconds later, I'm completely naked and Wyatt is still kneeling in front of me. I have no idea why he's still down there until he lifts my left leg, putting it over his shoulder. My breath catches when his darkened eyes meet mine and he slowly licks me before lightly sucking on my clit. My hands fly to his hair as I moan loudly, unable to control myself. No one has ever done this to me before, but it's now my favorite thing in the world. He doesn't stay in one place for long, alternating between slow licks and sticking his tongue as deep inside me as he can. My entire body trembles as I get closer and closer to the edge.
Trailing the fingers of one hand up my bent thigh, he uses the other to dip first one then two fingers inside me, pushing in deep and slowing sliding back out. Each time he pushes in, he rubs his fingers along the front wall of my vagina, touching a place inside me that makes me begin to unravel. When he can tell I'm close, he starts stroking the spot deep inside me while pulling my clit into his mouth and sucking hard. I explode around his fingers, clenching around them and at this point, he's the only thing keeping me upright. He continues to suck until the tremors begin to slow before slowly moving his fingers in and out of me while I come down from my orgasm.
Looking at him in awe, I say the only thing I can think of, "Thanks." Wyatt chuckles before standing to lead me over to the bed so that I can lie down. He removes his underwear slowly, never taking his eyes off me as he grabs a condom from his drawer and slides it on. Climbing up on the bed, he spreads my legs so that he can move in between them.
"You okay?" he asks, genuinely concerned. I can do nothing but nod and he smiles down at me before pressing a light kiss to my lips. I can feel his cock nudging my sex as he leans over me, and he groans. "I've wanted this since the day I first met you," he murmurs before positioning himself at my entrance.
Wyatt pushes in slowly letting me feel him stretching me almost to the point of pain. He's bigger than Brad was, and it's been almost a year since I had sex so it's a tight fit. When he's fully inside me he pauses, breathing heavily and looking down at me in wonder. "Shit baby, you feel so fucking good," he says before starting to move. He's pushing in and pulling out of me slowly at first, until I start lifting my hips involuntarily to meet him. He begins to speed up, slamming in fast and pulling out slow until I'm begging him to go faster and harder. If it didn't feel so damn good, I'd be embarrassed by the words that are coming out of my mouth. I can feel myself climbing higher, but my orgasm is just out of reach. His movements are becoming erratic as he reaches between us to circle my clit with his finger. The combination of him moving inside me while stroking my clit is almost enough to make me explode. Then he presses down hard, and I come, arching my back off the bed and calling his name over and over. He thrusts inside me once, twice, three times more before growling my name and grinding against me as his own orgasm hits him.
Breathing heavy, he bends to take my mouth with his and I can still taste myself on his tongue. It's strange, and I'm not sure if I like it, but I don't want him to stop kissing me, so I don't stop him. Once our breathing has returned to normal he gets up, disposes of the condom, grabs my panties off the floor and tosses them and one of his t-shirts to me as he puts on his underwear. Sliding back into bed he pulls me over to him and I lay my head on his chest.
"You were definitely worth the wait." He's laughing lightly but I can't bring myself to be mad at him right now. It would take too much energy, and I'm too sleepy now.
Slapping him lightly on the chest I mutter, "Shut up Wyatt."
Pulling me tighter against him, he kisses the top of my head before rubbing his hand up and down my back soothingly. Shutting my eyes, I relax in his embrace, struggling to stay awake. We lay in the quiet room, both alone with our thoughts and I think he's asleep when he says, "I'm glad you decided to stay with me this week, Peyton."
"Me too," I reply with a yawn. And I am glad. If I hadn't stayed with him this week, I don't think we would have ended up here. I'm too stubborn, and he's too pushy. When everyone else is around we drive each other crazy. I hope that isn't the case anymore. My last coherent thought before I fall asleep is, "Please don't leave me Wyatt."
I don't realize I said it out loud, nor do I hear Wyatt's indrawn breath or his whispered response, "I don't think I could ever leave you Peyton. I'm in love with you."