WYATT
I had never chased a woman, and yet I found myself at her door, knocking and then waiting for Marissa to open, the very day after she met Ava. And I didn’t feel any shame about it, just fucking anticipation.
Was it normal to be even more eager to see her now that I knew how close she came to dying? My mom came so close to never knowing her biological daughter, and it made things seem different now. I wanted badly to convince her to let me in for one thing, even if we both knew I was bad news.
The door opened, and Marissa stared at me without a word. Her violet-blue eyes, big and soft tugged at me. With one of her looks, she could bring me to my knees. It would be so damn easy, and she didn’t know it.
I wasn’t the one with the power in all of this between us. She had all the power, and that made me more insecure than I liked to display.
Then, I took her all in, starting with her bare feet and her toes painted in black, and I made my way up the old jeans with holes at her thighs, then up to an old t-shirt that looked too big on her. And I stopped at her neck where I observed her pulsing point. Her heart beat hard and fast under her fair skin, so smooth I was sure my memory from that night wasn’t doing her justice.
“Let me in, Marissa,’’ I grunted, voice tight as my balls started to ache with the constant need I felt for her. Next stop would be a full hard on pushing against my jeans, and I’d be a goner. What the hell was I getting myself into? And her for that matter?
“You make this hard.’’
“Nah, sweet thing,’’ I said and leaned against the doorframe, closer to her until my face was lined up to hers. Just a bit more and our lips would touch. Torture. It was pure torture of the best kind, the kind that made adrenaline surge through my system, made my limbs burn and tingle at once, the kind that made my screwed up heart soar like it weighed nothing in my chest. “You make me hard, that’s what it is. And I know I make you wet.’’
She gasped, and her hand that held onto the door tightened. “I’m going to regret it.’’
I cupped her face and grew more serious when sadness appeared in her incredible eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.’’
“This time, you mean,’’ she whispered back and then let me in her apartment, her eyes wary and yet full of lust. Her breathing was already getting faster. “I knew I wouldn’t resist if you came back again.’’
Her words shredded what was left of my control and traded it for pure animalistic lust, desperate and so damn consuming it burned me up from the inside out.
I kicked the door closed hard enough that it made a crashing sound that barely reached my ears through the buzzing sound in them from the blood beating my temples and heading south for my growing cock. I growled and didn’t give Marissa time to process anything. I grabbed her face in my hands and slanted my mouth on hers, kissing her with bruising force, kissing her with all the pent-up lust I felt, the lust that had been accumulating over the past few weeks.
Her answering moan in my mouth had me shaking. Her small hands grasped at my t-shirt, tugging it, balling it as our tongues dueled and caressed, a perfect reflection of what our relationship had been from day one. And then, I bit down on her lower lip and slipped a hand in her hair, grabbing a fistful of silky strands and tugged softly, angling her face up and opening her neck to my greedy mouth.
Her skin was smoother than I remembered. She tasted even better.
I placed opened mouth kisses, nibbled on that perfect flesh and listened to her gasp, her quiet moans as she whispered ‘yes.’ That was music to my fucking ears and strokes to my hardening cock.
Her hands slid down my back and settled on my ass, pushing me into her as she hiked one of her legs up to my hip. Instantly, I closed my hand around her thigh and squeezed as I pushed against her pussy. I groaned and kissed her mouth again, quick and dirty before I looked at her face.
She was perfection made of lust and sex. Her face, flushed, was angled toward me. Her mouth, agape, with bruised lips that shone from our kisses had me picturing her sucking my cock so damn deep she’d choke on me. Her eyes tightly closed made me want to get her off to see that look multiplied ten times. Her forehead, damp with a bead of sweat had me crave making her sweat a lot more until our bodies slid against each other and desperation to come our only concern.
“Tell me how much you fucking want this,’’ I growled and tugged on her hair until she opened her eyes. They were dilated as if she’s drunk, but I knew what had her intoxicated wasn’t alcohol. It was the same insane lust vibrating here, pushing us together, tearing me apart at the same time. “Tell me.’’
“I want this enough to silence the alarm blaring inside me,’’ she whispered out of breath, her voice shaking just like her hands on my ass, keeping me against her. I thrust into her, and we both gasped at the sensation. A thrill ran down my spine and went straight to my ball. My cock throbbed harder. “I want this so damn much I’m really close to tearing off your clothes. ‘that enough?’’
“Enough?’’ I laughed darkly and thrust again and again into her, the hand that wasn’t in her hair now on her ass to press her harder against me. “Fuck, that’s good.’’ I nipped at her lip and then pressed my forehead against hers. “I want you so fucking much I can’t think straight, Marissa. Nothing else matters right now but to come and get you to come. Nothing else matters but to be with you, sweet thing, even if you shouldn’t let me anywhere near you.’’
“Shut up, Wyatt,’’ she said and leaned up to kiss me again, shutting me up to give her all of my attention on her body.
I let her explore my mouth until my growl got out and my hands grabbed the hem of Marissa’s shirt on their own accord. It almost took me by surprise when she held her arms up to let me strip her off of that piece of clothing, but I soon got on board when her bare breasts came into view. Her nipples, all flushing pink and hard, drew me in and I didn’t waste another moment.
My fingers found the taut points, and I toyed with her heavy breasts, watching her face twisting in pleasure and her perfect tits until her head fell back and she moaned louder.
In no time we were both a tangle of legs and arms and naked bodies on her couch, me on top of her, pushing her legs open while my eyes drank in all that bared flesh laid under me. My eyes latched onto her wet pussy, and I made a move to go down on her, but Marissa’s fingers dug into my shoulders to stop me.
“No, not now. I want you inside me,’’ she begged in a strangled voice, eyelids heavy with need.
“Yeah?’’ I skimmed a finger between her breast and down to her navel. I traced it around and around a few times and then let that finger draw lazy patterns to her hipbones and down to the small patch of hair leading to her clit. I stopped just when her hips left the couch in search of more contact where she needed it most. “You’ll get me inside you, but first I want my fingers and tongue to get their fill. I want you so damn desperate you scream at me to fuck you. I want you so damn ready to get fucked that you drench my face.’’
I didn’t give her time to process my words thoroughly. I slipped a finger into her wet pussy then a second when I realized how wet she was. Breathing heavily, eyes on the prize, I leaned down and pressed my lips to her hard, throbbing clit. Her hips thrust upward, and as I pushed them down, I added my tongue to the game and began pushing my fingers in and out of her, and get her to moan louder at each thrust.
My eyes found hers as I ate her and finger-fucked her delicious pussy, getting drunker on her smell and taste as her juices drenched my hand. It was impossible to stay still as I worked her up and her hands went to my face, pushing me harder against her, her fingers tugging on my hair as her voice went louder. Careful not to fall down the couch, I pressed my hard length against her leg and groaned against her. I wouldn’t be able to wait much longer.
“Wyatt… Wyatt,’’ she moaned out, her voice so strangled I barely recognized her and that gave me another thrill. She was mindless.
I pulled away but didn’t stop my fingers from getting her higher and higher. “What? What do you want?’’
“I want to come with you. Now. Please. Please, Wyatt.’’
Her breasts heaved, hypnotizing me. My mouth watered and my cock leaked more precum against her leg. I nodded and reached for my pants nearby without getting off the couch to grab a condom. Shakily, I put the rubber on and faced Marissa again. Her eyes were on my throbbing cock as if it was the most delicious meal she had ever seen.
“One of these days I’m going to need that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.’’
Her answering sexy smile pushed one too many buttons, and I covered her body with mine. A hand around my thick length, I ran my tip against her drenched pussy until she took my balls in her hands and gently massaged them. My loud moan was so damn animalistic I wondered how come she didn’t cower. Instead, it seemed to get her going as she gently squeezed them.
I snatched her wrist and forced both hands above her head. Then, sweet damn mercy, I thrust into her to the hilt. Her hands closed around the one holding them up, and we moaned in unison. I was fucking loud, but I couldn’t stop myself, nor could I stop the thrusting motion of my hips, the sounds of my balls hitting her as I fucked her harder under the urging of her moans and praising words.
“So good,’’ she mumbled brokenly, eyes shutting and mouth open with a loud gasp as I hit her just right inside. Her pussy clamped so tight around my cock I almost came just then. Perfection. Sweet torture.
“Come on, sweet thing,’’ I said through gritted teeth as beads of sweat fell from my forehead to crash on hers. “Tell me what you want.’’
“Don’t stop. Just don't.’’ She struggled against my hand, but I didn’t let her go. Instead, I thrust into her harder, making her scream and clench around me. Her thighs tightened on my hips and bent higher. “I’m close. Feels so good.’’
“Feels perfect,’’ I groaned back and sneaked my free hand to her clit. I pressed on it in counterpoint to my thrusts. “That’s right, clench around me. You’re going to make me come so fucking hard, Marissa.’’
And then, after a few more thrusts she tensed, her whole body tightened and arched upward. Her nails bit into my hand, and her thighs pressed tighter at my sides, but it was nothing compared to the vice her pussy turned into.
Black spots appeared in front of me as she came, moaning, crying my name again and again. And I came.
My body stilled, and I groaned out her name along with something else I didn’t know.
“Wow,’’ I whispered in her neck, spent and sweaty against her. I released her hands, and she loosely wrapped her arms around me, drawing invisible designs on my sweaty back.
“That was…’’ she whispered and then trailed off, sighing before she kissed the top of my head. She cuddled me, and that did something to my guts. Unable to resist, I trailed a few slow kisses on her neck with my eyes closed and my nose full of Marissa’s scent mixed with mine and sex.
“Intense?’’ I supplied and then placed another kiss on her neck before I pulled my head back to stare at her.
Her eyes, hooded and so fucking bright did me in and this time around fear was non-existent. She was there, right there where I wanted her most. Whatever that meant.
“Yeah, intense. Maybe too intense.’’
My first instinct was to frown and pull away, but Marissa’s soft hands on my back and her legs around my hips kept me rooted there, softening my edges as they started to prickle again. Instead, I did something very foreign to me when it came to women. I kissed her forehead softly and gently brushed away a few strands of hair, careful not to ruin that peaceful moment suspended in time. Peace wasn’t something I was all that accustomed to, and I wanted it to last as long as possible, along with that fucking light she pushed into me to better fight off my demons. She made it seem possible that everything could happen, that I wasn’t condemned to my own fucked up darkness.
“It can’t be too intense when it makes everything else disappear, sweet thing,’’ I whispered close to her mouth and watched, enthralled, as her eyes dilated again and her mouth twisted into the most adorable smile I had ever seen. “It’s perfection.’’
“Or madness.’’
I traced the slope under her lower lip and stared as her mouth parted with a quiet gasp. My thumb met the still damp skin of her lip, sliding over the deep pink plump flesh. “Do I make your heart beat faster? Do I make your body sing without so much as a single touch? Do I haunt your every fucking thought directly or indirectly? Do you want to see me even when you know it’s the worst fucking idea? Because that’s exactly how it is for me, sweet thing.’’ I locked eyes with her again and kissed her quickly. I closed my eyes as to sever that damn link that’s blurring things even more and filling me with doubts and fears that had nothing to do with who Marissa was, but everything to do with who I was and how I never ceased to fuck everything up.
“Wyatt…’’
I shook my head and pulled away, sliding off the couch and jumped to my feet in one movement. “Anyway, I’m supposed to go to work to talk with my boss about my hours.’’
“Wait,’’ she said and blinked at me, her arms, unfortunately, covering her magnificent tits as I jumped in my jeans and snatched my t-shirt from the floor. “You’re leaving. Now.’’
“My boss is going to fuck me over with my hours at the gym. I’m short on clients right now.’’
She snatched my wrist just as I was about to turn around, looking away from her tantalizing form, but I needed space to breathe, and I also must find a way to keep my hours up at work. Just for a few hours, I needed to keep to myself and sort things out because now I swore I wouldn’t willingly hurt her just because I was so damn scared of what she represented to my adoptive family and what it could mean for me. Granted, she was still my adoptive mother’s biological daughter, and that was fucked up in itself, but it didn’t make me panic anymore. It only drilled home how entwined we were no matter what. Where it used to send me into a tailspin, it now gave the kind of thrill I had no idea what to make of other than to get Marissa to say my name just like she did when she came.
Gently, I pulled out of her grip and offered her a smirk that was met with an impassive look on her face as she quickly put on her large t-shirt that covered her, but left most of her legs bare to my greedy eyes.
“I’ll call you, okay? Sorry I have to bail so soon.’’
She nodded and ran her fingers through her hair without a word. I shrugged and waited for her to finally give me a small smile as she stood up in front of me. I gave her a quick hug, a kiss at the top of her head and I left before I fucked her again and missed my appointment with my boss. I couldn't lose myself in her when I needed to gather my damn wits to get ready for more of Marissa, for more of her and me together.
I needed time so that I wouldn't fuck up once again.
***
MARISSA
Hours after Wyatt left my place minutes after we had sex again and I was still only wearing an old t-shirt of Jamie and nothing else, parked on the couch that would forever remind me of how stupid I had been yet again. And with the same man on top of it.
I sighed and threw my drawing pad on the coffee table and the pencil. I watched as it rolled and rolled until it fell and got lost under the armchair with my sweatpants.
With rage against myself more than against Wyatt because this time around he acted pretty decently around me, more than decently in fact even if he had left before I had my heart beating back to normal, I dialed Sophie’s number. She answered after the second ring.
“Hey, how is it going?’’
“I had sex with Wyatt again,’’ I blurted immediately and then sighed heavily into the phone.
“Ooo-kay,’’ she said and then chuckled awkwardly, but she quickly sobered and growled into the phone. “Don’t tell me he played you again.’’
“No, not really.’’
“Either it’s yes or no, Mar. Can’t be both.’’
I scratched at my scalp, remembering what had happened and nothing jumped at me one way or another. “He wasn’t an asshole this time. He just left soon after and now… I don’t know.’’
“I know what it is.’’
“Really?’’ I asked and laughed, the tenseness in my shoulders slowly deserting me as Sophie’s light voice worked its magic. There was nothing better than to unload and talk things out with a close friend to get a new perspective and distance.
“It’s not just your body that’s involved with Wyatt. It’s also your heart.’’
“Oh, come on.’’
“I’m serious.’’
“You know what, I didn’t call you for that, Sophie,’’ I bit out for no reason and frowned as I clenched my hand into a fist in my lap, pressing my phone harder against my ear.
“If you called me to curse Wyatt because you’re mad at yourself for sleeping with him again, I’m not going to.’’
“That’s something I’ve gathered by now.’’
“I’m your friend, Mar. Friends tell each other things we don’t always want to hear, and that’s what I’m doing. You’re falling for Wyatt Burton, and you’re fighting it with everything you are because you’re scared to give him enough to hurt you again.’’
“I have to go,’’ I mumbled and didn’t wait for her to add something as I hung up, my eyes brimming with tears as her words found echo inside of me.
What was I doing?